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1.76-77 S124605 1 flying fane Chevy Chase Flying Fame AN Older time there was fo yore, / when gybes of Churlish glee, NOt so, old Dame, quoth Alfred straight, / of me you need not feare: title unclear: The Shepheard and the King, and of Gillian the Shepheards VVife, with [her]/ Churlish answers: being full of mirth and merry pastime. Pepys 1.76-77 STC 22406.3 [London c.1635]; Rollins (2) 1354 (Sept. 25, 1578, II, 338, Rich. Jones); Rollins (2) 1358 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131). Woodblock 1: centered above columns one and two, between cast fleurons, next to other woodcut, below title: 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. The number 43 is inscribed in the blank space of the background.: 68 x 76 Woodblock 2: centered above columns two and three, between cast fleurons, next to other woodcut, below title: The king from woodcut 1 is on the left of the woodcut, crouching and leaning down and with his left hand reaching towards what appears to be a pot sitting on a fire. The gold braid on his coat across his chest and around his waist is more clear in this cut. He wears an ornate doublet and hose. He still holds his staff in his right hand, and the end of the staff is on the ground near the fire. Smoke and heat circles appear to be rising off the fire. To the king's left stands a peasant woman, presumably Gillian the Shepherd's wife. She wears a low cap, a plain dress with simple collar, and an apron. From her left arm, held bent by her side, appear to swing a small pouch and several keys on a string. Her right arm is raised above her head and in her right hand she holds a staff which she is about to swing down on top of the king's head.: 67 x 76 Woodblock 3: above the first column, below title, to the left of second column: The same figure of the king is walking in the fields with sheep and goats. His staff has fallen to the ground. His body faces forward but his feet are planted as if he were walking. He holds his arms bent and his hands up at waist level as if protecting himself (possibly from charging sheep?). Immediately behind the king is a large rock, and in the background are several sheep, goats, or possibly rams. The goats have horns, and one sheep and one goat in particular seem to be about to charge the king. : 70 x 76 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: 76 1: 77 The Shepheard and the King, and of Gillian the Shepheards VVife, with Her/ Churlish answers: being full of mirth and merry pastime. The Shepheard and the King, and of Gillian the Shepheards VVife, with Her Churlish answers: being full of mirth and merry pastime. The Shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the Shepherd's VVife, With Her Churlish Answers: Being Full of Mirth and Merry Pastime. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 290 x 205 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 294 x 145 cropped bottom edge, torn top right and bottom left corners, creased, damaged surface, uneven inking cropped right edge, torn bottom right corner, creased, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1635 [imprint cropped?] Weinstein: STC Weinstein notes that the imprint appears to be cropped, hence no regularized publisher/printer.

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AN Older time there was fo yore, when gybes of Churlish glee, Were us'd amongst our countrey Carles, though no such thing now be. The which King Alfred liking well, forsooke his stately Court: And in disguise unknowne went forth, to see that Joviall sport. Now Dick and Tom, in clowted shoone, and coats of russet Gray, Esteem'd themselves more brave then those that went in Golden ray. In Garments fit for such a life, our good King Alfred went, All rag'd and torne, as from his backe, the Begger his clothes had rent. A Sword and Buckler good and strong to give Jacke sawce a rap: And on his head in stead of a Crowne, he wore a Monmouth Cap; Thus coasting thorow Somerset Shire, neere Newton Court he met A Shepheard swaine, of lusty limbes, that up and downe did jet. He wore a Bonnet of good gray, close button'd to his chin: And at his backe a leather Scrip, with much good meate therein. God speed good Shepheard (quod our King) I come to be thy Guest, To taste of thy good victuall here, and drinke that's of the best. Thy Scrip I know hath cheese good store, What then, (the Shepheard said) Thou seem'st to be some scurvy Theefe, and mak'st me sore afraid. Yet if thou wilt thy dinner winne, thy Sword and buckler take: And if thou canst, into my Scrip therewith an entrance make. I tell thee Roister it hath store of Beefe and Bacon fat, With shives of Barley bread to make thy chops to water at. Here stands my Bottle, here my Bag, if thou canst win them, Roister. Against thy Sword and Buckler here my sheep hooke is my waster.
Benedicite now (quoth our King) it never shall be said, That Alfred of thy Shepheards hooke, will stand a whit afraid. So roundly thus they both fell too't, where giving bang for bang: At every blow the Shepheard gave, King Alfreds Sword cride twang. His Buckler proov'd his chiefest fence, for still the Shepheards hooke Was that, the which good Alfred could in no good manner brooke. At last when they had sought foure houres, and it grew just mid-day, And wearyed both, with right good will, desired each other stay. Kings truce I cry, quoth Alfred then, good Shepheard hold thy hand: A sturdier fellow then thy selfe, lives not within this Land: Nor a Rustier Roister then thou art, the churlish Shepheard said: To tell thee plaine, thy Theevish lookes now make my heart afraid. Else sure thou art some Prodigall, that hast consum'd thy store: And here com'st wandring to this place, to rob and steale for more. Deeme not of me, then quoth our King, good Shepheard, in such sort: A Gentleman well knowne I am, in good Kings Alfreds Court. The Devill thou art, the Shepheard said, that goest in ragges thus torne: Thou rather seem'st (I thinke) to be some Beggar basely borne: But if thou wilt mend thy estate, and here a Shepheard be: At night to Gillian my old wife, thou shalt goe home with me. For she's as good a toothlesse Dame, as mumbleth on browne Bread: Where thou shalt lye in harden sheetes, upon a fresh Straw bed: Of Whig and Whay, we have great store, and keepe good Peat-straw fires: And now and then good barly cakes, when better day requires.
But for my Master which is chiefe, and Lord of Newton Court: He keepes (I say) us Shepheard Swaines in farre more braver sort: We there have Curds and clouted Creame of red Cowes morning milke: And now and then fine Buttered Cakes as soft as any silke. Of Beefe, and rosted Bacon store, that is most fat and greazie, We have likewise to feed our Chops, to make them glib and easie. Thus if thou wilt my man become, this usage shalt thou have: If not, adue, goe hang thy selfe, and so farewell sir knave. King Alfred hearing of this glee, the churlish Shepheard said, Was well content to be his man, and so the bargaine made: A penny round the Shepheard gave, in earnest of the match: To keepe his sheepe in Field and Fold as Shepheards use to watch. His wages should be full ten Groates, for service of an yeare: Yet was it not his use, olde Lad, to hire a man so deare: For did the King himselfe (quoth he) unto my Cottage come: He should not for his twelve-months pay, receive a greater summe. Hereat the bonny King grew blythe to heare this Clownish test: How silly Sots as Customers, doe descant on the best. But not to spoyle the following sports, he was content (good King) To sit the Shepheards humor right in every kind of thing. A Sheep-hooke then, with Patch his Dog, and Tar box by his side: He with his Master cheeke by jowle, unto old Gillian hyed: Unto whose sight no sooner [co]me, whom have you here (quoth shee) A Fellow (I doubt) to cut [ou]r throats, so like a knave lookes he.
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NOt so, old Dame, quoth Alfred straight, of me you need not feare: My Master hath hired me for ten Groates, to serve you one whole yeare. So good Dame Gillian, grant me leave within your house to stay: For by Saint Anne doe what you can, I will not yet away. Her churlish usage pleas'd him still, but put him to such proofe: That he that night was almost choakt within that smoakie roofe. But as he sate with smiling cheere, the event of all to see: His Dame brought forth a peece of Dowe, which in the fire throwes she. Where lying on the Harth to bake, by chance the Cake did burne: What canst thou not, thou Lowt, quoth she, take paines the same to turne? Thou art more quick to rake it out, and eate it up halfe Dowe: Then thus to stay till't be enough, and so thy manners show. But serve me such another tricke, Ile thwack thee on the snout: Which made the patient King good man, of her to stand in doubt. But to be briefe, to bed they went, the good-man and his Wife: But never such a lodging had King Alfred in his life. For he was layd on white Sheepes wooll, new pull'd from tanned Fells: And ore his head hung spiders webs, as if they had beene Bells: Is this the Country guise, thought he? then here I will not stay: But hence be gone so soone as breakes the peeping of next day. The cackling Geese and Hens kept roost, and pearcht by his bed side: Where at the last the watchfull Cocks made knowne the mornings tide: Then up got Alfred, with his horne, and blew so long a blast, That made Gillian and her Groome, in bed full 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, hee'l cut our throats, he calleth for his Mates, Ide give (olde Will) our good Cade-Lambe he would depart our Gates. But still King Alfred blew his horne, before them more and more: Till that a hundred Lords and Knights alighted at their doore: Which cryed all hayle, all hayle good King, long have we look't your Grace: And here you finde (my merry men all) your Soveraigne in this place. We shall be surely hang'd up both, olde Gillian, I much feare, The Shepheard said, for using thus our good King Alfred heere: A pardon my Liege (quoth Gillian then) for my Husband and for me; By these ten bones I never thought, the same that now I see. And by my hooke the Shepheard said, and Oath both good and true, Before this time, O Noble King, I never your highnesse knew: Then pardon me, and my olde 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 olde Dame, For this thy churlish using me, deserveth not much blame: For tis the Countrey guise, I see, to be thus bluntish still. And where the plainest meaning is, remaines the smallest ill. And Master, so I tell thee now, for thy late manhood showne, A thousand Weathers Ile bestow upon thee for thine owne: With pasture grounds, as much as will suffice to feed them all: And this thy Cottage, I will change into a stately Hall. And for the same (as dutie bindes) the Shepheard said, good King: A milke white Lambe once every Yeere, Ile to your Highnesse bring: And Gillian my old Wife likewise, of wooll to make your Coates: Will give so much at New-yeeres tide, as shall be worth ten Groates. And in your praise, my Bag-pipe shall sound sweetly every yeere: How Alfred our renowned King, most kindly hath beene here. Thankes, Shepheard, thankes, quod he again the next time I come hither, My Lords with me heere in this house, will all be merry together.
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