%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the [she]pherds Wife, with her churlish answer./ Being full of mirth and pastime. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/23/2008 20240

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1.506-507 R234206 1 Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame IN Elder time there as of Yore,/ when guides of churlish glee, HE with his Master jig by jowl,/ unto old Gillian hy'd, Pepys 1.506-507 Wing S3151; Rollins (2) 1354 (Sept. 25, 1578, II, 338, Rich. Jones); Rollins (2) 1358 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 1 and 2: A shepherd and a king are pictured. The shepherd sits in a field on a rock on the left side of the cut, wears a brimmed hat, and holds a shepherd's staff (or crook). His arms are folded across his chest in an attitude of thinking or pensiveness, and he wears some kind of doublet or waistcoat. A satchel or other bag is hung around his neck and shoulder and rests on his hip. Another object, perhaps another satchel, rests on the ground by his feet. In the background are some tufts of grass and some sheep grazing. The king stands to the shepherd's left. He wears a crown and an elaborate doublet with embroidery and elaborate ornament, particularly on the chest, collar, and cuffs. The king has a beard and short hair and holds a staff or stick in his right hand. The king and the shepherd appear to be in conversation with each other. : 67 x 77 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 2 and 3: The cut is unclear. To the right of the cut, a figure stands in an arched doorway. He wears a long robe with wide sleeves, and holds his left hand up to his chest. He looks off to the right side of the cut, but his eyes slant toward the people gathered in front of him. The people include a kneeling woman in a veild, who holds an unclear object in front of her (maybe a book? or a plate?) Two standing men in hats and simple clothes, and a man on horseback. A second horse stands next to this rider. All of the gathered people seem to be praying or supplicating before the standing figure. In the background is a building on a hill.: 74 x 103 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 506 The shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the [she]pherds Wife, with her churlish answer./ Being full of mirth and pastime. The shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the shepherds Wife, with her churlish answer. Being full of mirth and pastime. The Shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the Shepherd's Wife, With Her Churlish Answer. Being Full of Mirth and Pastime. The second Part, The second Part, The Second Part, single sheet oblong folio, pasted across 2 pages, 279 x 337 cropped left and right edges, torn top edge, creased, damaged surface, uneven inking 1681-1684 Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W./ Thackeray, and Passinger J. Wright, J. Clarke, W.Thackeray, Passinger Blagden

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IN Elder time there as of Yore, when guides of churlish glee, Were us'd among our Country Carls, though no such thing now be: The which King Alfred liking well, forsook his stately Court, And in disguise unknown went forth, to see that jovial sport, How Dick and Tom in clouted shoon, and coats of Russet gray, Esteem'd themselves more brave then them, that went in Golden Ray; In garments fit for such a life, the good King Alfred went, All rag'd and torn as from his back the beggar his cloaths had rent. A sword and bucler good and strong, to give Jack Sauce a wray, And on his head instead of a Crown, he wore a Monmouth Cap. Thus coasting thorow Somersetshire, near Newton Court he met, A Shepherd Swain of lusty limb, that up and down did jet: He wore a bonnet of good gray, close buttoned to his chin, And at his back a Leather scrip, with much good meat therein. God speed good Shepherd, quoth the King I come to be thy Guest, To taste of they good victuals here, and drink that's of the best: Thy scrip I know hath cheer good store, what then the Sherherd said? Thou seem'st to be some sturdy thief, and mak'st me sore afraid. Yet if thou wilt thy dinner win the Sword and Buckler take, And if thou canst into my scrip therewith an entrance make, I tell the roister it hath store, of Beef and Bacon fat, With shieves of barly bread to make [th]y chaps to water at: Here stands my bottle, here my bag, if thou canst win them Roister,
Against the sword and buckler here my sheephook is my ma[st]er. Benedicite now, quoth our good King it never shall be said, That Alfred of the shepherds hook will stand a whit afraid: So Soundly thus they both fell to't, and giving bang for bang, At every blow the shepherd gave King Alfreds sword cry'd twang. His buckler prov'd his chiefest fence for still the shepherds hook, Was that the which King Alfred could in no good manner brook: At last when they had fought 4 hours, and it grew just mid-day, And wearied both with right good will desired each others stay. King, truce I cry quoth Alfred then, good shepherd hold thy hand, A sturdier fellow then thy self lives not within this land. Nor a lustier Roister then thou art, the churlish shepherd said, To tell thee plain thy thievish looks, now makes my heart afraid; Else sure thou are some prodigal which hast consum'd thy store And now camst wandring in this place to rob and steal for more: Deem not of me then quoth our King good shepherd in this sort, A Gentleman well known I am in good King Alfreds Court. The Devil thou art, the shepherd said thou goest in raggs all torn, Thou rather seem'st I think to be some beggar basely born; But if thou wilt mend thy estate, and here a shepherd be, At night to Gillian my sweet wife thou shalt go home with me. For she's as good a toothless dame as mumbleth on brown bread, Where thou shalt lie in hurden sheets, upon a frest straw bed.
Of whig and whey we have good store, and keep good pease straw fires. And now and then good barly Cakes as better days requires. But for my master which is chief, and Lord of Newton Court, He keeps I say, his shepherds swains in far more braver sort; We there have curds & clouted cream of red Cows morning milk, And now and then fine buttered cakes as soft as any silk. Of Beef and reised Bacon store that is most fat and greasie, We have likewise to feed our chaps, and make them glib and easie. Thus if thou wilt my man become, this usage thou shalt have, If not adieu go hang thy self and so farewel Sir Knave. King Alfred hearing of this glee, the churlish shepherd said, Was well content to be his man, so they a bargain made. A penny round the shepherd gave, in earnest of this match, To keep his sheep in field and fold as shepherds use to watch. His wages shall be full ten groats for service of a year, Yet was it not his use old Lad to hire a man so dear. For did the King himself (quoth he) unto my cottage come, He should not for a 12 months pay receive a greater summ. Hereat the bonny King grew blith to hear the clownish jest, How silly sots as custome is do discant at the best. But not to spoil the foolish sport he was content good King, To sit the shepherds humour right in every kind of thing, A sheep-hook then with patch his dog and Tar-box by his side,
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HE with his Master jig by jowl, unto old Gillian hy'd, Into whose sight no sooner came, whom have you here (quoth she) A fellow I doubt will cut our throats, so like a knave looks he. Not so old Dame quod Alfred straight, of me you need not fear, My Master hired me for ten Groats to serve you one whole year: So good dame Gillian grant me leave within your house to stay, For by Saint Ann do what you can, I will not yet away. Her churlish usage pleas'd him still, put him to such proof, That he at night almost choakt, within that smoaky Roof: But as he sat with smilling cheer, the event of all to see, His dame brought forth a piece of dow which in the fire throws she; Where lying on the Harth to bake, by chance the Cake did burn, What canst thou not, thou lout (quod she) take pains the same to turn: Thou art more quick to take it out and eat it up half Dow, Then thus to stay til't be enough, and so thy manners show. But serve me such another trick I'le thwack thee on the snout. Which made the patient King good man of her to stand in doubt, But to be brief to bed they went the good Old Man and his Wife, But never such a Lodging had, King Alfred in his life: For he was laid in white sheeps wooll new pull'd from tanned fells, And ore his head hang'd spiders webs as if they had been bells. Is this the Country guise thought he, then here I will not stay, But hence be gone as soon as breaks, the peeping of next day. The cacklin Hens & Geese kept roost and pearched at his side, Where at the last the watchful Cock, made known the morning tide; Then up got Alfred with his horn, and blew so long a blast, That made Gillian and his Groom, in bed fust sore agast. Arise, quoth she we are undone, this night we lodged have. At unawares within our house, a false dissembling knave; Rise husband, rise, he'l cut our throats he calleth for his Mates, Ide give old Will our good Cade lamb, he would depart our gates.
But still King Alfred blew his horn, before them more and more, Till that a hundred Lords and Knights, all lighted at the door: Which cry'd all hail, all hail, good King long have we look'd your Grace, And here you find (my merry men all) your Soveraign in this place. We shall surely by hang'd up both, old Gillian I much fear, The shepherd said for using thus, our good King Alfred here: O pardon my Liege, quod Gillian then for my Husband and for me, By these ten bones I never thought, the same that now I see; And by my book the Shepherd said, an Oath both good and true, Before this time O Noble King, I never your Highness knew: Then pardon me and my old Wife, that we may after say, When first you came into our house, it was a happy day. It shall be done said Alfred straight, and Gillian my Old Dame, For this thy churlish using me, deserveth not much blame; For this thy Countrey guise I see, to be thus bluntish still, And where the plainest meaning is, remains the smallest ill. And Master lo I tell thee now, for thy low manhood shown A thousand Weathers i'le bestow, upon thee for thy own. And pasture ground as much as will, suffice to feed them all, And this thy Cottage I will change, into a stately Hall. As for the same as duty binds, the Shepherd said good King, A milk-white Lambe once every year, i'le to your Highness bring. And Gillian my wife likewise, of Wooll to make you Coats, Will give you as much at New-years tide as shall be worth ten groats. And in your priase my Bagpipe shall sound sweetly once a year, How Alfred our renowned King most kindly hath been here, Thanks shepherd, thanks, quod he again, the next time I come hither, My Lords with me here in this house will all be merry together.
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Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and Passinger.