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5. The fyfte parte.
How Beed brake the Creampot on a Freers hed, and the Freer brake his felowes hed. And of the hurt & discommodytie that came through Beedes longyng for Furmentie.
When
Beede coulde se no remedy
But that of meare necessytie
The Creame pot must a sundre,
To fynde a place wheare he myght
Worke his purpose out of syght
About then dyd he blunder.
But that of meare necessytie
The Creame pot must a sundre,
To fynde a place wheare he myght
Worke his purpose out of syght
About then dyd he blunder.
In the end he thought without the doore
Was the fyttest place therfore
Sythe nedes he do it must
Intendynge therby subtyle wyt
To throwe the sherdes into some pyt
And hyde the Creame he must.
Was the fyttest place therfore
Sythe nedes he do it must
Intendynge therby subtyle wyt
To throwe the sherdes into some pyt
And hyde the Creame he must.
Why do I staye, he got hym out
To do the thyng he went about
With hast deuoyde of heede
But as it is an olde Ryme
Hast makes wast somtyme
So dyd it then by Beede.
To do the thyng he went about
With hast deuoyde of heede
But as it is an olde Ryme
Hast makes wast somtyme
So dyd it then by Beede.
For as asyde he cast his eye
A darke corner he dyd espye
And thyther hym selfe he got,
Where a sleepe laye two Fryers
Balde almost to the eares
Upon a greene plot.
A darke corner he dyd espye
And thyther hym selfe he got,
Where a sleepe laye two Fryers
Balde almost to the eares
Upon a greene plot.
Which two such maner vties
Had kept aboue their duties
Ouer euen at the Maryage
And were so well entertayned
That ther they were both constrayned
To take vp their harbygage.
Had kept aboue their duties
Ouer euen at the Maryage
And were so well entertayned
That ther they were both constrayned
To take vp their harbygage.
They had sucked such a Iuce
Out of the good ale Cruce
Wherin they founde no dregges
That neyther of them his hed
Coulde cary home to his bed
For lacke of better legges.
Out of the good ale Cruce
Wherin they founde no dregges
That neyther of them his hed
Coulde cary home to his bed
For lacke of better legges.
But there the selye fooles
Laye slepynge in their Cooles
And bare headed was one
Which Beede did nothynge marke
But at a blushe in the darke
Did take it for a stone.
Laye slepynge in their Cooles
And bare headed was one
Which Beede did nothynge marke
But at a blushe in the darke
Did take it for a stone.
Wherupon the pot he strake
So harde that it in peeces brake
Then was he well apayde,
But when he sawe what he had doone
He whypte awaye to bed soone
And nothing therof sayde,
So harde that it in peeces brake
Then was he well apayde,
But when he sawe what he had doone
He whypte awaye to bed soone
And nothing therof sayde,
The Freere awaked with the blowe
And ran vpon his owne felowe
That styll lay fast asleepe.
Saynge knaue, why doest thou so,
I wyll requyte the or I go
Thy hed I aduyse the keepe.
And ran vpon his owne felowe
That styll lay fast asleepe.
Saynge knaue, why doest thou so,
I wyll requyte the or I go
Thy hed I aduyse the keepe.
And with a great pybble stone
He brake his fellowes head anone
Who therwith vp dyd starte
And sayde agayne vnto the other
What doth moue the gentell brother
To playe with me this parte.
He brake his fellowes head anone
Who therwith vp dyd starte
And sayde agayne vnto the other
What doth moue the gentell brother
To playe with me this parte.
A good cuse there is (quoth he)
For that thou hast so serued me
As it no lesse appeares,
Se quoth he then dronken Loute
Howe thou my braynes hast strycken out
Which run about myne eares.
For that thou hast so serued me
As it no lesse appeares,
Se quoth he then dronken Loute
Howe thou my braynes hast strycken out
Which run about myne eares.
The Freeres then to buffets fell
Who had the worse I can not tell
For no man was them by
But he that best of them sped
Was sure of a broken hed
Or elles I hearde a lye.
Who had the worse I can not tell
For no man was them by
But he that best of them sped
Was sure of a broken hed
Or elles I hearde a lye.
On the morowe was there founde
The Creame pot broke on the grounde
A meruell in myne eyes
The Creame was run downe the gutter
The Cooke therby for lacke of Butter
That daye dyd marre the Pyes.
The Creame pot broke on the grounde
A meruell in myne eyes
The Creame was run downe the gutter
The Cooke therby for lacke of Butter
That daye dyd marre the Pyes.
The Ladle clefte a sonder was
And howe all this shulde come to pas
The people mused sore,
The Furmentie was halfe eaten
The mylke Mayde was shrewdly beaten
For lockynge not the doore.
And howe all this shulde come to pas
The people mused sore,
The Furmentie was halfe eaten
The mylke Mayde was shrewdly beaten
For lockynge not the doore.
The olde woman to her payne
In such a bumble broth had layne
That on her heuy hyppes
The skynne alas, was chafed of
As brode I wys I do not scoffe
As yonder yonge mans lyppes.
In such a bumble broth had layne
That on her heuy hyppes
The skynne alas, was chafed of
As brode I wys I do not scoffe
As yonder yonge mans lyppes.
Mawde had vpon her browe
Cawght a Clappe I tolde you howe
Wherby she lost an eye
Men thought her husband Beede
That nyght in bed had done that deede
But there they went a wrye.
Cawght a Clappe I tolde you howe
Wherby she lost an eye
Men thought her husband Beede
That nyght in bed had done that deede
But there they went a wrye.
For besyde many a knocke
Which he of her in her smocke
Had taken lyke a Daster.
He neuer whyle she was his wife
Coulde after lyue a quyet lyfe
For styll she would be mayster.
Which he of her in her smocke
Had taken lyke a Daster.
He neuer whyle she was his wife
Coulde after lyue a quyet lyfe
For styll she would be mayster.
All these fore saide chaunces ill
If Beede in bed had layne styll
Had not so hapte that daye:
But now there was no remedye
For no man coulde for certaintie
The fault to any laye.
If Beede in bed had layne styll
Had not so hapte that daye:
But now there was no remedye
For no man coulde for certaintie
The fault to any laye.
Euery man ther at mused
But Beede fyrst hym selfe excused
Whom no man dyd suspecte:
But when his mylkye sleeue was spyde
Which lyke a foole he coulde not hyde
The matter was detecte.
But Beede fyrst hym selfe excused
Whom no man dyd suspecte:
But when his mylkye sleeue was spyde
Which lyke a foole he coulde not hyde
The matter was detecte.
Home therfore he went in hast
Not taryenge for his breake fast
Nor yet the Bryde to thanke,
His wife tooke more leasure
And went after at her pleasure
A shamed of the prancke.
Not taryenge for his breake fast
Nor yet the Bryde to thanke,
His wife tooke more leasure
And went after at her pleasure
A shamed of the prancke.
Yet lyke an honest woman she
Tooke her leaue, so dyd not he
Of thankes she made no spare,
Desyrynge God to sende them ioye
And then God saue her and saynt Loy
She called for her Mare.
Tooke her leaue, so dyd not he
Of thankes she made no spare,
Desyrynge God to sende them ioye
And then God saue her and saynt Loy
She called for her Mare.
And thus of that Matrymonye
Dyd ende the great Solemnytie
Where to so many fell,
Such hurte and discommodytie
Throughe a poore messe of Furmentie
That all that yet do dwell.
Dyd ende the great Solemnytie
Where to so many fell,
Such hurte and discommodytie
Throughe a poore messe of Furmentie
That all that yet do dwell.
Within the Coast of Cumberlande
That dyd the Processe vnderstande
Wyll speake ye at of that Feaste,
But let them talke and saye their fyll
For I haue sayde all that I will
And therfore here I rest.
That dyd the Processe vnderstande
Wyll speake ye at of that Feaste,
But let them talke and saye their fyll
For I haue sayde all that I will
And therfore here I rest.
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