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A37513	The honour of the gentle craft a discourse of mirth and wit to the renown of those two princes Crispine and Crispianus, and all the true lovers thereof : the last and best part being a most merry and pleasant history not altogether unprofitable, nor any way hurtful : and for the glory of the gentle craft, let all men say that a shoemakers son is a prince born / by T.D. ; with a new merry song in the praise of the gentle craft, and to be sung by them every morning on the 25th day of October.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1660 (1660)	Wing D954A; ESTC R30293	44,173	70

to them that live in sorrow but to none should be better welcome then to me What now quoth Margaret whose Mare is dead Art thou a young Wench fair and comely and doth thou despaire of life and all for love O quoth Gillian what are all the men in the world to me now I have lost my Richard Rise quoth Meg come le ts go drink a quart of Sack to wash down sorrow O quoth G●lli●n I cannot rise if I might have all the World What if your Father or Mother or some of the Kings Gentlemen intreat you would you not rise never prate I would not rise to the best Lord in the Land nor to no man else nay qd Meg I am sure you would If I do say I am an errant quean Nay qd Meg séeing you say so I have done and therefore I le kéep my breath to cool my pottage A matter said Gillian what matter is it swéet Meg tell me no quoth she t is but but a trifle your swéet heart Richard hath sent his man Robin for you and he tells me he hath a token to deliver to you quoth Gill where is he why comes he not up quoth Meg he counts it more then manners to presse into a maidens chamber O stay a little good Meg and I will go along with you and with that on she slipt her Petticote and would not stay the puptting on her stockings or her shooes why how now Gillian quoth Meg have you fogot your self remember you are sick a bed tush 't is no matter for that said Gillian grief hath too tongues to say and unsay and so she ran down the stairs after Margaret who got Robin to go before to the thrée Tuns who when Gillian came she asked him how his Master did and what his errand was to her Soft first let us drink quoth Robin and then let us talk That we cannot pay for shall be set up in chalk You speak merrily quoth Margaret but I wish I could sée the Wine come once that I may drink a hearty draught for sorrow they say is dry and I find it to be true Then drink hard quoth Robin and bid sorrow adue Thus when they had whipt off two or three quarts Gillian began to grow as pleasant as the best and would know of Robin what he had to say to her nothing qd he but to do my Masters commendation to deliver you his token This token qd she what a Willow Garland is this the best reward he can give me for my good will had he no body to flout but me O intollerable injury quoth Gillian did I take pains to rise out of my warm bed for this Well Margaret if you will agrèe we will wear these disdainfull branches on his marriage day to his great disgrace content quoth Meg look what thou wilt allow I will not dislike so paying the shot away they went At length when the marriage day was come and that the bride in the midst of her friends was set down to dinner Margaret and Gillian attired in red petticotes with white linnen sléedes and fine Holland Aprons having their Willow Garlands on their heads entred the Hall singing this song WHen fancy first fram'd our liking in love sing all of green willow And faithfull affection such motion did move for willow willow willow Where pleasure was plenty we chanced to be sing all of c. There were we enthral'd of our liberty and forced to carry the willow Garlard This young man we liked and loved full dear sing all of c. And in our hearts-closet we kept him ful neer sing willow c He was our hearts pleasure and all our delight sing all of c. We judg'd him the sweetest of all men in sight who gives us unkindly the willow Garland No cost we accounted too much for his sake sing all of c. Fine bands fine handkerchers for him we did make sing c. And yet for our good will our travel and pain sing all of c. We have gotten nothing but scorn and disdain as plainly is prov'd by this willow garland Then pardon our boldnesse thou gentle fair bride sing all of c VVe speak by experience of that we have tride sing willow c. Our overmuch courtesie bread all our woe sing all of green c. But never hereafter we mean so to doe for this only brought us the willow Garland Their song being thus ended the Bride said she was heartily sorrie for their hard fortunes and blaming the Bridegroom for his unkindnesse Nay do not so quoth Meg for you shall finde him kind enough at night but séeing he hath disappointed me in this sort if shall go hard but I will loose my maiden-head as soon as you shall and you shall make good hast then Well Gillian quoth she let us go never will I be tide in affection to one man again while I doe live Well I say little but hencefor ward hang me if I refuse reason when I am reasonably intreated Thus Margaret in a melancholly humor went her wayes and in short time after she forsook VVestminster and attended on the Kings army at Bullen and while the siege lasted became a Landresse to the Camp and in the end she left her life in Islington being very penitent for all her former offences Gillian in the end was married and became a very good house-kéeper living in honest name and fame till her dying day CHAP. 4. How round Robin and his fellows sung before the King THe Kings Majesty having won the strong town of Bullen victoriously he returned into England and according to his accustomed manner lying at hi● Palace of White-Hall divers of his Nobility passing up and down VVestminster did many times hear the Iourney men Shoomakers singing whose pleasant songs was so pleasing in the ears of the hearers that it caused them to stay about the doore to hearken thereunto Robin above the rest declared such cunning in his song that he ever obtained the chiefest praise Now you shall understand that by their often singing in the Shop the Iourneymen of that house were noted above all men in VVestminster insomuch that at the last the King had knowledge thereof who caused them to be sent for to the Court Whereupon round Robin and his foure fellows made themselves ready and their Master being of a good mind against the day they should go before the King he suted them all at his own cost in doublets hose of crimson Taffety black velvet Caps on their heads and white Feathers on their legs they had fine yellow stockings Pumps and Pantofles on their féet by their sides each of them wors a faire Sword and in this sort being brought before his Majesty upon their knées they craved pardon for presuming to come into his royall presence The King séeing them to be such proper men and attyred in Gentlemen-like manner had them stand up Why my Lords quoth he

becometh easie 'T is trus said Tom for I durst lay a wager that I have made more shoos in a day then all th●se Iourneymen have done in a moneth and I have travelled in all parts of the world but tell me where thée hast been and in what Countreys this h●st traveller Far enough quoth he to prove as good a workman as thou art I deny that quoth Tom for I have béen where I have séen men headed like Dogs and others I have séen that one of their legs hath béen as good as a Penthouse to cover their bodies and yet I have made them shooes to serve their feet nay if thou will go with me thou shalt sée me make an hundred pair of shooes from sun rising to sun setting or else count me worse then a stinking Mackrell Now verily thy talk sti●●s too much said they if thou canst do so much as thou say'st try the matter here No said Tom I cannot try it in England nor in France nor Spain or Italy nor in Germany Swedland or Polonia we think no lesse said they nor in no part beside Yes said Tom I can do it as we travel to Russia for there every day is five and fifty of our dayes in length nay quoth Tom in some parts of the world where I have béen it is day for half a year together and other part all night Now my Masters tell me were you not born in Arcadia no said they but why ask ye because said Tom that Countrey abounds with Asses where they swarm like Bees we have cause said they to give yo thanks for calling us Asses so kindly not so said Tom I did but ask a question but tell me said Tom what Country breeds the best hides and whence have we the best Cork the best Cork said they comes from Portugal and the best Leather is in England Not so for the best Cork is in Sparta and for Leather there 's none like that of Siciona where I have made a paire of shooes that hath lasted a twelve moneth and toyle in them every day For I tell you there was never a Shoomaker in all England that kept so many men as I did at that time Then said the rest he speaks he knows not what for Master Peacy of Fleetstreet keeps continually forty men at work and the green King in S. Martins hath no lesse then threescore Iourneymen Tush said Tom what say you to him who kept a hundred men half a year together and never did a stitch of work he was a Shoomaker of some account but who was that said they it was my self quoth Tom and yet I never made brags of it nay pray you tell us said they what men they were quoth Tom they were vermin in troth said they we thought as much But tell us Tom art thou minded to be Master Peachies man I am quoth he except he will make me his fellow By the Masse said they then wert thou best to have thy wards ready and thy hi●ts sure for he receives no servants before he tries their manhood so much the better quoth Tom And for that purpose I post up to London thus having had at Gilford very good chéer but the Iourneymen of the Town paid for all and gave them money so toward London they went with all speed CHAP. 7. How the wild Knight Sir John Rainsford for burying a Massing Priest alive was fain to leave his Lady and forsake his house till he had obtained pardon of the King who meeting with Henry Nevel and Tom Drum went with him to serve Peachy of Fleetstreet where for a while he became a Shoomaker YOu shall understand that at this time there lived a gallant Knight called Sir John Ransford who was for his courage inferiour to few and had a brave company of tall men to wait upon him He was very charitable to the poor relieving them daily he was a famous Courtier and in very great favor with the King and the only thing that disgraced his vertues was this that he was something wild in his carriage and wilfull in his attempts often repenting sadly what he committed rashly It came to passe upon a time as he was riding to his house there was at a certain Village a Corps carried to be buried the deceased Father of five small Children and the Husband of a wofull widdow whose poverty was such that she had not money to pay for her buriall Sir John the Parish Priest doubting would not do his duty except he might first have his money The widdow with many tears intreated him to do his Office but he would not saying What you beggers would you have me to open my sacred lips to call upon the King of heaven to receive or take thy husbands soul and to perswade our Grandmother the Earth to wrap his cold body in her warm bosome for nothing I tell thee no The poor widow falling on her knées pluckt him by the gown saying good Sir John for sweet St. Charity say one Ave Mary or one Pater-noster and let my poore husbande Corps be covered though it be but with one handfull of holy ground Nay Dame quoth Jack do you remember how you serv'd me at the last shift you would not no forsooth you would not and now good Mistris I will not no penny no Pater noster that is flat I thought a time would come at length to cry quittance for your coyness so away he went The poor Widdow séeing his obstinacy with a heavy heart turned into the highway side adjoyning to the Church-yard and there she and her Children begg●d of the passers by some money to bury their Fathers dead Corps At last Sir John came riding with all his men of whom the poor Widdow in this manner began to ask his Arms good Sir John if ever womans misery moved your heart to pifty give me one penny for Gods sake towards the burying of my poor husband Sir John hearing their lamentable cry and séeing the dead Corps lying there asked why the Priest did not bury it O Sir quoth she I have no money to pay for the burial and therefore he will not do it no quoth Sir John I le make him ●ury the dead or I le bury him alive whereupon be willed one of his men to go and fetch the Priest and bring him immediately his men did so and forth came the Priest in his Gown and corner Cap roughly demanding who would speak with him That would I quoth Sir John Rainsford and therefore tell me how it comes to passe that you put not this Corps into the Pit Sir quoth he because they will not pay me for my pains Above all men said Sir Iohn Priests should respect the poor and néedy and let the dead possess their due I so they shall said the Priest so I may not lose my due wilt thou not bury him said the Knight no not without money said the Priest I pray thee said the Knight let me