%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> [A pleasant] new ballad of the mery 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. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1584-1584 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/30/2012 32229

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S1360 1 the French Lauato French Levalto, The the French Levalto Henry our roiall King would goe on hunting, / To the greene forrest most pleasant and faire: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18296 [A pleasant] new ballad of the mery 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. [A pleasant] new ballad of the mery 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. A pleasant new ballad of the merry Miller of Mansfield in Sherwood,and of King Henry the second, and how he was lodged in the Miller's house, and of their pleasant communication. 1584-1584

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HEnry our roiall King would goe on hunting, To the greene forrest most pleasant and faire: [T]o have the Hart chaced, the dainty Does tripping, [U]nto merry Sherwood his nobles repaire. Hauke and hound, was unbound, all things prepard, for the same, to the game with good regard. [A]ll along Summers day, rode the King pleasantly, With all his princes and nobles each one: [C]hasing the Hart and Hind, and the Bucke gallantly, [Ti]ll the darke evening inforst them turne home. then at last riding fast he had lost quite, all his Lords in the woods, late in darke night. Wandring thus wearily, all alone up and downe, With a rude Miller he met at the last: [A]sking the ready way unto faire Nottingham. [Si]r quoth the Miller your way you have lost. yet I thinke, what I thinke truth for to say, you doe not lightly goe but of your way. Why what dost thou thinke of me quoth our king merily [P]assing thy judgement upon me so breefe: [G]ood faith quoth the Miller I meane not to flatter, [I] gesse thee to be but a gentleman theefe. stand thee backe in the darke light not a downe, [l]east that I presently cracke thy knaves crowne. Thou dost abuse me much (quoth our king) saying thus, [I] am a gentleman, lodging I lacke: [T]hou hast quoth the miller not a grote in thy purse, [A]ll thy inheritance hangs on thy backe. I have gold to discharge all that I call, If it be fortie pence I wil pay all. [I]f thou beest a true man then answered the miller, [I] swear by my tole dish ile lodge thee all night, [H]eres my hand quoth our King that I was ever: Nay soft quoth the miller thou mayst be a sprite. better ile know thee ere hands I will shake, with none but with honest men hands I will take. Thus they went al along unto the millers house Where they were seething of Puddings and souse: [T]he miller first entred in, after him went the king: [N]ever came he in so smokie a house. now quoth he let me see, heere 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 tis a good hansome youth, Yet is it best husband to deale warily art thou not run away, pray thee youth tel, shew us thy pasport and al shal be wel. Then our king presently making low curtesie, With his hat in his hand, thus he did say: I have no pasport nor never was serviture, [B]ut a poore courtier rode out of my way. and for your kindnes now proffered to me, I will requite it in every degree. Then to the miller his wife whispered secretly, Saying it seemeth this youths of good kinne: Both by his apparel and eke by his manners, to turne him out certainly were a great sinne. [y]ea quoth he, you may see, he hath some grace, [w]hen he speakes unto his betters in place.
Wel quoth the millers wife, yong man welcome h[ere] And though I say it, wel lodged shalt thou be: Fresh strawe I wil have, laide in your bed so brave Good browne hempen sheets, likewise quoth she. I quoth the goodman and when that is done, you shall lye with no worse then with mine owne [sonne.] Nay first quoth Richard, good fellow tell me true, Hast thou no creepers in thy gay hose, Or art thou not troubled with the scrubado? I pray you quoth our King what things be those? Art thou not lousie, or scabbed quoth he? If thou beest, surely thou lyest not with me. This causde our King sodainely laugh out most ha[rtily] til the teares trickled downe from his face: then unto supper were they set orderly, With hot bagpudding, and good apple pies. Nappy ale good and stale in a blacke boule, which did about all the boorde merily troule. Here quoth the Miller, good fellow I drinke to t[hee,] and to all courtnoles that curteous be, I pledge thee quoth our King, and thanke thee har[tily] For my good welcome in every degree. and here in like manner I drinke to thy son, do so quoth Richard and quicke let it come. Wife quoth the miller now fetch me foorth lightf[oot,] that we of his sweetnes a little may taste: A faire Venson pastie then brought she foorth pres[ently,] Eate quoth the miller, but sir make no waste. Here is good lightfoot, in faith quoth our King, I never eate so daintie a thing. Ywis said Richard no dainty at all it is. For we do eate of it everie daie, In what place said our king maie be bought like t[his,] We never pay pennie for it by my faye: from merie Sherwood we fetch it home here, now and then we make bolde with the Kings de[er.] Then I thinke quoth our King that it is venison, Each foole quoth Richard ful well may see that Never are we without two or three in the ruffe, Very wel fleshed and excelent fat. but pre thee say nothing where ever thou goe, we would not for two pence the King should it k[now.] Doubt not quoth our King my promised secrecie, the King shall never know more ont for me, a cup then of lamps wool they drunke strait unto [him then,] and so to their beds they past presently: the nobles next morning went al up and downe for to seeke out the King in every towne. at last at this millers house some did espy him pl[ain] as he was mounting upon his faire steed: to whom they ran presently falling downe on th[eir knees] Which made the millers heart wofully bleed, shaking and quaking before him he stood, thinking he should have been hangd by the rood The King perceiving him fearful and trembling Drew out his sword, but nothing he sed: The miller down did fall crying before them all Doubting the King would have cut of his head. but he his kinde curtesie strait to requite, gave him great living, and dubbd him a Knigh[t.]