A pleasant new ballad of the Miller of Mansfield, in Sherwood and of King Henry the second, and how he was lodged in the millers house, and of their pleasant communication To the tune of, The French Lavolta. Pleasant ballad of King Henry II. and the miller of Mansfield. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A06826 of text S120074 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 17262). 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. 15 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A06826 STC 17262 ESTC S120074 99855274 99855274 20760 2240941649

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A06826) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 20760) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 812:12) A pleasant new ballad of the Miller of Mansfield, in Sherwood and of King Henry the second, and how he was lodged in the millers house, and of their pleasant communication To the tune of, The French Lavolta. Pleasant ballad of King Henry II. and the miller of Mansfield. 1 sheet ([1] p.) for E. Wright, dwelling at Christ-Church Gate, Printed at London : [1640?] An edition of: A pleasant ballad of King Henry II. and the miller of Mansfield. Verse - "Henry our royall King would ride a hunting,". Publication date suggested by STC. Identified as Wing P2554A(a) on UMI microfilm set "Early English books, 1641-1700", reel 2123. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Henry -- II, -- King of England, 1133-1189 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. A06826 S120074 (STC 17262). civilwar no A pleasant new ballad of the Miller of Mansfield, in Sherwood and of King Henry the second, and how he was lodged in the millers house, and [no entry] 1640 2 2579 9 0 0 0 0 0 35 C The rate of 35 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-06 Sampled and proofread 2006-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A pleasant new Ballad of the Miller of Mansfield , in Sherwood and of King Henry the second , and how he was lodged in the Millers house , and of their pleasant communication . To the Tune of , The French Lavolta .
HEnry our royall King would ride a hunting , To the gréene forrest so pleasant and faire , To have the hart chased and daintie Does tripping , Vnto mercy Sherwood his Nobles repaire : Hawk and hound was unbound , all things prepar'd for the same to the game , with good regard . All a long Summers day , rod the King plesantly , With all his Princes and Nobles each one , Chasing the Hart and Hinde , and the Buck gallantly , Till the darke evening enforcst them turne home : then at last , riding fast , he had lost quite , all his Lords in the wood , late in darke night , Wandring thus wearily all alone up and downe , With a rude Miller he met at the last , Asking the ready way unto faire Nottingham , Sir ( quoth the Miller ) your way you have lost , yet I thinke , what I thinke , truth for to say , you doe not likely ride out of your way , Why what dost thou think of me , qd . our King merrily Passing thy iudgement upon me so briefe ? Good faith ( quoth the Miller ) I mean not to flatter thée , I ghesse thée to be but some Gentleman thiefe : stand thee backe in the dark light thee not downe , lest that I presently cracke thy knaves crowne . Thou dost abuse me much ( quoth our King ) saying thus I am a Gentleman , and lodging I lacke : Thou hast not ( quoth the Miller ) one groat in thy purse , All thy inheritance hangs on thy backe : I have gold to discharge all that I call , if it be forty pence I will pay all . If thou béest a true man , then ( said the Miller ) I sweare by my tole-dish I le lodge thee all night , Here 's my hand ( quoth our King ) that was I ever , Nay soft ( quoth the Miller ) thou maist be a spright : better I lé know thée ere hands I doe shake , with none but honest men hands will I take . Thus they went all along unto the Millers house , Where they were seething of Puddings and Souse , The Miller first entred in , then after him the King , Never came he in so smoaky a house : now ( quoth he ) let me see , here what you are , quoth our King looke your fill and doe not spare . I like well thy countenance ▪ thou hast an honest face , With my sonne Richard this night thou shalt lye , Quoth his wife , by my troth , it is a handsome youth , Yet it is best ( quoth his wife ) for to deale warily , art not a run away I pray thée youth tell , shew me thy Pasport and all shall be well . Then our King presently making low courtesie , With his hat in his hand , thus he did say , I have no Pasport , nor never was servitour , But a poore Courtier rode out of my way . and for your kindnesse here offered to me , I will requite it in every degree . Then to the Miller his wife whispered secretly , Saying it seemeth this youth 's of good kin , Both by his apparell , and eke by his manners , To turne him out certainely it were a great sinne : ye ( quoth he ) you may see he hath some grace , when he doth speake to his betters in place . Well qd . ( the Millers wife ) young man welcome here ▪ And though I say it , well lodg'd thou shalt be Fresh straw I will have laid on your bed so bra●e , Good browne hempen shéetes likewise ( quoth she ) I ( quoth the goodman ) and when that is done , you shall lye with no worse than our owne sonne . Nay first ( quoth Richard ) good fellow tell me tr●● , Hast any creepers within thy gay hose ? Or art thou not troubled with the Scabado ? I pray you ( quoth the King ) what things are those ? art thou not lowsie ▪ nor scabby ( quoth he ) if thou béest surely thou liest not with me . This caus'd the King suddenly to laugh most heartily Till the teares trickled downe from his eyes . Then to their supper were they set orderly , With a hot bag-pudding and good apple-pies : nappy ale , good and stale , in a browne bowle : which did about the boord merrily trowle . Here ( quoth the Miller ) good fellow I drinke to the , And to all the Courtnols that courteous be . I pledge ( quoth our King ) and thanke you heartily , For your good welcome in every degree : and here in like manner I le drinke to your sonne , doe so ( quoth Richard ) but quicke let it come . Wife ( quoth the Miller ) fetch me forth light-foot . That we of his sweetnesse a little may taste , A faire Venison pasty then brought she forth 〈◊〉 , Eate ( quoth the Miller ) but sir make no waste : here 's dainty Light-foot in faith then said our King , I never before eate so dainty a thing . I wis ( said Richard ) no dainty at all it is , For wee doe eat of it every day , In what place ( said our King ) may be bought like this , We never pay penny for it by my fay : from merry Sherwood we fet it home here , now and then we make bold with our Kings Déere . Then I thinke ( said our King ) that it is Venison , Each foole , said Richard , full well may see that , Never are we without two or three in the 〈◊〉 , Very well fleshed and excellent fat : but pray thee say nothing , where ere thou dost goe , we would not for two pence the King should it know ▪ Doubt not then , said our King , my promised secrecy , The King shall never know more on 't for me , A cup of Lambs-wooll , they dranke unto him then , And then to bed they passed presently : the Nobles next morning went all up and downe , for to seeke out the King in every Towne . At last at the Millers house soone they espi'd him 〈◊〉 As he was mounting upon his faire steed , To whom they came presently , falling downe in 〈…〉 Which made the Millers heart wofully bleed : shaking and quaking before him he stood , thinking he should have bin hang'd by the rood . The King perceiving him fearefull and trembling , Drew forth his sword but nothing he said , The Miller downe did fall , crying before them all . Doubting the King would have cut off his head : but his kinde courtesie there to requite , gave him a great living , and made him a Knight .
The second part of the Miller and the King : Shewing how he came to the Court with his wife and Sonne : and what merry conceits passed betweene the King and him . WHen as our Noble King came home from Nottingham , And with his Nobles in Westminster lay , Recounting the sports and pastimes they had tane , In this late progres●e along by the way : of them all , great and small , this did he protest , the Miller of Mansfields sport liked him best . And now my Lords quoth the King I am determined Against Saint Geoges next sumptuous feast , That this old Miller our last confirmed knight , With his sonne Richard shall both be my guest , for in this merriment 't is my desire , to talke with the iolly Knight and the brave Squire . When as the Noblemen saw the Kings pleasantnes , They were right ioyfull and glad in their hearts , A Pursevent their was s●nt straight on the businesse , The which had many times beene in those parts , when he came to the place where he did dwell , his message orderly then he did tell . God save your worship then said the Messenger , And grant your Lady her hearts desire : And to your son Richhrd good fortune and happinesse , That swéet yong Gentleman and gallant yong Squire our King gréets you all and thus he doth say , you must come to the Court on S. Georges day . Therefore in any case , faile not to be in place , I wis ( quoth the Miller ) this is one odde iest , What should he doe there he said , faith I am halfe afraid , I doubt quoth Richard be hang'd at the least : nay quoth the Messenger you doe mistake , our King prepares a great feast for your sake . Then said the Miller now by my troth Messenger , Thou hast contented my worshipfull well , Hold here 's thrée farthings to quit thy great gentlenes For these happy tydings which thou dost me tell : let me sée hear'st thou the , tell to our King , wée 'l wait on his mastership in every thing . The Pursevant smiled at their simplicity , And making many legs tooke their reward , And taking then his leave with great humility , To the Kings Court , againe he repair'd , shewing unto his Grace in each degrée , the Knights most liberall gift and bounty . When as he was gone away , thus did the Miller say , Here comes expences and charges indeed , Now we must needs be brave , though we spend all we have , For of new garments we have great need , of horses and servingmen we must have store , with bridles and saddles and twenty things more , Tush sir ( Iohn qd . his wife ) neither do fret nor frowne You shall be at no more charges for me : For I will turne and trim up my old Russet gowne , With every thing as fine as may be : and on our Mil horses full swift we will ride , with pillowes and pannels as we shall provide , In this most stately sort , rode they unto the Court , Their lusty sonne Richard formost of all : Who set up by good hap , a Cocks feather in his Cap , And so they fetted downe towards the Kings Hall , the merry old Miller with his hand on his side , his wife like Maid marrian did mince at that tide , The King and his Nobles , that heard of their comming Méeting this gallant Knight with his brave traine , Welcome sir Knight ( qd he ) with this your gay Lady , Good sir Iohn Cockle , once welcome againe : and so is this Squire of courage so frée , quoth Dicke abots on you , doe you know me ? Quoth our King gently , how should I forget thée , Thou wast mine owne bedfellow well that I wot , But I doe thinke on a tricke tell me that prethe Dicke How we with farting did make the bed hot , thou whorson happy knave , then quoth the Knight , speake cleanely to our King , or else goe shite . The King and his Counsellors heartily laught at this , While the King tooke them both by the hand , With Ladies & their maids , like to the Quéen of spades , The Millers wife did so orderly stand , a milke-maids courtesie at every word , and downe the folks were set at the side boord , Where the King Royally , in princely Maiesty , Sate at his dinner with ioy and delight : When he had eaten well , to iesting then they fell , Taking a bowle of wine dranke to the Knight , here 's to you both he said , in wine ale , and béere , thanking you all for your Countrey chéere . Quoth sir Iohn Cockle I le pledge you a pottle , Were it the best ale in Nottingham-shire , But then said our King , I thinke of a thing , Some of your Light-foot I would we had here : ho , ho , quoth Richard , full well I may say it , t is knavery to eat it and then to bewray it . Why art thou angry quoth our King merrily ? In faith I take it very unkind , I thought thou wouldst pledg me in ale & wine heartily Y' are like to stay , quoth Dicke , till I have dinde : you féed us with twatling dishes so small , Zounds a blacke pudding is better than all . I marry , quoth our King , that were a daintie thing , If a man could get one here for to eate , With that Dicke straight arose , & pluckt one out of his hose Which with heat of his bréech began to sweat : the King made procter to snatch it away , 't is meat for your Master , good sir you must stay . Thus with great merriment , was the time wholy spēt And then the Ladies prepared to dance , Old sir John Cockle and Richard incontinent , Vnto this practice the King did advance : here with the Ladies , such sport they did make , the Nobles with laughing did make their heart ake Many thanks for their pains did the K. give them then , Asking young Richard if he would wed , Amongst these Ladies frée , tell me wich liketh thée , Quoth he , Jugge Grumball with the red head : she 's my Love , she 's my life , she will I wed , she hath sworne I shall have her Maiden-head . Then sir John Cockle , the King called unto him , And of merry Sherwood made him Overséer , And gave him out of hand , thrée hundred pound yéerely , But now take héed you stéele no more of my Deere , and once a quarter let 's here have your view , and thus sir John Cockle I bid you adieu .
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Printed at London for E. Wright , dwelling at Christ-Church Gate .