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Jupiter, a god, Mery Reporte, the Vice, The Gentleman, The Marchant, The Ranger (a forest warden / gamekeeper) |
The Water Miller, The Wind Miller, The Gentlewoman, The Launder (a washer woman) The Boy, the lest that can play. |
Jupiter | |
Right far too long as now were to recite | |
The ancient estate wherein our self hath reigned, | |
What honour, what laud given us of very right, | |
What glory we have had duly unfeigned | |
5 | Of each creature which duty hath constrained, |
For above all gods, since our fathers fall | |
We Jupiter were ever principal. | |
If we so have been (as truth it is in deed) | |
Beyond the compass of all comparison, | |
10 | Who could presume to show for any mede |
So that it might appear to human reason | |
The high renown we stand in at this season? | |
For since that Heaven and Earth were first create | |
Stood we never in such triumphant estate | |
15 | As we now do, whereof we will report |
Such part as we see mete for time present | |
Chiefly concerning your perpetual comfort | |
As the thing self shall prove in experiment | |
Which highly shall bind you on knees lowly bent | |
20 | Solely to honour our highness day by day. |
And now to the matter give ear and we shall say. | |
Before our presence in our high parliament, | |
Both gods and goddesses of all degrees | |
Hath late assembled by common assent | |
25 | For the redress of certain enormities |
Bred among them through extremities | |
Abused in each to other of them all, | |
Namely to purpose in these most special: | |
Our foresaid father Saturn, and Phoebus, | |
30 | Aeolus and Phoebe, these four by name, |
Whose natures not only so far contrarious, | |
But also of malice each other to defame, | |
Have long time abused right far out of frame | |
The due course of all their constellations, | |
35 | To the great damage of all Earthly nations, |
Which was debated in place said before. | |
And first as became our father most ancient | |
With beard white as snow, his locks both cold and hoar, | |
Hath entered such matter as served his intent, | |
40 | Lauding his frosty mansion in the firmament |
To air and earth as thing most precious, | |
Purging all humours that are contagious. | |
How be it, he alledgeth that of long time past | |
Little hath prevailed his great diligence, | |
45 | Full oft upon earth his fair frost he hath cast |
All things hurtful to banish out of presence, | |
But Phoebus intending to keep him in silence | |
When he hath laboured all night in his powers | |
His glaring beams marreth [spoils] all in two hours. | |
50 | Phoebus to this made no manner answering |
Whereupon they both then Phoebe defied. | |
Each for his part led in her reproving | |
That by her showers superfluous they have tried | |
In all that she may their powers be denied. | |
55 | Whereunto Phoebe made answer no more |
Than Phoebus to Saturn had made before. | |
Anon upon Aeolus all these did fle (fly) | |
Complaining their causes each one a-row, | |
And said, to compare none was so evil as he, | |
60 | For when he is disposed his blasts to blow |
He suffereth neither sunshine, rain, nor snow. | |
They each against other, and he against all three, | |
Thus can these four in no manner agree; | |
Which seen in themself, and further considering | |
65 | The same to redress, was cause of their assembly. |
And also that we, evermore being, | |
Beside our puissant power of deity, | |
Of wisdom and nature so noble and so free, | |
From all extremities the mean dividing, | |
70 | To peace and plenty each thing attempering, |
They have in conclusion wholly surrendered | |
Into our hands as much as concerning | |
All manner weathers by them engendered | |
The full of their powers for term everlasting, | |
75 | To set such order as standeth with our pleasing, |
Which thing, as of our part, no part required | |
But of all their parties right humbly desired | |
To take upon us whereto we did assent. | |
And so in all things with one voice agreeable | |
80 | We have clearly finished our foresaid parliament, |
To your great wealth which shall be firm and stable, | |
And to our honour far inestimable. | |
For since their powers, as ours, added to our own | |
Who can we say know us as we should be known? | |
85 | But now, for fine, the rest of our intent |
Wherefore, as now, we hither are descended, | |
Is only to satisfy and content | |
All manner people which have been offended | |
By any weather meet to be amended. | |
90 | Upon whose complaints, declaring their grief, |
We shall shape remedy for their relief. | |
And to give knowledge for their hither resort, | |
We would this afore proclaimed to be | |
To all our people by some one of this sort | |
95 | Whom we list to choose here amongst all ye. |
Wherefore each man avaunce and we shall see | |
Which of you is most meet to be our cryer. | |
Here enters Merry Report. | |
Merry Report | |
[To a torch-bearer] Brother, hold up your torch a little higher! | |
Now I beseech you my lord, look on me first. | |
100 | I trust your lordship shall not find me the worst. |
Jupiter | |
Why, what art thou that approachest so nigh? | |
Merry Report | |
Forsooth, and please your lordship it is I. | |
Jupiter | |
All that we know very well, but what I? | |
Merry Report | |
What I? Some say I am I perse I. | |
105 | But, what manner I so ever be I, |
I assure your good lordship, I am I. | |
Jupiter | |
What manner man art thou, show quickly. | |
Merry Report | |
By god, a poor gentleman dwelleth here by. | |
Jupiter | |
A gentleman? Thy self bringeth witness nay, | |
110 | Both in thy light behaviour and array! |
But what art thou called where thou dost resort? | |
Merry Report | |
Forsooth, my lord, master Merry Report. | |
Jupiter | |
Thou arte no mete man in our business | |
For thine appearance is of too much lightness. | |
Merry Report | |
115 | Why, can not your lordship like my manner, |
Mine apparel, nor my name nuther? | |
Jupiter | |
To nuther of all we have devotion. | |
Merry Report | |
A proper likelihood of promotion! | |
Well than, as wise as ye seem to be, | |
120 | Yet can ye see no wisdom in me. |
But, since ye dispraise me for so light an elf, | |
I pray you give me leave to praise my self. | |
And for the first part I will begin | |
In my behaviour at my coming in, | |
125 | Wherein I think I have little offended, |
For sure my courtesy could not be amended. | |
And, as for my suit, your servant to be | |
Might ill have been missed, for your honesty; | |
For as I be saved, if I shall not lie, | |
130 | I saw no man sue for the office but I. |
Wherefore, if ye take me not or I go | |
Ye must anon, whether ye will or no. | |
And since your intent is but for the weathers | |
What skills our apparel to be frise or feathers? | |
135 | I think it wisdom since no man forbad it |
With this to spare a better, if I had it. | |
And for my name, reporting always truly | |
What hurt to report a sad matter merely? | |
As by occasion, for the same intent | |
140 | To a certain widow this day was I sent |
Whose husband departed without her witting | |
(A special good lover and she his own sweeting) | |
To whom at my coming I cast such a figure, | |
Mingling the mater according to my nature, | |
145 | That when we departed above all other things |
She thanked me heartily for my merry tidings. | |
And if I had not handled it merrily, | |
Perchance she might have taken it heavily. | |
But in such fashion I conjured and bound her | |
150 | That I left her merrier then I found her. |
What man may compare to show the like comfort | |
That daily is showed by me, Merry Report? | |
And for your purpose at this time meant: | |
For all weathers I am so indifferent, | |
155 | Without affection, standing so up right: |
Sunlight, moonlight, starlight, twilight, torch light, | |
Cold, heat, moist, dry, hail, rain, frost, snow, lightning, thunder, | |
Cloudy, misty, windy, fair, foul, above head or under, | |
Temperate or distemperate: what ever it be, | |
160 | I promise your lordship all is one to me. |
Jupiter | |
Well, son, considering thine indifferency, | |
And partly the rest of thy declaration, | |
We make thee our servant, and immediately | |
We will thou depart and cause proclamation, | |
165 | Publishing our pleasure to every nation |
Which thing once done, with all diligence | |
Make thy return again to this presence. | |
Here to receive all suitors of each degree | |
And such as to thee may seem most meetly | |
170 | We will thou bring them before our majesty |
And for the rest, that be not so worthy; | |
Make thou report to us effectually | |
So that we may hear each manner suit at large. | |
Thus see thou depart, and look upon thy charge. | |
Merry Report | |
175 | Now, good my lord god, Our Lady be with ye! |
Friends, a fellowship, let me go by ye! | |
Think ye I may stand thrusting among you there? | |
Nay by God, I must thrust about other gear. | |
Merry Report goes out. At the end of this stanza the god hath a song played in his throne or Merry Report come in. | |
Jupiter | |
Now, since we have thus far set forth our purpose, | |
180 | A while we will withdraw our godly presence |
To enbold all such more plainly to disclose | |
As here will attend in our foresaid pretence. | |
And now, according to your obedience, | |
Rejoice ye in us with joy most joyfully, | |
185 | And we our self shall joy in our own glory. |
[Jupiter withdraws] Merry Report cometh in. | |
Merry Report | |
Now sirs, take heed, for here cometh god's servant. | |
Avaunt, carterly caitiffs, avaunt! | |
Why, ye drunken whoresons, will it not be? | |
By your faith, have ye neither cap nor knee? | |
190 | Not one of you that will make curtsy |
To me that am squire for god’s precious body! | |
Regard ye nothing mine authority? | |
No ‘welcome home’, nor ‘where have ye been?’? | |
How be it, if ye axed, I could not well tell, | |
195 | But sure I think a thousand mile from Hell. |
And on my faith, I think, in my conscience, | |
I have been from Heaven as far as Heaven is hence, | |
At Louyn, at London and in Lombardy, | |
At Baldock, at Barfolde, and in Barbury, | |
200 | At Canterbury, at Coventry, at Colchester, |
At Wansworth and Welbeck, at Westchester, | |
At Fulham, at Faleborne, and at Fenlow, | |
At Wallingford, at Wakefield, and at Waltamstow, | |
At Taunton, at Tiptree, and at Totnam, | |
205 | At Gloucester, at Guilford, and at Gotham, |
At Hertford, at Harwich, at Harrow on the Hill, | |
At Sudbury, Southampton, at Shooters Hill, | |
At Walsingham, at Witham, and at Warwick, | |
At Boston, at Brystow, and at Berwick, | |
210 | At Gravelyn, at Gravesend, and at Glastonbury, |
Ynge Gyngiang Jayberd, the paryshe of Butsbery. | |
The Devil himself without more leisure | |
Could not have gone half thus much I am sure. | |
But now I have warned them, let them even choose, | |
215 | For in faith I care not who win or lose. |
Here the Gentleman, before he comes in, blows his horn. | |
Merry Report | |
Now by my troth, this was a goodly hearing! | |
I went it had been the gentlewomen’s blowing, | |
But it is not so as I now suppose, | |
For women’s horns sound more in a man's nose. | |
Gentleman | |
220 | Stand ye merry, my friends, everyone! |
Merry Report | |
Say that to me and let the rest alone. | |
Sir, ye be welcome, and all your menny. | |
Gentleman | |
Now in good sooth, my friend, God a mercy! | |
And, since that I meet thee here thus by chance, | |
225 | I shall require thee of further acquaintance. |
And briefly to show thee this is the matter: | |
I come to sew to the great god Jupiter | |
For help of things concerning my recreation, | |
According to his late proclamation. | |
Merry Report | |
230 | Mary, and I am he that this must speed. |
But first tell me, what be ye indeed? | |
Gentleman | |
Forsooth, good friend, I am a gentleman. | |
Merry Report | |
A goodly occupation, by Saint Anne! | |
On my faith, your mastership hath a merry life. | |
235 | But who maketh all these horns, your self or your wife? |
Nay, even in earnest I ask you this question. | |
Gentleman | |
Now, by my troth, thou art a merry one! | |
Merry Report | |
In faith, of us both I think never one sad, | |
For I am not so merry but ye seem as mad. | |
240 | But stand ye still and take a little pain, |
I will come to you by and by again. | |
[To Jupiter] Now, gracious god, if your will so be. | |
I pray ye let me speak a word with ye. | |
Jupiter | |
My son, say on; let us hear thy mind. | |
Merry Report | |
245 | My lord, there standeth a suitor even here behind, |
A gentleman in yonder corner, | |
And, as I think, his name is Master Horner. | |
A hunter he is, and cometh to make you sport, | |
He would hunt a sow or twain out of this sort! | |
Here he points to the women. | |
Jupiter | |
250 | What so ever his mind be, let him appear. |
Merry Report | |
Now, good master Horner, I pray you come near. | |
Gentleman | |
I am no horner, knave, I will thou know it. | |
Merry Report | |
I thought ye had, for when ye did blow it, | |
Heard I never whoreson make horn so go. | |
255 | As lief ye kissed mine arse as blow my hole so. |
Come on your way before the god Jupiter, | |
And there for your self ye shall be suitor. | |
Gentleman | |
Most mighty prince and god of every nation, | |
Pleaseth your highness to vouchsafe the hearing | |
260 | Of me, which, according to [y]our proclamation, |
Doth make appearance in way of beseeching; | |
Not sole for my self, but generally | |
For all come of noble and ancient stock; | |
Which sort above all doth most thankfully | |
265 | Daily take pain for wealth of the common flock, |
With diligent study always devising | |
To keep them in order and unity, | |
In peace to labour the increase of their living | |
Whereby each man may prosper in plenty. | |
270 | Wherefore, good god, this is our whole desiring: |
That for ease of our pains at times vacant | |
In our recreation; which chiefly is hunting, | |
It may please you to send us weather pleasant: | |
Dry and not misty, the wind calm and still, | |
275 | That after our hounds’ yourning so merrily |
Chasing the deer over dale and hill | |
In hearing we may follow and comfort the cry. | |
Jupiter | |
Right well we do perceive your whole request, | |
Which shall not fail to rest in memory. | |
280 | Wherefore we will ye set your self at rest |
Till we have heard each man indifferently, | |
And we shall take such order universally | |
As best may stand to our honour infinite | |
For wealth in common and each man’s singular profit. | |
Gentleman | |
285 | In Heaven and Earth honoured be the name |
Of Jupiter, whom of his godly goodness | |
Hath set this mater in so goodly frame | |
That every wight shall have his desire, doubtless. | |
And first for us nobles and gentlemen, | |
290 | I doubt not, in his wisdom to provide |
Such weather as in our hunting, now and then, | |
We may both teyse and receive on every side. | |
Which thing, once had, for our said recreation, | |
Shall greatly prevail you in preferring our health, | |
295 | For what thing more needful then our preservation, |
Being the weal and heads of all common wealth? | |
Merry Report | |
Now I beseech your mastership, whose head be you? | |
Gentleman | |
Whose head am I? Thy head! What sayest thou now? | |
Merry Report | |
Nay, I think it very true, so God me help, | |
300 | For I have ever been, of a little whelp, |
So full of fancies and in so many fits, | |
So many small reasons and in so many wits, | |
That, even as I stand, I pray God I be dead, | |
If ever I thought them all mete for one head. | |
305 | But, since I have one head more then I knew, |
Blame not my rejoicing; I love all things new. | |
And sure it is a treasure of heads to have store! | |
One feat can I now that I never could before. | |
Gentleman | |
What is that? | |
Merry Report | |
By god, since ye came hither | |
310 | I can set my head and my tail together. |
This head shall save money, by saint Mary, | |
From henceforth I will no apothecary, | |
For at all times when such things shall myster, | |
My new head shall give mine old tail a glyster. | |
315 | And, after all this, then shall my head wait |
Upon my tail and there stand at receipt. | |
Sir, for the rest I will not now move you, | |
But if we live ye shall smell how I love yow. | |
And, sir, touching your suit here: depart when it please you, | |
320 | For be ye sure, as I can, I will ease you. |
Gentleman | |
Then give me thy hand, that promise I take. | |
And if for my sake any suit thou do make, | |
I promise thy pain to be requited | |
More largely then now shall be recited. [Exit.] | |
Merry Report | |
325 | Alas, my neck! God’s pity, where is my head? |
By Saint Ive, I fear me I shall be dead! | |
And if I were, me think it were no wonder, | |
Since my head and my body is so far asunder! | |
Enter the Merchant. |
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Master Parson, now welcome, by my life! | |
330 | I pray you, how doth my mistress, your wife? |
Merchant | |
Sir, for the priesthood and wife that ye allege, | |
I see ye speak more of dotage then knowledge. | |
But let pas, sir, I would to you be suitor | |
To bring me, if ye can, before Jupiter. | |
Merry Report | |
335 | Yes, marry can I, and will do it indeed. |
Tarry and I shall make way for your speed. | |
[To Jupiter] In faith, good lord, if it please your gracious godship, | |
I must have a word or twain with your lordship. | |
Sir, yonder is another man in place | |
340 | Who maketh great suit to speak with Your Grace. |
Your pleasure once known, he commeth by and by. | |
Jupiter | |
Bring him before our presence son, hardily. | |
Merry Report | |
[To Merchant] Why, where be you? Shall I not find ye? | |
Come away, I pray God the Devil blind ye! | |
Merchant | |
345 | [To Jupiter] Most mighty prince and lord of lords all, |
Right humbly beseecheth Your Majesty | |
Your merchant men through the world all, | |
That it may please you of your benignity, | |
In the daily danger of our goods and life, | |
350 | First to consider the desert of our request |
(What wealth we bring the rest to our great care and strife) | |
And then to reward us as ye shall think best. | |
What were the surplusage of each commodity | |
Which groweth and increaseth in every land, | |
355 | Except exchange by such men as we be |
By way of enterprise that lieth on our hand? | |
We fraught from home things whereof there is plenty, | |
And home we bring such things as there be scant. | |
Who should afore us merchants accompted be? | |
360 | For were not we, the world should wish and want |
In many things, which now shall lack rehearsal. | |
And briefly to conclude, we beseech your highness | |
That of the benefit proclaimed in general | |
We may be partakers, for common increase, | |
365 | Stablishing weather thus, pleasing Your Grace: |
Nor Stormy nor misty, the wind measurable, | |
That safely we may pass from place to place | |
Bearing our sails for speed most vailable | |
And also the wind to change and to turn: | |
370 | East, west, north, and south, as best may be set, |
In any one place not too long to sojourn, | |
For the length of our voyage may less our market. | |
Jupiter | |
Right well have ye said, and we accept it so, | |
And so shall we reward you ere we go hence. | |
375 | But ye must take patience till we have heard more |
That we may indifferently give sentence. | |
There may pass by us no spot of negligence. | |
But justly to judge each thing so upright | |
That each mans part may shine in the self right. | |
Merry Report | |
380 | Now sir, by your faith, if ye should be sworn |
Heard ye ever god speak so, since ye were born? | |
So wisely, so gently his words be showed. | |
Merchant | |
I thanked His Grace, my suit is well bestowed. | |
Merry Report | |
Sir, what voyage intend ye next to go? | |
Merchant | |
385 | I trust or mid-Lent to be to Syo. |
Merry Report | |
Ha, ha, is it your mind to sail at Syo? | |
Nay then, when ye will, by your Lady ye may go, | |
And let me alone with this. Be of good cheer; | |
Ye may trust me at Syo as well as here; | |
390 | For, though ye were from me a thousand mile space, |
I would do as much as ye were here in place. | |
For, since that from hence it is so far thither, | |
I care not though ye never come again hither. | |
Merchant | |
Sir, if ye remember me when time shall come, | |
395 | Though I requite not all, I shall deserve some. |
Exeat Merchant. | |
Merry Report | |
Now fare ye well, and God thank you, by Saint Anne! | |
[To the audience] I pray you mark the fashion of this honest man: | |
He putteth me in more trust at this meeting here, | |
Then he shall find cause why, this twenty year. | |
Here enters the Ranger. | |
Ranger | |
400 | God be here, Now Christ keep this company. |
Mary Report | |
In faith, ye be welcome even very scantly. | |
Sir, for your coming, what is the matter? | |
Ranger | |
I would fain speak with the god Jupiter. | |
Merry Report | |
That will not be, but ye may do this: | |
405 | Tell me your mind, I am an officer of his. |
Ranger | |
Be ye so? Mary, I cry you mercy! | |
Your mastership may say I am homely. | |
But, since your mind is to have reported | |
The cause wherefore I am now resorted, | |
410 | Pleaseth it your mastership it is so: |
I come for my self and such other more, | |
Rangers and keepers of certain places, | |
As forests, parks, purlieus, and chases, | |
Where we be charged with all manner game. | |
415 | Small is our profit, and great is our blame. |
Alas for our wages, what be we the near? | |
What is forty shillings or five mark a year? | |
Many times and oft, where we be flitting, | |
We spend forty pence a piece at a sitting. | |
420 | Now for our vantage which chiefly is windfall, |
That is right nought; there bloweth no wind at all, | |
Which is the thing wherein we find most grief, | |
And cause of my coming to sue for relief, | |
That the god, of pity, all this thing knowing, | |
425 | May send us good rage of blustring and blowing. |
And, if I can not get god to do some good, | |
I would hire the Devil to run through the wood, | |
The roots to turn up, the tops to bring under. | |
A mischief upon them, and a wild thunder! | |
Merry Report | |
430 | Very well said! I set by your charity |
As much in a manner as by your honesty. | |
I shall set you somewhat in ease anon. | |
Ye shall put on your cap when I am gone, | |
For I see ye care not who win or loose | |
435 | So ye may find means to win your fees. |
Ranger | |
Sir, as in that ye speak as it please ye, | |
But let me speak with the god if it may be. | |
I pray you let me pass ye. | |
Merry Report | |
Why, nay sir, by the masse, ye! | |
Ranger | |
440 | Then will I leave you even as I found ye. |
Merry Report | |
Go when ye will, no man here hath bound ye. | |
Here enters the Water Miller, and the Ranger goes out. | |
Water Miller | |
What the Devil should skill though all the world were dumb, | |
Since in all our speaking we never be heard. | |
We cry out for rain, the Devil sped drop will cum. | |
445 | We water millers be nothing in regard. |
No water have we to grind at any stint. | |
The wind is so strong the rain can not fall, | |
Which keepeth our milldams as dry as a flint. | |
We are undone, we grind nothing at all. | |
450 | The greater is the pity, as thinketh me, |
For what availeth to each man his corn, | |
Till it be ground by such men as we be? | |
Theirs is the loss if we be forborne. | |
For, touching our selves, we are but drudges | |
455 | And very beggars, save only our toll, |
Which is right small, and yet many grudges | |
For grist of a bushel to give a quart bowl. | |
Yet, were not reparations, we might do well: | |
Our millstones, our wheel with her cogs, and our trundle, | |
460 | Our floodgate, our mill-pool, our water wheel, |
Our hopper, our extre, our iron spindle. | |
In this and much more so great is our charge, | |
That we would not reck though no water were, | |
Save only it toucheth each man so large, | |
465 | And each for our neighbour Christ biddeth us care. |
Wherefore my conscience hath pricked me hither, | |
In this to sue, according to the cry, | |
For plenty of rain to the god Jupiter, | |
To whose presence I will go even boldly. | |
Merry Report | |
470 | Sir, I doubt nothing your audacity, |
But I fear me ye lack capacity, | |
For, if ye were wise, ye might well espy | |
How rudely ye err from rules of courtesy. | |
What, ye come in revelling and rioting, | |
475 | Even as a knave might go to a bear baiting! |
Water Miller | |
[To the audience] All you bear record what favour I have. | |
Hark how familiarly he calleth me knave. | |
Doubtless the gentleman is universal, | |
But mark this lesson, sir, you should never call | |
480 | Your fellow knave nor your brother whoreson, |
For nought can ye get by it when ye have done. | |
Merry Report | |
Thou art nuther brother nor fellow to me, | |
For I am god's servant: mayst thou not see? | |
Would ye presume to speak with the great god? | |
485 | Nay, discretion and you be to far odd. |
Byr Lady, these knaves must be tied shorter. | |
Sir, who let you in, spake ye with the porter? | |
Water Miller | |
Nay, by my troth, nor with no nuther man, | |
Yet I saw you well when I first began. | |
490 | How be it, so help me God and holydam, |
I took you but for a knave as I am. | |
But marry, now, since I know what ye be, | |
I must and will obey your authority, | |
And if I may not speak with Jupiter | |
495 | I beseech you be my solicitor. |
Merry Report | |
As in that I will be your well willer. | |
I perceive you be a water miller, | |
And your whole desire, as I take the mater, | |
Is plenty of rain for increase of water, | |
500 | The let whereof, ye affirm determinately |
Is only the wind, your mortal enemy. | |
Water Miller. | |
Troth it is, for it bloweth so aloft | |
We never have rain, or at the most not oft. | |
Wherefore I pray you, put the god in mind, | |
505 | Clearly for ever to banish the wind. |
Enters the Wind Miller | |
Wind Miller | |
How? Is all the weather gone or I come? | |
For the Passion of God, help me to some! | |
I am a wind miller as many mo be; | |
No wretch in wretchedness so wretched as we! | |
510 | The whole sort of my craft be all marred at once, |
The wind is so weak it stirreth not our stones, | |
Nor scantly can shatter the shitten sail | |
That hangeth shattering at a woman’s tail. | |
The rain never resteth, so long be the showers | |
515 | From time of beginning till four and twenty hours, |
And end when it shall, at night or at noon, | |
An other beginneth as soon as that is done | |
Such revel of rain ye know well enough | |
Destroyeth the wind, be it never so rough; | |
520 | Whereby, since our mills be come to still standing, |
Now may we wind millers go even to hanging. | |
A miller? With a murain and a mischief! | |
Who would be a miller? As good be a thief! | |
Yet in time past when grinding was plenty | |
525 | Who were so like God's fellows as we? |
As fast as God made corn, we millers made meal. | |
Which might be best forborne for common weal? | |
But let that gear pass! For I fear our pride | |
Is cause of the care which God doth us provide, | |
530 | Wherefore I submit me, intending to see |
What comfort may come by humility. | |
And now, at this time, they said in the cry | |
The god is come down to shape remedy. | |
Merry Report | |
No doubt he is here even in yonder throne. | |
535 | But in your matter he trusteth me alone, |
Wherein I do perceive by your complaint | |
Oppression of rain doth make the wind so faint | |
That ye wind millers be clean cast away. | |
Wind Miller | |
If Jupiter help not, it is as ye say. | |
540 | But in few words to tell you my mind round, |
Upon this condition I would be bound | |
Day by day to say Our Lady’s Psalter: | |
That in this world were no drop of water | |
Nor never rain, but wind continual, | |
545 | Then should we wind millers be lords over all. |
Merry Report | |
Come on and assay how you twain can agree; | |
A brother of yours, a miller as ye be. | |
Water Miller | |
By mean of our craft we may be brothers, | |
But whiles we live shall we never be lovers. | |
550 | We be of one craft but not of one kind: |
I live by water and he by the wind. | |
Here Merry Report goth out. |
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And, sir, as ye desire wind continual, | |
So would I have rain ever more to fall, | |
Which two in experience right well ye see | |
555 | Right seldom or never together can be. |
For as long as the wind ruleth, it is plain, | |
Twenty to one ye get no drop of rain; | |
And when the element is too far oppressed, | |
Down commeth the rain and setteth the wind at rest. | |
560 | By this ye see we can not both obtain, |
For ye must lack wind or I must lack rain. | |
Wherefore I think good, before this audience, | |
Each for our self to say or we go hence. | |
And whom is thought weakest when we have finished, | |
565 | Leave off his suit and content to be banished. |
Wind Miller | |
In faith, agreed. But then, by your license, | |
Our mills for a time shall hang in suspense. | |
Since water and wind is chiefly our suit | |
Which best may be spared we will first dispute. | |
570 | Wherefore to the sea my reason shall resort |
Where ships by mean of wind try from port to port, | |
From land to land, in distance many a mile. | |
Great is the passage and small is the while. | |
So great is the profit, as to me doth seem, | |
575 | That no mans wisdom the wealth can esteem. |
And since the wind is conveyer of all, | |
Who but the wind should have thank above all? | |
Water Miller | |
Admit in this place a tree here to grow | |
And thereat the wind in great rage to blow; | |
580 | When it hath all blowen, this is a clear case, |
The tree removeth no hair breadth from his place. | |
No more would the ships, blow the best it could, | |
Although it would blow down both mast and shroud. | |
Except the ship fleet (was floating) upon the water, | |
585 | The wind can right nought do: a plain matter. |
Yet may ye on water, without any wind, | |
Row forth your vessel where men will have her send. | |
Nothing more rejoiceth the mariner | |
Than mean cools of wind and plenty of water, | |
590 | For commonly the cause of every wrack |
Is excess of wind where water doth lack. | |
In rage of these storms the peril is such, | |
That better were no wind then so far to much. | |
Wind Miller | |
Well, if my reason in this may not stand, | |
595 | I will forsake the sea and leap to land. |
In every church where god’s service is, | |
The organs bear brunt of half the choir, iwis. | |
Which causeth the sound: or water or wind? | |
More-over, for wind this thing I find: | |
600 | For the most part, all manner minstrelsy, |
By wind they deliver their sound chiefly. | |
Fill me a bagpipe of your water full: | |
As sweetly shall it sound as it were stuffed with wool! | |
Water Miller | |
On my faith, I think the moon be at the full, | |
605 | For frantic fancies be then most plentiful, |
Which are at the pride of their spring in your head, | |
So far from our matter he is now fled. | |
As for the wind in any instrument, | |
It is no parcel of our argument. | |
610 | We spake of wind that cometh naturally, |
And that is wind forced artificially, | |
Which is not to purpose. But, if it were, | |
And water indeed right nought could do there, | |
Yet I think organs no such commodity | |
615 | Whereby the water should banished be. |
And for your bagpipes, I take them as nyfuls. | |
Your matter is all in fancies and trifles. | |
Wind Miller | |
By God, but ye shall not trifle me off so! | |
If these things serve not, I will rehearse more. | |
620 | And now to mind there is one old proverb come; |
‘One bushel of March dust is worth a king’s ransom.’ | |
What is a hundred thousand bushels worth then? | |
Water Miller | |
Not one mite, for the thing self, to no man. | |
Wind Miller | |
Why, shall wind every where thus be object? | |
625 | Nay, in the high ways he shall take effect, |
Where as the rain doth never good but hurt. | |
For wind maketh but dust, and water maketh dirt. | |
Powder or syrup, sirs, which like/lick ye best? | |
Who liketh not the one may lick up the rest. | |
630 | But, sure, who so ever hath assayed such sips, |
Had lever have dusty eyes then dirty lips. | |
And it is said since afore we were borne, | |
That drought doth never make dearth of corn. | |
And well it is known to the most fool here, | |
635 | How rain hath priced corn within this seven year. |
Water Miller | |
Sir, I pray thee, spare me a little season | |
And I shall briefly conclude thee with reason. | |
Put case on summers day without wind to be, | |
And ragious wind in winter days two or three: | |
640 | Much more shall dry that one calm day in summer |
Then shall those three windy days in winter. | |
Whom shall we thank for this when all is done? | |
The thank to wind? Nay, thank chiefly the sun. | |
And so for drought: if corn thereby increase, | |
645 | The sun doth comfort and ripe all, doubtless. |
And oft the wind so layeth the corn, God wot, | |
That never after can it ripe, but rot. | |
If drought took place as ye say, yet may ye see | |
Little helpeth the wind in this commodity. | |
650 | But now, sir, I deny your principal: |
If drought ever were, it were impossible | |
To have any grain, for, or it can grow | |
Ye must plough your land, harrow, and sow. | |
Which will not be, except ye may have rain | |
655 | To temper the ground, and after again |
For springing and plumping all manner corn. | |
Yet must ye have water or all is forlorn. | |
If ye take water for no commodity | |
Yet must ye take it for thing of necessity; | |
660 | For washing, for scouring, all filth cleansing; |
Where water lacketh, what beastly being! | |
In brewing, in baking, in dressing of meat, | |
If ye lack water what could ye drink or eat? | |
Without water could live neither man nor beast, | |
665 | For water preserveth both most and least. |
Saving as now the time will not serve so. | |
And, as for that wind that you do sue for, | |
Is good for your windmill and for no more. | |
670 | Sir, sith all this in experience is tried, |
I say this matter standeth clear on my side. | |
Wind Miller | |
Well, since this will not serve, I will allege the rest. | |
Sir, for our mills, I say mine is the best. | |
My windmill shall grind more corn in one hour | |
675 | Than thy water mill shall in three or four: |
Yea, more then thine should in a whole year, | |
If thou mightest have as thou hast wished here. | |
For thou desirest to have excess of rain, | |
Which thing to thee were the worst thou couldst obtain, | |
680 | For, if thou diddest, it were a plain induction |
To make thine own desire thine own destruction. | |
For in excess of rain, at any flood | |
Your mills must stand still; they can do no good. | |
And when the wind doth blow the uttermost, | |
685 | Our windmills work amain in every cost. |
For, as we see the wind in his estate, | |
We moder our sails after the same rate. | |
Since our mills grind so far faster than yours, | |
And also they may grind all times and hours, | |
690 | I say we need no water mills at all, |
For windmills be sufficient to serve all. | |
Water Miller | |
Thou speakest of all and considerest not half. | |
In boast of thy grist thou art wise as a calf! | |
For, though above us your mills grind far faster, | |
695 | What help to those from whom ye be much farther? |
And of two sorts, if the one should be conserved, | |
I think it mete the most number be served. | |
In vales and wealds where most commodity is, | |
There is most people: ye must grant me this. | |
700 | On hills and downs, which parts are most barren |
There must be few, it can no more sustain. | |
I dare well say, if it were tried even now, | |
That there is ten of us to one of you. | |
And where would chiefly all necessaries be, | |
705 | But there as people are most in plenty? |
More reason that you come seven mile to mill, | |
Then all we of the vale should climb the hill. | |
If rain came reasonable, as I require it, | |
We should of your windmills have need no whit. | |
Entreth Merry Report. | |
Merry Report | |
710 | Stop, foolish knaves! For your reasoning is such, |
That ye have reasoned even enough and too much. | |
I heard all the words that ye both have had; | |
[To the audience] So help me God, the knaves be more then mad! | |
Nuther of them both that hath wit nor grace, | |
715 | To perceive that both mills may serve in place. |
Between water and wind there is no such let, | |
But each mill may have time to use his fet. | |
Which thing I can tell by experience. | |
For I have, of mine own, not far from hence, | |
720 | In a corner together, a couple of mills |
Standing in a marsh between two hills, | |
Not of inheritance, but by my wife. | |
She is feofed in the tail for terms of her life, | |
The one for wind, the other for water, | |
725 | And of them both, I thank god, there standeth nuther, |
For, in a good hour be it spoken, | |
The water gate is no sooner open | |
But ‘Clap!’, saith the windmill, even straight behind. | |
There is good speed, the Devil and all they grind. | |
730 | But whether that the hopper be dusty, |
Or that the millstones be somewhat rusty, | |
By the mass, the meal is mischievous musty! | |
And if ye think my tale be not trusty, | |
I make ye true promise; come when ye list, | |
735 | We shall find mean ye shall taste of the grist! |
Water Miller | |
The corn at receipt, haply, is not good. | |
Merry Report | |
There can be no sweeter, by the sweet Rood. | |
Another thing yet, which shall not be cloaked, | |
My water mill many times is choked. | |
Water Miller | |
740 | So will she be, though ye should burst your bones, |
Except ye be perfect in setting your stones. | |
Fear not the ledger, beware your runner. | |
Yet this for the ledger or he have won her: | |
Perchance your ledger doth lack good pecking. | |
Merry Report | |
745 | So saith my wife, and that maketh all our checking. |
She would have the mill pecked, pecked, pecked every day, | |
But, by God, millers must peck when they may. | |
So oft have we pecked that our stones wax right thin, | |
And all our other gear not worth a pin. | |
750 | For with pecking and pecking I have so wrought, |
That I have pecked a good pecking iron to nought. | |
How be it if I stick no better till her, | |
My wife saith she will have a new miller. | |
But let this pass, and now to our matter. | |
755 | I say my mills lack nuther wind nor water; |
No more do yours as far as need doth require. | |
But, since ye can not agree, I will desire | |
Jupiter to set you both in such rest | |
As to your wealth and his honour may stand best. | |
Water Miller | |
760 | I pray you heartily, remember me. |
Wind Miller | |
Let not me be forgotten, I beseech ye. | |
Both millers go forth. | |
Merry Report | |
If I remember you not both alike, | |
I would ye were over the ears in the dyke! | |
Now be we rid of two knaves at once chance. | |
765 | By Saint Thomas, it is a knavish riddance. |
The Gentlewoman enters. | |
Gentlewoman | |
Now good God, what folly is this! | |
What should I do where so much people is? | |
I know not how to pass in to the god now. | |
Merry Report | |
No, but ye know how he may pass into you! | |
Gentlewoman | |
770 | I pray you, let me in at the back side. |
Merry Report | |
Yea, shall I so, and your foreside so wide? | |
Nay, not yet! But since ye love to be alone, | |
We twain will into a corner anon. | |
But first, I pray you, come your way hither | |
775 | And let us twain chat a while together. |
Gentlewoman | |
Sir, as to you, I have little matter. | |
My coming is to speak with Jupiter. | |
Merry Report | |
Stand ye still a while, and I will go prove | |
Whether that the god will be brought in love. | |
780 | [To Jupiter] My lord, how now, look up lustily; |
Here is a darling come, by saint Antony! | |
And if it be your pleasure to marry, | |
Speak quickly, for she may not tarry. | |
In faith I think ye may win her anon, | |
785 | For she would speak with your lordship alone. |
Jupiter | |
Son, that is not the thing at this time meant. | |
If her suit concern no cause of our hither resort, | |
Send her out of place; but if she be bent | |
To that purpose, hear her and make us report. | |
Merry Report | |
790 | [To the audience] I count women lost, if we love them not well, |
For ye see god loveth them never a deal. | |
Mistress, ye can not speak with the god. | |
Gentlewoman | |
No, why? | |
Merry Report | |
By my faith, for his lordship is right busy | |
With a piece of work that needs must be done. | |
795 | Even now is he making of a new moon: |
He saith your old moons be so far tasted | |
That all the goodness of them is wasted; | |
Which of the great wet hath been most matter, | |
For old moons be leaky, they can hold no water. | |
800 | But for this new moon, I durst lay my gown, |
Except a few drops at her going down, | |
Ye get no rain till her arising, | |
Without it need, and then no mans devising | |
Could wish the fashion of rain to be so good: | |
805 | Not gushing out like gutters of Noah’s flood, |
But small drops sprinkling softly on the ground: | |
Though they fell on a sponge, they would give no sound. | |
This new moon shall make a thing spring more in this while | |
Then a old moon shall while a man may go a mile. | |
810 | By that time the god hath all made an end |
Ye shall se how the weather will amend. | |
By Saint Anne, he goeth to work even boldly! | |
I think him wise enough, for he looketh oldly. | |
Wherefore mistress, be ye now of good cheer, | |
815 | For, though in his presence he can not appear, |
Tell me your mater and let me alone: | |
May hap I will think on you when you be gone. | |
Gentlewoman | |
Forsooth the cause of my coming is this: | |
I am a woman right fair, as ye see, | |
820 | In no creature more beauty then in me is, |
And, since I am fair, fair would I keep me. | |
But the sun in summer so sore doth burn me, | |
In winter the wind on every side me, | |
No part of the year woot I where to turn me, | |
825 | But even in my house am I fain to hide me. |
And so do all other that beauty have, | |
In whose name at this time this suit I make, | |
Beseeching Jupiter to gaunt that I crave, | |
Which is this: that it may please him, for our sake, | |
830 | To send us weather close and temperate, |
No sunshine, no frost, nor no wind to blow. | |
Then would we jet the streets trim as a parrot; | |
Ye should see how we would set our self to show. | |
Merry Report | |
Jet where ye will, I swear by Saint Quentin, | |
835 | Ye pass them all both in your own conceit and mine. |
Gentleman | |
If we had weather to walk at our pleasure, | |
Our lives would be merry out of measure: | |
One part of the day for our apparelling, | |
Another part for eating and drinking, | |
840 | And all the rest in streets to be walking, |
Or in the house to pass time with talking. | |
Merry Report | |
When serve ye God? | |
Gentleman | |
Who boasteth in virtue are but daws. | |
Merry Report | |
Ye do the better, namely since there is no cause. | |
How spends ye the night? | |
Gentleman | |
In dancing and singing | |
845 | Till midnight, and then fall to sleeping. |
Merry Report | |
Why, sweet heart, by your false faith, can ye sing? | |
Gentleman | |
Nay nay, but I love it above all thing. | |
Merry Report | |
Now, by my troth, for the love that I owe you, | |
You shall hear what pleasure I can show you. | |
850 | One song have I for you, such as it is, |
And if it were better, ye should have it, by gys! | |
Gentleman | |
Mary sir, I thank you even heartily. | |
Merry Report | |
Come on, sirs, but now let us sing lustily. | |
Here they sing. | |
Gentleman | |
Sir, this is well done, I heartily thank you. | |
855 | Ye have done me pleasure, I make God a vow. |
Once in a night I long for such a fit, | |
For long time have I been brought up in it. | |
Merry Report | |
Oft time it is seen both in court and town, | |
Long be women a bringing up and soon brought down. | |
860 | So fete it is, so neat it is, so nice it is, |
So trick it is, so quick it is, so wise it is! | |
I fear my self, except I may entreat her, | |
I am so far in love I shall forget her. | |
Now good mistress, I pray you let me kiss ye. | |
Gentleman | |
865 | ‘Kiss me’, quoth a! Why nay, sir, I wys ye! |
Merry Report | |
What, yes, hardily, kiss me once and no more. | |
I never desired to kiss you before. | |
Here the Launder comes in. | |
Launder | |
Why, have ye always kissed her behind? | |
In faith good enough if it be your mind. | |
870 | And if your appetite serve you so to do, |
Byr Lady, I would ye had kissed mine arse too! | |
Merry Report | |
To whom dost thou speak, foul whore, canst thou tell? | |
Launder | |
Nay, by my troth, I sir? Not very well. | |
But by conjecture this guess I have, | |
875 | That I do speak to an old bawdy knave. |
I saw you dally with your simper de cocket; | |
I rede you beware she pick not your pocket. | |
Such idle housewifes do now and than | |
Think all well won that they pick from a man. | |
880 | Yet such of some men shall have more favour |
Then we that for them daily toil and labour. | |
But I trust the god will be so indifferent. | |
That she shall fail some part of her intent. | |
Merry Report | |
No doubt he will deal so graciously | |
885 | That all folk shall be served indifferently. |
How be it, I tell the truth, my office is such | |
That I must report each suit, little or much. | |
Wherefore, with the god since thou canst not speak, | |
Trust me with thy suit, I will not fail it to break. | |
Launder | |
890 | Then lean not too much to yonder giglet, |
For her desire contrary to mine is set. | |
I heard by her tale she would banish the sun, | |
And then were we poor launders all undone. | |
Except the sun shine that our clothes may dry, | |
895 | We can do no right nought in our laundry; |
Another manner loss if we should miss | |
Then of such nicebyceters as she is. | |
Gentleman | |
I think it better that thou envy me | |
Then I should stand at reward of thy pity. | |
900 | It is the guise of such gross queens as thou art |
With such as I am evermore to thwart | |
Because that no beauty ye can obtain | |
Therefore ye have us that be fair in disdain. | |
Launder | |
When I was young as thou art now, | |
905 | I was within little as fair as thou, |
And so might have kept me, if I had would, | |
And as dearly my youth I might have sold | |
As the trickest and fairest of you all. | |
But I feared perils that after might fall, | |
910 | Wherefore some business I did me provide |
Lest vice might enter on every side, | |
Which hath free entry where idleness doth reign. | |
It is not thy beauty that I disdain, | |
But thine idle life that thou hast rehearsed, | |
915 | Which any good woman’s heart would have pierced. |
For I perceive in dancing and singing, | |
In eating and drinking, and thine apparelling, | |
Is all the joy wherein thy heart is set. | |
But nought of all this doth thine own labour get. | |
920 | For haddest thou nothing but of thine own travail, |
Thou mightest go as naked as my nail. | |
Me think thou shouldest abhor such idleness | |
And pass thy time in some honest business. | |
Better to lose some part of thy beauty | |
925 | Then so oft to jeoperd all thine honesty. |
But I think, rather then thou wouldest so do, | |
Thou haddest lever have us live idly to. | |
And so, no doubt, we should, if thou mightest have | |
The clear sun banished, as thou dost crave. | |
930 | Then were we launders marred, and unto thee |
Thine own request were small commodity. | |
For of these twain I think it far better | |
Thy face were sun burned and thy clothes the sweeter, | |
Then that the sun from shining should be smitten | |
935 | To keep thy face fair and thy smock beshitten. |
Sir, how like ye my reason in her case? | |
Merry Report | |
Such a railing whore, by the holy Mass, | |
I never heard in all my life till now! | |
In deed I love right well the one of you, | |
940 | But, or I would keep you both, by God's mother, |
The Devil shall have the one to fet the tother! | |
Launder | |
Promise me to speak that the sun may shine bright, | |
And I will be gone quickly for all night. | |
Merry Report | |
Get you both hence, I pray you heartily. | |
945 | Your suits I perceive and will report them truly |
Unto Jupiter at the next leisure, | |
And, in the same, desire to know his pleasure; | |
Which knowledge had, even as he doth show it, | |
Fear ye not, time enough ye shall know it. | |
Gentleman | |
950 | Sir, if ye meddle, remember me first. |
Launder | |
Then in this meddling my part shall be the worst. | |
Merry Report | |
Now I beseech Our Lord, the Devil the[e] burst! | |
Who meddleth with many, I hold him accurst. | |
Thou whore, can I meddle with you both at once? | |
Here the gentlewoman goes forth. | |
Launder | |
955 | By the Mass, knave, I would I had both thy stones |
In my purse if thou meddle not indifferently, | |
That both our matters in issue may be likely. | |
Merry Report | |
Many words, little matter, and to no purpose, | |
Such is the effect that thou dost disclose. | |
960 | The more ye bib, the more ye babble, |
The more ye babble, the more ye fable, | |
The more ye fable, the more unstable, | |
The more unstable, the more unable, | |
In any manner thing to do any good. | |
965 | No hurt though ye were hanged, by the holy Rood! |
Launder | |
The less your silence, the less your credence, | |
The less your credence, the less your honesty, | |
The less your honesty, the less your assistance, | |
The less your assistance, the less ability | |
970 | In you to do ought. Wherefore, so God me save, |
No hurt in hanging such a railing knave! | |
Merry Report | |
What monster is this? I never heard none such. | |
For look how much more I have made her too much, | |
And so far at least she hath made me too little. | |
975 | Where be ye launder? I think in some spittle. |
Ye shall wash me no gear for fear of fretting. | |
I love no launders that shrink my gear in wetting. | |
I pray thee, go hence and let me be in rest. | |
I will do thine errand as I think best. | |
Launder | |
980 | Now would I take my leave, if I wist how. |
The longer I live the more knave you! [Exit.] | |
Merry Report | |
The longer thou livest, the pity the greater, | |
The sooner thou be rid, the tidings the better! | |
Is not this a sweet office that I have, | |
985 | When every drab shall prove me a knave? |
Every man knoweth not what god’s service is, | |
Nor I my self knew it not before this. | |
I think god's servants may live holily | |
But the Devil’s servants live more merrily. | |
990 | I know not what god giveth in standing fees, |
But the Devil’s servants have casualties | |
A hundred times more then god’s servants have. | |
For, though ye be never so stark a knave, | |
If ye lack money the Devil will do no worse | |
995 | But bring you straight to another mans purse. |
Then will the Devil promote you here in this world | |
As unto such rich it doth most accord. | |
First, ‘pater noster qui es in celis’, | |
And then ye shall cense the sheriff with your heels. | |
1000 | The greatest friend ye have in field or town, |
Standing a tip-toe shall not reach your crown. | |
The Boy comes in, the least that can play. | |
Boy | |
This same is even he by all likelihood. | |
Sir, I pray you, be not you master god? | |
Merry Report | |
No, in good faith, son, but I may say to thee | |
1005 | I am such a man that god may not miss me. |
Wherefore, with the god if thou wouldest have ought done, | |
Tell me thy mind and I shall show it soon. | |
Boy | |
Forsooth, sir, my mind is this, at few words: | |
All my pleasure is in catching of birds, | |
1010 | And making of snow balls and throwing the same, |
For the which purpose to have set in frame, | |
With my godfather god I would fain have spoken, | |
Desiring him to have sent me by some token | |
Where I might have had great frost for my pitfalls, | |
1015 | And plenty of snow to make my snow balls. |
This once had, boys lives be such as no man leads. | |
O, to see my snow balls light on my fellows heads, | |
And to hear the birds how they flicker their wings | |
In the pitfall, I say it passeth all things. | |
1020 | Sir, if ye be god’s servant or his kinsman, |
I pray you help me in this if ye can. | |
Merry Report | |
Alas, poor boy, who sent thee hither? | |
Boy | |
A hundred boys that stood together, | |
Where they heard one say in a cry | |
1025 | That my godfather, God Almighty, |
Was come from Heaven by his own accord, | |
This night to sup here with my lord. | |
And farther he said, come who so will, | |
They shall sure have their bellies full | |
1030 | Of all weathers; who list to crave: |
Each sort such weather list to have. | |
And when my fellows thought this would be had, | |
And saw me so pretty a prattling lad, | |
Upon agreement, with a great noise | |
1035 | ‘Send little Dick!’, cried all the boys, |
By whose assent I am purveyed | |
To sue for the weather aforesaid. | |
Wherein I pray you to be good, as thus, | |
To help that god may give it us. | |
Merry Report | |
1040 | ‘Give boys weather’, quoth a! Nonny nonny! |
Boy | |
If god of his weather will give nonny, | |
I pray you, will he sell any, | |
Or lend us a bushel of snow or twain | |
And point us a day to pay him again? | |
Merry Report | |
1045 | I can not tell, for, by this light, |
I chept nor borrowed none of him this night. | |
But by such shift as I will make, | |
Thou shalt see soon what way he will take. | |
Boy | |
Sir, I thank you. Then I may depart? | |
The Boy goes forth. | |
Merry Report | |
1050 | Yea, farewell, good son, with all my heart. |
Now such another sort as here hath been | |
In all the days of my life, I have not seen. | |
No suitors now but women, knaves, and boys, | |
And all their suits are in fancies and toys. | |
1055 | If that there come no wiser after this cry |
I will to the god and make an end quickly. | |
Oyes, if that any knave here | |
Be willing to appear | |
For weather foul or clear, | |
1060 | Come in before this flock, |
And, be he whole or sickly, | |
Come show his mind quickly, | |
And if his tale be not likely | |
Ye shall lick my tail in the nock. | |
1065 | All this time, I perceive, is spent in waste |
To wait for more suitors, I see none make hast. | |
Wherefore I will show the god all this process, | |
And be delivered of my simple office. | |
[To Jupiter] Now lord, according to your commandment, | |
1070 | Attending suitors I have been diligent. |
And, at beginning as your will was I should, | |
I come now at end to show what each man would. | |
The first suitor before your self did appear, | |
A gentleman desiring weather clear, | |
1075 | Cloudy nor misty nor no wind to blow, |
For hurt in his hunting. And then, as ye know, | |
The merchant sued, for all of that kind, | |
For weather clear and measurable wind, | |
As they may best bear their sails to make speed. | |
1080 | And straight after this there came to me, indeed, |
Another man, who named him self a ranger, | |
And said all of his craft be far brought in danger | |
For lack of living, which chiefly is wind fall. | |
But he plainly saith there bloweth no wind at all, | |
1085 | Wherefore he desireth for increase of their fleeces, |
Extreme rage of wind, trees to tear in pieces. | |
Then came a water miller, and he cried out | |
For water, and said the wind was so stout | |
The rain could not fall, wherefore he made request | |
1090 | For plenty of rain to set the wind at rest. |
And then, sir, there came a windmiller in, | |
Who said for the rain he could no wind win. | |
The water he wish to be banished all, | |
Beseeching Your Grace of wind continual. | |
1095 | Then came there another that would banish all this: |
A goodly dame, an idle thing, iwis. | |
Wind, rain, nor frost, nor sunshine would she have, | |
But fair close weather, her beauty to save. | |
Then came there another that liveth by laundry, | |
1100 | Who must have weather hot and clear, her clothes to dry. |
Then came there a boy for frost and snow continual, | |
Snow to make snowballs, and frost for his pitfall, | |
For which, God wote, he sueth full greedily! | |
Your first man would have weather clear and not windy; | |
1105 | The second the same, save cools to blow meanly; |
The third desired storms and wind most extremely; | |
The fourth all in water, and would have no wind; | |
The fifth no water, but all wind to grind; | |
The sixth would have none of all these, nor no bright sun; | |
1110 | The seventh extremely the hot sun would have won; |
The eighth and the last, for frost and snow he prayed. | |
Byr lady, we shall take shame, I am afraid! | |
Who marketh in what manner this sort is led | |
May think it impossible all to be sped. | |
1115 | This number is small: there lacketh twain of ten, |
And yet, by the Mass, among ten thousand men, | |
No one thing could stand more wide from the tother. | |
Not one of their suits agreed with another. | |
I promise you here is a shrewd piece of work! | |
1120 | This gear will try whether ye be a clerk. |
If ye trust to me, it is a great folly, | |
For it passeth my brains, by God’s body! | |
Jupiter | |
Son, thou hast been diligent and done so well, | |
That thy labour is right much thankworthy. | |
1125 | But be thou sure we need no whit thy counsel, |
For in our self we have foreseen remedy, | |
Which thou shalt see. But first, depart hence quickly | |
To the Gentleman and all other suitors here, | |
And command them all before us to appear. | |
Merry Report | |
1130 | That shall be no longer in doing |
Then I am in coming and going. | |
Merry Report goes out. | |
Jupiter | |
Such debate as from above ye have heard, | |
Such debate beneath among yourselves ye see | |
As long as heads from temperance be deferred, | |
1135 | So long the bodies in distemperance be. |
This perceive ye all, but none can help save we. | |
But as we there have made peace concordantly, | |
So will we here now give you remedy. | |
Merry Report and all the suitors enter. | |
Merry Report | |
If I had caught them | |
1140 | Or ever I raught them, |
I would have taught them | |
To be near me. | |
Full dear have I bought them, | |
Lord, so I sought them, | |
1145 | Yet have I brought them |
Such as they be. | |
Gentleman | |
Pleaseth it Your Majesty, Lord, so it is: | |
We, as your subjects and humble suitors all, | |
According as we hear your pleasure is, | |
1150 | Are pressed to your presence, being principal |
Head and governor of all in every place. | |
Who joyeth not in your sight no joy can have, | |
Wherefore we all commit us to Your Grace | |
As Lord of Lords, us to perish or save. | |
Jupiter | |
1155 | As long as discretion so well doth you guide |
Obediently to use your duty, | |
Doubt ye not we shall your safety provide. | |
Your grieves we have heard, wherefore we sent for ye | |
To receive answer, each man in his degree. | |
1160 | And first to content, most reason it is, |
The first man that sued, wherefore mark ye this: | |
Oft shall ye have the weather clear and still | |
To hunt in, for recompense of your pain. | |
Also you merchants shall have much your will: | |
1165 | For, oft times when no wind on land doth remain, |
Yet on the sea pleasant cools you shall obtain. | |
And since your hunting may rest in the night, | |
Oft shall the wind then rise, and before day light | |
It shall rattle down the wood in such case | |
1170 | That all ye rangers the better live may. |
And ye water millers shall obtain this grace: | |
Many times the rain to fall in the valley, | |
When at the self times on hills we shall purvey | |
Fair weather for your windmills, with such cools of wind | |
1175 | As in one instant both kinds of mills may grind. |
And for ye fair women that close weather would have, | |
We shall provide that ye may sufficiently | |
Have time to walk in, and your beauty save. | |
And yet shall ye have, that liveth by laundry, | |
1180 | The hot sun oft enough your clothes to dry. |
Also ye, pretty child, shall have both frost and snow. | |
Now mark this conclusion, we charge you arow: | |
Much better have we now devised for ye all | |
Then ye all can perceive or could desire. | |
1185 | Each of you sued to have continual |
Such weather as his craft only doth require. | |
All weathers in all places if men all times might hire, | |
Who could live by other? What is this negligence, | |
Us to attempt in such inconvenience? | |
1190 | Now, on the other side, if we had granted |
The full of some one suit and no more, | |
And from all the rest the weather had forbid, | |
Yet who so had obtained had won his own woe. | |
There is no one craft can preserve man so, | |
1195 | But by other crafts, of necessity, |
He must have much part of his commodity. | |
All to serve at once, and one destroy another, | |
Or else to serve one and destroy all the rest: | |
Nuther will we do the one nor the other, | |
1200 | But serve as many or as few as we think best. |
And where, or what time, to serve most or least, | |
The direction of that doubtless shall stand | |
Perpetually in the power of our hand. | |
Wherefore we will the whole world to attend, | |
1205 | Each sort, on such weather as for them doth fall. |
Now one, now other, as liketh us to send. | |
Who that hath it, ply it, and sure we shall | |
So guide the weather in course to you all, | |
That each with other ye shall whole remain | |
1210 | In pleasure and plentiful wealth, certain. |
Gentleman | |
Blessed was the time wherein we were born, | |
First for the blissful chance of your godly presence. | |
Next for our suit! Was there never man before | |
That ever heard so excellent a sentence | |
1215 | As Your Grace hath given to us all arow. |
Wherein your highness hath so bountifully | |
Distributed my part, that Your Grace shall know | |
Your self sole possessed of hearts of all chivalry. | |
Merchant | |
Likewise we merchants shall yield us wholly | |
1220 | Only to laud the name of Jupiter |
As god of all gods, you to serve solely, | |
For of every thing, I see, you are nourisher. | |
Ranger | |
No doubt it is so, for so we now find, | |
Wherein Your Grace us rangers so doth bind | |
1225 | That we shall give you our hearts with one accord, |
For knowledge to know you as our only lord. | |
Water Miller | |
Well, I can no more but, for our water | |
We shall give your lordship Our Lady’s Psalter. | |
Wind Miller | |
Much have ye bound us, for, as I be saved, | |
1230 | We have all obtained better then we craved. |
Gentleman | |
That is true, wherefore Your Grace shall truly | |
The hearts of such as I am have, surely. | |
Launder | |
[To the Gentlewoman] And such as I am (who be as good as you), | |
His highness shall be sure on, I make a vow. | |
Boy | |
1235 | Godfather god, I will do somewhat for you again. |
By Christ, ye may hap to have a bird or twain! | |
And I promise you, if any snow come, | |
When I make my snow balls, ye shall have some. | |
Merry Report | |
God thank Your Lordship. Lo, how this is brought to pass! | |
1240 | Sirs, now shall ye have the weather even as it was. |
Jupiter | |
We need no whit our self any farther to boast, | |
For our deeds declare us apparently. | |
Not only here on Earth in every coast, | |
But also above in the Heavenly company, | |
1245 | Our prudence hath made peace universally. |
Which thing, we say, recordeth us as principal | |
God and governor of Heaven, Earth, and all. | |
Now unto that Heaven we will make return, | |
Where we be glorified most triumphantly. | |
1250 | Also we will all ye that on Earth sojourn, |
Since cause giveth cause, to know us your lord only, | |
And now here to sing most joyfully, | |
Rejoicing in us; and in mean time we shall | |
Ascend into our throne celestial. |
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