Here begynneth a merry ieste of a shrewde and curste wyfe, lapped in morrelles skin, for her good behauyour Merry jeste of a shrewde and curste wyfe, lapped in morrelles skin, for her good behavyour. Bramis, Joannes. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A04401 of text S109152 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 14521). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 58 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 25 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A04401 STC 14521 ESTC S109152 99844802 99844802 9647 2240888458

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A04401) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 9647) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 549:6) Here begynneth a merry ieste of a shrewde and curste wyfe, lapped in morrelles skin, for her good behauyour Merry jeste of a shrewde and curste wyfe, lapped in morrelles skin, for her good behavyour. Bramis, Joannes. [48] p. : ill. (woodcuts) In Fleetestrete, beneath the Conduite, at the signe of Saint Iohn Euaungelist, by H. Jackson, Imprinted at London : [1580?] By Joannes Bramis. Probably a translation, but original title not traced. In verse. Publication date conjectured by STC. Signatures: A-F⁴. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo Here begynneth a merry ieste of a shrewde and curste wyfe, lapped in morrelles skin, for her good behauyour. Bramis, Joannes 1580 49 10065 11 0 0 0 0 0 10.93 C The rate of 10.93 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2006-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-02 Sampled and proofread 2007-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

HERE begynneth a merry Ieste of a shrewde and curste Wyfe , lapped in Morrelles Skin , for her good behauyour .

JMPRINTED AT London in Fleetestrete , beneath the Conduite , at the signe of Saint Iohn Euaungelist , by H. Iackson .

LYsten friendes , and holde you still , Abide a while and dwell : A mery Iest tell you I will , And how that it befell . As I went walking vpon a day , Among my friendes to sporte : To an house I tooke the way , To rest me for my comforte . A greate feast was kepte there than , And many one , was thereat : With wyues and maydens and many a good man , That made good game and chat . It befell then at that tyde , An honest man was there : A cursed Dame sate by his syde , That often did him dere . His wife she was I tell you playne , This dame ye may me trowe : To play the maister she would not layne , And make her husband bowe . At euery word that she did speake , To be peace he was full fayne : Or else she would take him on the cheeke , Or put him to other payne . When she did winke , he durste not stere , Nor play where euer he wente : With friend or neighbour to make good chere , Whan she her browes bente . These folke had two maydens fayre and free , Which were their Daughters dere : This is true , beleeue you me , Of condicions , was none their pere . The yongest was meeke , and gentle ywys , Her Fathers condicion she had : The eldest her mothers withouten misse , Sometime franticke and sometime mad . The father had his pleasure in the one alway , And glad he was her to behold : The mother in the other this is no nay , For in all her curstnesse , she made her bolde . And at the last she was in fay , As curste as her mother in word and deede : Her mischieuous pageauntes sometime to play , Which caused her fathers heart to bleede . For he was woe and nothing glad , And of her would fayne be rid : He wished to God that some man her had , But yet to maryage he durst her not bid . Full many there came the yongest to haue , But her father was loth her to forgoe : None there came the eldest to craue , For feare it should turne them to woe . The Father was loth any man to beguile , For he was true and iust withall : Yet there came one within a while , That her demaunded in the Hall . Another there came right soone also , The yongest to haue he would be fayne : Which made the fathers heart full woe , That he and the yongest , should parte in twayne . But the mother was fell , and might her not see , Wherefore of her she would haue bene rid : The yong man full soone she graunted pardy , Greate Golde and syluer , with her she bid . Saying full soone , he would her haue , And wedded they were shorte tale to make : The Father sayd so god me saue , For heauinesse and sorrowe , I tremble and quake . Also his hearte was in greate care , How he should bestowe the eldest ywys : Which should make his purse full bare , Of her he would be rid by heauens blisse . As hap was that this yong man should , Desyre the eldest withouten fayle : To maryage he sayd full fayne he would , That he might her haue for his auayle . The Father sayd with wordes anon , Golde and syluer I would thee giue : If thou her marry by sweete saynt Iohn , But thou shouldest repent it all thy liue . She is conditioned I tell thee playne , Moste like a Fiend , this is no nay : Her Mother doth teach her , withouten layne , To be mayster of her husband another day . If thou shouldest her marry , and with her not gree , Her mother thou shouldest , haue alway in thy top : By night and day , that shouldest vex thee , Which sore would sticke , then in thy crop . And I could not amend it by God of might , For I dare not speake my selfe for my life : Sometime among be it wrong or right , I let her haue all for feare of strife . If I ought say , she doth me treate , Except I let her haue her will : As a childe that should be beate , She will me charme the Deuill her kill . Another thing thou must vnderstande , Her mothers good will thou must haue also : If she be thy friend , by sea or by lande , Amisse with thee , then can it not go . For she doth her loue with all her minde , And would not see her fare amisse : If thou to her dareling could be kinde , Thou couldest not want by heauens blisse . If thou to the mother , now wilt seeke , Behaue thy selfe then like a man : And shew thy selfe both humble and meeke , But when thou haste her doe what thou can . Thou wotest what I sayd to thee before , I counsayle thee marke my wordes well : It were greate pitty , thou werte forlore , With such a deuillishe Fende of Hell . I care not for that the yong man sayd , If I can get her mothers good will : I would be glad to haue that mayde , Me thinketh she is withouten euell . Alas good man I am sorry for thee , That thou wilt cast thy selfe away , Thou arte so gentle and so free : Thou shalt neuer tame hee I dare well say . But I haue done I will say no more , Therefore farewell and goe thy way : Remember what I sayd to thee before , And beware of repentaunce another day .
How the yong man departed from the Father , and sought to the Mother , for to haue the Mayde to mariage .

Yongman .

Mother .

Daughter .

NOw is the yong man come to the Dame , With countenaunce glad , and manners demure : Saying to her God keepe you from blame , With your dere daughter so fayre and pure . She welcommeth agayne the fayre yong man , And bid him come neare gentle friende : Full curteously he thanked the good dame than And thought her wordes full good and kinde . Then he began I shall you tell , Vnto the Mother thus to say , With wordes fayre that become him well , For her deare daughter thus to pray . Saying good Dame now by your leaue , Take it for none eueli though I come here : If you to me good leaue would giue , With you right fayne would I make good chere . The dame sayd syt downe a while abyde , Good chere anon then will we make : My daughter shall sit downe by thy syde , I know well thou commest onely for her sake . You say full true forsooth sayd he , My minde is stedfastly on her set : To haue that mayden fayre and free , I would be fayne if I coulde her get , The Mother thanked him for his good will , That he her daughter so did desyre : Saying I hope you come for none euell . But in good honesty , her to requyre . For if ye did , I will be playne , Right soone it should turne you vnto griefe : And also your comming I would disdayne , And bid you walke with a wylde mischiefe . But surely I take you for none of those , Your condistions shew it in no wise : Wherefore me thinke you doe not glose , Nor I will not counsell you , by mine aduise . For I loue my Daughter as my harte , And loth I were , I will be playne : To see her suffer payne and smarte , For if I did my harte were slayne . If that thou shouldest another day , My daughter haue and her good will : Order her then vnto her pay , As reason requireth it is good skill . In women sometime great wisdome is , And in men full little it is often seene : But she is wise withouten mis , From a yong child by she hath so beene . Therefore to her thou must audience giue , For thine owne profite when she doth speake : And than shalt thou in quiet liue , And much strife , thus shalte thou breake . Howe sayest thou yong man what is thy minde , Wouldest thou her haue my doughter dere , Than to her thou must be kinde , And alway ready to make her good chere . For an . C.li. of money haue thau shalte , Of Syluer and eke of Golde so round : With an . C. quarters of Come and malte , And .xl. acres of good ground . If thou wilt liue with her like a man , Thou shalte her haue , and this will I giue : And euer after while I can , Be thy good Mother as long as I liue . And I will speake to my daughter for thee , To know if it be her will also : If she be content , my daughter free , Then together may ye go . The mother demaunded , her daughter than , If that she could fynde in her minde : With all her harte to loue that yong man , So that he to her would be kinde . She sayd yea mother as you wyll , So will I doe in worde and deede : I trust he commeth for none yll , Therefore the better may we speede . But I would haue one that hath some good , As well as I good reason is : Me thinke he is a lusty blood , But gooddes there must be withouten misse . The yong man was glad these wordes to here , And thanked the mother of her good will : Beholding the Mayden with right mild cheare , And prayed her hartely to be still . Saying to her then in this wise , Mine heart , my loue , my dearling deare : Take no displeasure of my enterprise , That I desyre to be your peare . I am not riche of Gold nor fee , Nor of greate marchandise ye shall vnderstand : But a good Crafte I haue pardee , To get our liuing in any land . And in my heart I can well fynde , You for to loue aboue all other : For euermore to you to be kynde , And neuer forsake you for none other . Lyke a woman I will you vse , And doe you honour , as ye should doe me : And for your sake all other refuse , As good reason is , it should so be . By my trouth , but well you say , And me thinke by your countenaunce ywis : That ye should not another day , For no cause deale with me amis . And in you I hope pleasure to take , If ye woulde be gentle as ye should : And neuer none other for your sake . To marry for a . M. pound of gold . But sometime ye must me a little forbeare , For I am hasty but it is soone done : In my fume I doe nothing feare , Whatsoeuer thereof to me become . And I cannot refrayne me in no wise , For I haue it by nature a parte ywis : It was wonte to be my mothers guise , Sometime to be mayster withouten misse . And so must I by God now and than , Or else I would thinke it should not be well , For though ye were neuer so good a man , Sometime among I will beare the bell . And therefore tell me with wordes playne , If ye can be pacient what time it is : To suffer with me a little payne , Though that you thinke I doe amisse . Or else say nay , and make a shorte ende , And soone we shall asonder departe : Then at your liberty you may hence wend , Yet I doe loue you with all my harte . The yongman was glad of her loue in fay , But loth he was master her for to make : And bethought him what her father before did saye , When he on wooing his iorney did take . And so cousented to all her will , When he aduised him what he should doe : He sayd ye may me saue or spill , For ye haue my loue sweete heart and no moe . The mother hearing this , for the father sente , Showing to him what was befall : Where with he was right well content , Of all their promises in generall . Vpon this greement they departed then , To prepare all thinges for the feast : Glad was the bride and her spouse then , That they were come to this beheast .
Howe the Bryde was maryed with her Father and Mothers . good wyll .

THe day approched , the time drue neare , That they should be wedded withouten misset The Bryde was glad and made good cheare , For she thought to make greate ioye and blisse . As that day to tryumphe with games and sporte , Among her friendes a rule to beare : And eake with his friendes that thither should resorte , Thinking that no body might be her peare . The Bridegrome was glad also in say , As man might be vpon the molde : And to himselfe thus gan he say , Now shall I receyue an heape of golde . Of poundes many one , and much goods besyde , To reioyce my sorrowes , and also my smarte : I know not her peare in this country so wyde , But yet I feare alway her proude harte . She is so syb to the mother withouten fayle , Which hath no peare that I know : In all mischiefe she dare assayle , The boldest Archer that shooteth in a bow . But no force I care not , I wote what I thinke , When we be wed and keepe house alone , For a small storme I may not shrinke , To run to my neighbour , to make my mone . Soone to the church now were they brought With all their friends them about : There to be maryed as they ought , And after them followed a full great rout . With them to offer as custome is , Among good neighboures it is alway seene : Full richly deckte withouten mis , And she thought her selfe , most likest a Queene . Incontinent when the Masse was done , Homeward forsooth they tooke the way : There followeth after them right soone , Many a tall man and woman full gay . The fathers and mothers next of all , Vnto the Bridgrome and Bryde also : As to them then , it did befall , With them that tyde , so for to go .
How the Bryde and her friendes came from the Church , and were of the Brydegroome at their feast honestly serued .

WHen they came home the bordes were spread , The Bride was set at the hye dysse : Euery one sayd , she had well sped , Of such a fayre husband as serued her mysse . The friendes sate about her on euery syde , Each in their order , a good syght to see , The Bryde in the middest , with much pryde , Full richely beseene , she was pardye . The mother was right glad of this sight , And fast she did her daughter behold : Thinking it was a pleasaunt wight , But alway her Fathers heart was cold . When he remembred what might befall , Of this yong Daughter , that was so bold : He could nothing be merry at all , But moned the yong man full many a fold . Beholde how often with countenaunce sad , Saying to himselfe alas this day : This yong man proueth much worse then mad , That he hath marryed this cursed may . Where I haue counsayled him by heauens blisse That he should not meddle in no wise : Least he repented withouten misse , That euer he made this enterprise . But seeing it is thus , selfe doe selfe haue , He is worse then mad that will him mone : For I will no more so God me saue , But God send him ioy , with my daughter Ione . She is as curste I dare well swere , And as angry ywis as euer was waspe : If he her anger she will him tere , And with her nayles also him claspe . What auayleth it to say ought now , The deede is done , no remedy there is : Good cheare to make I make God auowe , Is now the best withouten misse . For now is the time it should so be , To make good game and sporte in fay : In comforting all this company , That be assembled here this day . The father and mother , were dilligent still , To welcome the friendes both more and lesse : The yongman did also his good will , To serue them well at euery messe . Wherein the mother great pleasure tooke , And so did the father eake truely , The Bride gaue a friendly looke , Casting on him a wanton eye . Then was the Brydegrome reioysed sore , Alway our Lord thanking of his great grace : Hauing in minde times many a score , That his Bryde shewed him such a fayre place . The mynstrelles played at euery bord , The people therewith reioysed right well : Geuing the Bridegrome their good word , And the bryde also that in bewty did excell . The time past forth the dinner was done , The tables were taken vp all : The Brydegroome welcommed them euery echone , That were there in the hall . They thanked him then and the Bryde also , Of their greate cheare they had : And sware great othes so mote I go , They were neuer at feast so glad . Nowe we will remember you or we depart , As vse and custome doth requyre : He thanked them with all his harte , So did both dame and syre . The Bryde to the Table agayne was set , To keepe countenaunce than in deede : The friendes that were together met , Be gyfted them richely with right good speede . The father and the mother fyrst began , To order them in this wise : The Brydegrome was set by the Brydes syde than , After the countrey guise . Then the father the fyrst present brought , And presented them there richly in fay , With deedes of his land in a boxe well wrought , And made them his heyres for aye . He gaue them also of malte and corne , An hundred quarters and more : With sheepe and oxen , that bare large horne , To keepe for household store . And then came the mother as quick as a bee , To the Brydegrome with wordes smart : Saying sonne so mote I thee , I must open to thee my harte . She gaue them also both carte and plow , And bid them alway to doe well : And God should send them good ynow , If they did marke , what she did tell . Before the people in this Hall , I will say and to thee rehearse : An hundred pound now geue thee I shall , But harken fyrst vnto my vearse . Thou haste here my daughter deare , A pleasaunt thing it is : In all the countrey I know not her peare , So haue I parte of blisse . For she is wyse and fayre with all , And will nothing cast away : I trow there be now none in this hall , That better can saue all thing in fay . Nor better doth know what doth behoue , Vnto an house or huswiuery : Then she doth , which causeth me to moue , This matter to thee so busily . She can carde , she can spin , She can thresh , and she can fan : She can helpe thee good to win , For to keepe thee like a man . And here is an hundred pound in Golde , To set thee vp , thy crafte to vse : Wherefore I am playne I would thou should , In no maner of wise thy selfe abuse . To striue with my daughter or her to intreate , For any thing that she shall doe : Here after my child , therefore to beate , It should turne playnely , to thy greate woe . O my deare mother take no displeasure , Till you haue cause what so befall , But vse your selfe alwaye by measure , For other cause none haue you shall . My wyfe and I full well shall gree , I trust to God in throne : She is my loue and euer shall be , And none but she alone . O my deare sonne thou makest me glad , Which before was full of sorrowe : For my deare daughter , I was full sad , But now I say our Lord to borrow . Thou geuest me good comfort now farewel care Here is thy hundred pound , I pray God geue thee well to fare , And kepe thee whole and sound . I thanke you dere mother the yong man sayd Of your good gifte and daughter deare : Methinkes she is the worthiest mayde , In all this Lande withouten peare . I hoape to liue with her alway , So gentelly that she shall fynde : And you her mother I dare well say , In euery season gentle and kynde . The people standing them to behold , Regarded the wordes of the Brydegrome than , And sayd he aunswered with wordes cold , Which become full well the good yong man . And then they prest forth ech after other , With golde and syluer , and riche giftes eake : And many a scorne they gaue the mother , But euer they praysed the yong man meeke . To whome he gaue thankes with all his mighte , As honesty requyreth him to doe : He ordred himselfe alway aright , Yet they thought all he should haue woe . For he was matched so ywys , That he could not wante for sorrow in fay , But alway hampred withouten misse , Of mother and daughter , foreuer and aye . When all was done they gan depart , And tooke their leaue full friendly thoe : Thanking ech other with all their harte , And on their way home they gan go . The Father and mother thanked them all , The Bryde and Brydegrome , also without mis , Did thanke the company in generall , Departing from them with ioy and blisse . Then they went home while it was day , And lefte the Bryde and Brydegrome there , And they that did abide there in good fay , They made at euen agayne good cheare . And after supper they did make good sporte , With dauncing and springing as was the vse : Yong people by other there did resorte , To no mans hynder nor confuse . After that all sportes were ended and done , And that the bryde should goe to bed : Aboute the hall they daunced soone . And suddaynly away the bryde was led . To take her rest with her dere spouse , As reason would it should so be : Euen as the cat , was wonte with the mouse , To play forsoth euen so did he . The next morning if that ye will heare , The mother did come to their bedsyde : Demaunding them what was their cheare , And the Bryde began her head to hyde . Saying to her as one ashamed , Iwys deare mother I would ye were gone : Or ye came heare I was not blamed , For being in his armes heare all alone . Myne own deare daughter , be not displeased Though I doe let you of your desport : I would be loath ye were diseased , But you shall haue a Cawdell for your comforte . A while I will goe and let you alone , Till ye be ready for to ryse : And sodaynely the mother was from them gone To make the Cawdell after the best wise . When that the mother departed was , The dallyed togither and had good game , He hit her awry , she cryed alas , What doe ye man , hold vp for shame . I will sweete wife then gan he say , Fulfill your mynde , both loud and still : But ye be able I sweare in fay , In all sportes to abide my will . And they wrestled , so long beforne , That this they had , for their greate meade : Both shyrt and smock was all to torne , That their vprysyng had no speede . But yet the mother came agayne , And sayd to her daughter how doest thou nowe , Mary mother betweene vs twayne , Our shyrtes be torne , I make God auowe . By Gods dere mother , she sware than , This order with vs may not continue : I will no more lye by this man , For he doth me brast both vayne and sinew . Nay nay deare mother this world goeth on wheeles , By sweete saynt George ye may me trowe : He lyeth kicking with his heeles , That he is like to beare me a blow . My owne deare daughter if thy smock be asonder , Another thou shalte haue then by this light : I pray thee hartely doe thou not wonder , For so was I dealt with the fyrst night . That I by thy father lay by the roode , And I doe thee , with wordes playne : Me thought neuer night to me so good , As that same was , when I tooke such payne . Why mother were ye then glad , To be thus delt with as I am now : Me thinke my husband worse then mad , For he doth exceede I make God auow , I could not lye still nor no rest take , Of all this night beleue ye me : Sometime on my syde , and sometime on my backe , He rolde and layd me so mote I thee . And from the beds head vnto the beds feete , A cloth we had not vs for to decke , Neyther our couerlet nor yet our sheete , That I pray God the deuell him checke . For I am ashamed my mother deare , Of this nightes rest by God in throne : Before our friendes I dare not appeare , Would to Gods passion , I had layne alone . Nay nay deare daughter be not ashamed , For here is nothing done amis : They be more worthy to be blamed , That hereof thinketh shame ywys . For this is honesty for thee and vs all , And a new smock I will thee fet : And eke for thee my sonne I shall , For thy true laboure , a new shyrte get . And soone of these , they were both sped , The daughter and eake the sonne also : Full quickly they rose out of their bed , And with their mother , they gan go . Abroade among , their friendes all , Which bid them good lucke , and eake good grace , The cawdell was ready there in the Hall , With myrth and glee for their solace . Thus ended the feast with sporte and play , And all their friendes each with other : Did take their leaue and went their way , From bryde , and Brydegrome , with father and mother . Which right hartely did thanke them tho , So did the Bryde , and Brydegrome eke : Yet when the friendes were all ago , This yong folke abode with the mother all the weeke . The father was glad to see them agree , So was the mother by heauen queene : And sayd eche to other so mote I thee , I thought not so well it should haue beene . Betweene them twayne as it is now , And therefore alone here shall they bide : We will leaue them all I make God auowe , And go to dwell in our house harde beside . At shorte conclusyon they went their way , Leuing their children all that was there : And come not agayne of many a day , For their deare daughter to inquere . Thus they bode together than , He set vp his shop with haberdash ware : As one that would be a thriuing man , To get great goods for his welfare . And after that he tooke greate payne , To order his plowes and cattell also : He kepte both boye and also swayne , That to the carte and plow did goe . And some kepte neate , and some kept sheepe , Some did one thing , some did another , But when they came home to haue their meate , The wife played the deuell then , like her mother . With countenaunce grun and wordes smart , She gaue them meate and bad them brast : The pore folke that come from plow and carte , Of her lewde wordes they were agast . Saying eche to other what dame is this , The deuill I trow hath brought vs here : Our mayster shall know it by heauens blisse , That we will not serue him another yeare . The good man was fourth in the towne abroade , About other thinges I you say , When he came homeward he met with a goade , One of his carters was going away . To whome he sayde Lob whether goest thou , The carter spyde his master than : And sayd to him I make God auow , No longer with thy wife abide I can . Mayster he sayd by Gods blist , Our dame is the deuell thou mayst me beleeue : If thou haue sought her thou haste not miste , Of one that full often thee shall greeue . By God a man , thou canst not haue , To go to carce , ne yet to plow : Neyther boy , nor yet knaue , By Gods deare mother I make God auow . That will bide with thee day or night , Our Dame is not for vs for she doth curse : When we shall eate or drinke with right , She bannes and frownes , that we be all the worse . We be not vsed where euer we wende , To be sorely looked on , for eating of our meate , The deuell I trow vs to thee send , God helpe vs a better may●●res to get . Come on thy way Lob , and turne agayne , Go home with me and all shall be well : An Oxe for my meyny shall be slayne , And the hyde at the market I will sell . Vpon this together , home they went , The good man was angry in his minde : But yet to his wife with good intent , He sayd sweete heart you be vnkinde . Entreate our meyny well alway , And geue them meate and drinke ynough : For they get our liuing euery day , And theirs also , at carte and plough . Therefore I would that they should haue , Meate and drinke to their behoue : For my sweete wife , so god me saue , Ye will doe so , if ye me loue . Gyue them what thou wilt I doe not care , By day nor night man beleeue thou me : What euer they haue or how they fare , I pray God euell mote they thee . And specially that horeson that doth eomplayne , I will quite him once if euer I liue , I will dash the knaue vpon the brayne , That euer after it shall him greeue . What my deare wife for shame be still , This is a payne such wordes to heare : We can not alwayes haue our will , Though that we were a Kinges pere . For to shame a Knaue what can they get , Thou arte as lewde for God as they : And therefore shalt thou serue them of meate , And drinke also , from hence alway . What wife ye be to blame , To speake to me thus in this wise : If we should striue folke woud speake shame , Therefore be still in mine aduise . I am loth with you to striue , For ought that you shall doe or say : I sweare to Christ wife by my liue , I had rather take Morell and ryde my way . To seeke mine aduenture till your moode be past I say to you these manners be not good : Therefore I pray you that this be the last , Of your furious anger that semeth so wood . What can it auayle you me for to greeue , That loueth you so well as I doe mine harte : By my trouth wife you may me beleeue , Such toyes as these be , would make vs both smarte , Smarte in the twenty fayning Deuelles name , That liste me once well for to see : I pray God geue the euell shame , What shouldest thou be werte not for me . A ragge on thine arse thou shouldest not haue , Excepte my friendes had geuen it thee : Therefore I tell thee well thou drunken knaue , Thou arte not he that shall rule me . O good wife cease and let this ouerpasse , For all your great anger and hye wordes eake : I am mine owne selfe euen as I was , And to you will be louing , and also meeke . But if ye should doe thus , as ye doe begin , It may not continue no time ywys : I would not let for kyth nor kin , To make you mend , all thinges that is amys . Make me , mary out vpon the dreuill , Sayest thou that , wilte thou beginne : I pray God and our Lady that a foule euill , Lyghten vpon thee and all thy kinne . By Gods deare blest vex me no more , For if thou doe thou shalte repente : I ●aue yet so 〈◊〉 , ●t for thee in st●re , And with that a staffe in her hand ●he hent . At him full soone then she let flee , And wholled about her as it had bene a man : Her husband then was fayne perdy , To voyde her stroake and goe his way than . By Gods deare mother then gan she sweare , From henceforth I will make thee bow : For I will trim thee in thy geare , Or else I would I were cald a Sow . Fye on all wretches that be like thee , In word or worke both lowde and still , I sweare by him that made man free , Of me thou shalte not haue thy will . Now nor neuer I tell thee playne , For I will haue Golde and riches ynow : When thou shalte goe iagged as a simple swain With whip in hande at carte and plough . Of that my deare wife I take no scorne , For many a good man with minde and harte : Hath gone to plough and carte beforne , My time ywys with payne and smarte . Which now be rich and haue good at will , Being at home and make good cheare : And there they intend to leade their life still , Till our Lord doe sende for them heare . But now I must ryde a little way , Deare wife I will come right soone agayne : Appoynt our dinner I you pray , For I doe take on me great payne . I doe my best I sweare by my life , To order you like a woman ywys : And yet it cannot be withouten strife , Through your lewde tongue by heauens blisse . Ryde to the Deuell and to his dame , I would I should thee neuer see : I pray God sende thee mickle shame , In any place , where euer thou be . Thou wouldest fayne , the mayster play , But thou shalte not by God I make thee sure ▪ I sweare I will thy Peticote pay , That long with me thou shalte not endure .
How the good man rode his way till he thoughte her anger was past , and then he retourned home agayne .

THe good man was sorry and wente his way , About his busynes , as he was vsed : And to himselfe thus gan he say , Lord God , how was I thus abused . When I tooke this wife I was worse then mad And yet can I blame my selfe and none other , Which maketh me sigh and often be sad , Repenting full sore by Gods deare Mother . Fye vpon goods withouten pleasure , Betweene man and wife that cannot agree : It is a payne far passing measure , Such stryfe to see where as loue should be . For there was neuer man ywys , So hampred with one wife as I am now , Wherefore I thinke withouten misse , She shall repent it I make God auow . Except she turne and change her minde , And eake her conditions euerichone : She shall fynde me to her so vnkinde , That I shall her coyle both backe and bone . And make her blew and also blacke , That she shall grone agayne for woe : I will make her bones all to cracke , Without that she her condicions forgoe , I was neuer so vexte this time beforne , As I am now of this wife alone : A vengeaunce on her that euer she was borne , For she maketh me often full woe begon . And I cannot tell , where me to tourne Nor me to wende , by God in faye Which cause me often for to mourne Or yet to know what for to say . I am worse , then mad or wood , And yet I am loth with her to begin , I feare me I shall neuer make her good Except I do wrap her in black Morels skin , That can no more drawe at plough ne carte , It shall be to late to call for her kinne , When she beginneth once for to smarte , For little ease thereby she shall winne . Morell is olde , he can labour no more , Nor doe no good but alway eate , I trowe I haue kept him thus long in store , To worke a charme that shall be feate . The horeson is blynde and lame also Behynde and before , he cannot stere , When he from the stable to the steeete should go , He falleth downe , ryght than in the myre . Yet I am loth him for to kyll For he hath done me good seruice or nowe , But if my wyfe fulfyll not my wyll I must him slea by God I trowe But at thys poynt nowe will I be , I wyll be mayster as it is reason , And make her subiect vnto me For she must learne a newe lesson . Her father did warne me of this beforne , How I should it finde in euery degree : But I did take it for halfe a scorne , And would not beleeue him then perdee . But now I perceaue it very well , He did it for good will ywis : Wherefore I thinke that Morels fell , Must mend all thing that is amis . Thus he that will not beleeue his friend , As her deare father was vnto me : He is worthy for to fynde , Alway greate payne and misery . But I may not choose him to beleeue , For the deede doth proue himselfe in fay : Euer she is redy me for to greeue , And thinkes to continue so alway . But now I will home to proue her minde , And see what welcome I shall haue : She may be to me , so vnkinde , That she shall repent it , so God me saue . For if I should of her complayne , Folke would me mock , and giue me scorne : And say I were worthy of this payne , Because it was shewed me so well beforne .
How the goodman was welcommed , when he retourned home agayne .

THe good man came ryding to the gate , And knocked as he had bene wode : His seruaunt right soone did meete him thereat , And bid him welcome with right milde moode . The mayster sayd what doth my dame now , Is she as frantick yet as she was : Than will I tame her I make God auow , And make her sing full loude alas . Where arte thou wife shall I haue any meate , Or am I not so welcome vnto thee : That at my commaundement I shall ought get , I pray thee hartely soone tell thou me . If thou doe not serue me and that anon , I shall thee shew mine anger ywis : I sweare by God and by saynt Iohn , Thy bones will I swaddle so haue I blisse . Forth she came , as brym a bore And like a dog she rated him than : Saying thus I set no store , By thee thou wretch thou arte no man . Get thee hence out of my sight , For meate nor drinke thou gettest none heare : I sweare to thee by Mary bright , Of me thou gettest , here no good cheare . Well wyfe he sayd thou doste me compell , To doe that thing , that I were loath : If I bereaue Morell of his old fell : Thou shalte repente it by the fayth now goath . For I see well that it will no better be , But in it thou must , after the new guyse : It had bene better so mote I thee , That thou haddest not begon this enterpryse .
How the good man caused Morell to be flayn ▪ and the hide salted , to lay his wife therein to sleepe .

NOw will I begin , my wife to tame , That all the world shall it know : I would be loth her for to shame , Though she do not care , ye may me trow . Yet will I her honesty regard , And it preserue where euer ye may , But Morell that is in yonder yarde , His hyde therefore he must leese in fay . And so he commaunded anon , To slea old Morell his greate Horse : And flea him then , the skin from the bone , To wrap it about his wiues white coarse . Also he commaunded of a byrchen tree , Roddes to be made a good great heape : And sware by deare God in Trinity , His wife in his seller shold skip and leape . The hyde must be salted then he sayd cake , Bycause I would not haue it stinke : I hope herewith she will be meeke , For this I trow will make her shrinke . And bow at my pleasure , when I her bed , And obay my commaundementes both lowde and still , Or else I will make her body bleede , And with sharp roddes beate her my fill . Anon with that to her he gan to call , She bid abide in the diuelles name : I will not come what so befall , Sit still with sorrow and mickle shame . Thou shalte not rule me as pleaseth thee , I will well thou know by Gods deare Mother , But thou shalt be ruled alway by me , And I will be mayster and none other . Wilte thou be mayster deare wife in fay , Then must we wrestle for the best game : If thou it win then may I say , That I haue done my selfe greate shame . But fyrst I will make thee sweate good Ione , Redde blood euen to the heeles adowne , And lappe thee in Morels skin alone , That the blood shall be seene euen from the crowne . Sayest thou me that thou wretched knaue , It were better thou haddest me neuer seene : I sweare to thee so God me saue , With my nayles I will scratch out both thine eyen , And therefore thinke not to touch me once , For by the masse if thou begin that , Thou shalte be handled for the nonce , That all thy braynes on the ground shall squat . Why then there is no remedy I see , But needes I must doe euen as I thought : Seing it will none otherwise be , I will thee not spare by God that me bought . For now I am set thee for to charme , And make thee meeke by Gods might , Or else with roddes while thou arte warme , I shall thee securge with reason and right .
Now good Morels skin , Receiue my cur●t wife in .

How the curst wife in Morels skin lay , Because she would not her husband obay . NOw will I my sweete wife trim , According as she deserueth to me : I sweare by God and by saynt Sim , With Byrchen roddes well beate shall she be . And after that in Morels salte skin , I will her lay and full fast binde , That all her friendes , and eake her kyn , Shall her long seeke or they her fynde , Then he her met , and to her gan say , How sayest thou wife wilte thou be mayster yet : She sware by Gods body , and by that day , And sodaynly with her fyst she did him hit . And defyed him dreuill at euery worde , Saying precious horsesone what doest thou thinke I set not by thee a stinking torde Thou shalt get of me neyther meate nor drinke . Sayest thou me that wyfe quoth he than With that in his armes he gan her catche Streyght to the seller with her he ran And fastened the dore with locke and latche And threwe the key downe him besyde , Askyng her than if she would obay Than she sayde nay for all thy pryde But she was mayster and would abyde alway . Then quoth he we must make a fraye And with that her cloths he gan to teare Out vpon thee horesone than she did saye Wylte thou robbe me of all my geare It cost thee naught thou arrant theefe And quickly she ga● hym by the heade With that she sayde God giue thee a mischiefe And them that fed thee fyrst with breade . They wrestled togyther thus they two So long that the clothes a sunder went And to the grounde he threwe her tho That cleane from the backe her smock he rent . In euery hand a rod he gate , And layd vpon her a right good pace : Asking of her what game was that , And she cryed out horeson , alas , alas . What wilte thou doe , wilte thou kill me , I haue made thee a man of nought : Thou shalte repente it , by Gods pitty , That euer this deede thou haste y wrought . I care not for that dame he did say , Thou shalt gi●e ouer or we departe The maystership all , or all this day I will not cease to make thee smarte . Euer he layde on , and euer she did crye , Alas , alas , that euer I was borne Out vpon thee murderer I thee defye Thou hast my white skin , and my body all to torne Leaue of betyme I counsayle thee , Nay by God dame I saye not so yet , I sweare to thee , by Mary so free We begyn but nowe , this is the first fyt . Once agayne , we must daunce about And then thou shalt reast in Morels skyn , He gaue her than so many a great cloute That on the grounde the bloud was seene . Within a whyle , he cryed newe roddes newe With that she cryed full lowde alas , Daunce yet about dame , thou came not where it grewe , And sodainely with that in a sowne she was . He spyed that and by he her hente , And wrang her harde then by the nose : With her to Morels skin , straight he wente , And therein full fast he did her close . Within a while , she did reuiue , Through the grose salte that did her smarte : She thought she should neuer haue gone on liue , Out of Morels skin so sore is her harte . When she did spy that therein she lay , Out of her wit she was full nye : And to her husband then did she say , How canst thou doe this vilany . Nay how sayest thou , thou cursed wife , In this foule skin I will thee keepe , During the time of all thy life , Therein for euer wayle and weepe . With that her moode began to sinke , And sayd deare husband for grace I call : For I shall neuer sleepe nor winke , Till I get your loue whatso befall . And I will neuer to you offend , In no maner of wise , of all my lyue : Nor to doe nothing that may pretend , To displease you with my wittes fyue . For Father nor Mother whatsoeuer they say I will not anger you by God in throne : But glad will your commaundementes òbay , In presence of people and cake alone . Well on that condicion thou shalt haue , Grace and fayre bed to rest thy body in : But if thou rage more so God me saue , I will wrap thee agayne in Morels skin . Then he tooke her out in his armes twayne , And beheld her so pitteously with blood arayed , How thinkest thou wife , shall we arrayne , Haue such businesse more to her he sayd , She aunswered nay my husband deare , Whyle I you know , and you know me , Your commaundementes I will both far and neare , Fulfill alway in euery degree . Well then I promise thee by God euen now , Betweene thee and mee shall neuer be strife , If thou to my commaundementes quickly bow I will the cherish all the dayes of my life . In bed she was layde and healed full soone , As fayre and cleare as she was beforne , What he her bid was quickly done , To be dilligent ywys she tooke no scorne . Then was he glad , and thought in his minde Now haue I done , my selfe great good , And her also , we shall it finde , Though I haue shed parte of her blood . For as me thinke , he will be meeke : Therefore I will her father and Mother , Byd to guest , now the next weeke , And of our neighboures , many other .
Howe the good man did byd her Father and Mother to guest , and many of his neyghbours that they might see his wiues pacyence .

GReat payne he made his wife to take , Agaynst the day that they should come : Of them was none that there did lack , I dare wel say vnto my doome . Ye Father and mother and neighbours all . Dyd thether come to make good cheare , Soone they were set in genera●l , The wyfe was dilligent as did appeare . Father and mother was welcome then , And so were they all in good fay : The husband sate there like a man , The wyfe did serue them all that day . The good man commaunded what he would haue , The wyfe was quick at hand , What now thought the mother , this arrant knaue , Is mayster as I vnderstand . What may this meane then she gan thinke , That my daughter so dilligent is : Now can I nother eate nor drinke , Till I it know by heauen blisse . When her daughter came agayne , To serue at the borde as her husband bad , The Mother stared with her eyen twayne , Euen as one that had ben mad . All the folke , that at the boord sate , Did her behold then euerichone : The mother from the boord her gate , Following her daughter and that anone , And in the Kitching she her fand , Saying vnto her in this wise : Daughther thou shalte well vnderstand , I did not teach thee after this guyse . A good mother ye say full well , All thinges with m●is not as ye weene : If ye had bene in Morels fell , As well as I it should be seene . In Morels fell what deuill is that , Mary mother I will it you show : But beware that you come not thereat , Lest you your selfe then doe beshrew . Come downe now in this seller so deepe , And Morels skin there shall you see : With many a rod that hath made me to weepe , When the blood ranne downe fast by my knee . The Mother this beheld and cryed out alas . And ran out of the Seller as she had bene wood , She came to the table where the company was , And sayd out horeson I will see thy harte blood . Peace good Mother , or so haue I blisse , Ye must daunce else as did my wyfe : And in Morels skin lye , that well salted is , Which you should repent all the dayes of your lyfe . All they they that were there , held with the yong man , And sayd he dyd well in euery maner degree , Whan dynner was done , they departed all than , The mother no lenger durst there be . The Father abode last and was full glad , And gaue his children his blessyng ywys , Saying the yong man full well done had , And merely departed wythouten mys , This yong man was glad ye may be sure , That he had brought hys wyfe to this , God gyue vs all grace in rest to indure , And hereafter to come vnto his blisse . Thus was Morell flayne out of his skin . To charme a shrew so haue I blisse : Forgeue the yongman if he did sin , But I thinke he did nothing amisse . He did all thing euen for the best . As it well prooued then , God saue our wiues from Morels nest , I pray you say all amen . Thus endeth the iest of Morels skin , Where the curst wife was lapped in , Because she was of a shrewde leere . Thus was she serued in this maner . Finis . quoth Mayster Charmeher .

JMPRINTED AT LONdon in Fleetestreate , beneath the Conduite , at the signe of S. Iohn Euaungelist . by Hugh Iackson .

He that can charme a shrewde wyfe , Better then thus : Let him come to me , and fetch ten pound , And a golden purse .