IGNORANCE

why man what eylyth y so to blow Hast thou any of them slain than why is any of them scape & gone But such knaves would always have y To put all thy mind & felicity In this foolish continued ̄ nyng to study which if thou do will make y e mad And always to be pensive & sad Thou shalt never be merry if he will do so than ̄ does he wisely ¶Than go thy weigh by and by And bring in this company And he and I will here tarry Till thou come again ¶you that I suppose they will But peas hark I prey the be Still I ween they be not far hens ♫ I and you thank y is done well It is pity you had not a minstrel For to angment your solas That is well said be God almyght Make room sirs & gy them p ace So merely let us dance ey / so merely &c And I can dance it gyngerly & I &c And I can foot it by & by & I &c And I can prank it ꝓperly And I can countenaunse comely And I can kroke it curtesly And I can leap it lustily And I can torn it trymly And I can fryske it freshly And I can look it lordly I can the thank sensual apetyte That is y best dance with out a py e That I saw this seven year Then go I pray you by & by And purvey some minstrel ready And he & I will follow shortly As fast as ever we may And so shall we have for a suerte But what shall we do now tell me The mean while for our continued ̄ fort Nay sir by y e heaven king For me thinketh it seruyth for no thine All such peevish prykyeryd song Is God well pleased trowest thou thereby Nay nay for there is no reason why For is it not as good to say plainly Give me a spad As give me a spam we vam we vam we vade But if thou Wilt have a song y to is good I have one of Robin Hod The best that ever was made But there is a bordon thou must bear it Or else it will not be ¶Robin Hod in barnysdale stood And lent him Till a mapyll thystyll Than ̄ cam our lady & sweet Saint Andrew Slepyst thou wakest thou Geoffrey coke ¶A.C. Winter the water was deep I can not tell you how broad He took a goose nek in his hand And over the water he went ¶He start up to a thystell top And cut him down a holyn clobe He stroke y e wren between the hornys That fire sprang out of the pyggꝭ tail ¶Jak boy is thy bow I broke Or hath any ma ̄ done y e wryguldy wrage He plukkyd muskyllys out of a wyllowe And put them in to his satchel ¶wylkyn was and archer good And well could handle a spade He took his bend bow in his hand And set him down by the fire ¶He took with him .lx. bows and ten A pese of befe a neither of bake Of all the birds in merry England So merely pypys the merry botell ¶Now set thy Heart on a merry pin Agains these lusty bluddꝭ come in And drive fantesys a weigh ¶Than thou takest good & wise weys And so shalt thou best please All this hold company For the foolish arguing y to thou hast had with that knave experiens y to hath made All these folk thereof weary ¶For all they that be now in this hall They be the most ꝑte my seruauntꝭ all And love principally Disportis as dancing syngyuge Toys tryfuls laughing gesting For conning they set not by