When she was drest in this array, God send long life unto my lord, quoth she, To give my love a parting kisse. With watery eyes, farewell, my deare, said he. How Patient Grissel was sent for to the wedding, and of her great humility and patience. From princely palace Unto her father's cottage Full sixteene winters No wrong she thought upon. And at that time through All the land the speeches went, Of high descent; And to the same all parties did agree. The Marquesse sent for Grissell faire, The brides bed-chamber to prepare, That nothing therein might be found awry. Which was great joy to all and some; And in the morning, When as they should be wedded, Her patience there was tride: Grissel was charged Herselfe in friendly manner For to attire the bride. Most willingly She gave consent to doe the same; The noble Marquesse thither came Methinks thy lookes are waxed wondrous coy. God send lord Marquesse many years of joy How the Marquesse, being moved with her patience, gave her two children, The Marquesse was moved To see his best beloved Thus patient in distresse. And by the hand he tooke her; Thou art my bride, And all the bride I meane to have: The youthfull lady On her knees did blessing crave, And you that envied her estate, Now blush for shame, and honour vertuous life. The chronicles of lasting fame Shall evermore extol the name Of Patient Grissel, my most constant wife. [The story of Patient Grissell was first told to English readers by the father of English poetry, in whose delightful 'Canterbury Tales' it is given as that of the Clerk of Oxenford. The Clerk, speaking for his creator, says he had heard it from Petrarch at Padua. However this might be, certain it is, that Petrarch was acquainted with the story, for a letter has been preserved, in which he sends Boccaccio a Latin version of it. Whether Boccaccio was previously acquainted with it, or was indebted for it in the first instance to Petrarch, he gave it a place in his Decameron, which indeed is the earliest work in which it has been found. 'The French,' however, lay claim to it,' and brought it on the stage in Paris as early as 1393. (Warton, Hist. Eng. Poetry, ii. 251; edit. 1824,) and the Germans in 1550. It was also made the foundation of a 'Pleasant Comodie,' by Dekker, Chettle, and Haughton, which was edited, few years ago, for the Shakespeare Society, by J. P. Collier, Esq., to whore Introduction' we must refer the reader who desires farther information respecting it.] C [This ballad is taken from the reprint, for the Percy Society, under the editorial care of J. P. Collier, Esq., of a black-letter tract, Printed at London, by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Francis Grove, dwelling upon Snowhill, 1640,' the title of which, as given by Mr. Collier, is as follows:-The King and a Foore Northerne Man. Shewing how a Poore Northumberland Man, a Tenant to the King, being wronged by a Lawyer, (his Neighbour,) went to the King himself to make knowne his Grievances. Full of simple mirth and merry plaine jests.' No older edition is known, according to Mr. Collier; nor any other copy of that from which he printed. There is, however, as mentioned by him, a broadside in Bagford's Collection, in the British Museum, entitled The King and Northern Man,' printed by W. O., and to be sold by the Booksellers in Pye Corner and London Bridge. And since Mr. Collier's reprint was made, the Roxburghe Collection of Ballads has been added to the same national repository, in which collection is another copy, also in broadside, and in black-letter, the title of which varies but little from that given above. The ballad is therein directed to be sung to the tune of Slut;' and is printed by and for Alex. Milbourn, at the Stationer's Arms in Green Arborcourt, in the Little Old Bailey.' For some information respecting the story and the authorship of the ballad, the reader is referred to the Note, p. 337.] OME hearken to me all around, Of a Northumberland man that held some Which was the King's land. in a dale. He was borne and bred thereupon, And his father had dwelt there long before, Now for this farm the good old man Just twenty shillings a-year did pay. Who left behind him an aulde wife then, For she was likewise blinde and lame. When that his corpes were laid in the grave, He took great paines and thought no harme. By him there dwelt a Lawyer false, That with his farme was not content, This farme layd by the Lawyer's land, Which this vild kerne had a mind unto: He told him he his lease had forfite, And that he must there no longer abide: The poore man pray'd him for to cease, And I will give thee forty shilling. Its neither forty shillings, no forty pound, The poore man said he might not do sa; His wife and his bearnes will make him ill warke. If thou wilt with my farme let me ga, Thou seemes a good fellow, Ise give thee five marke. 378 The Lawyer would not be so content, But farther in the matter he means to smell. This poore man now was in a great stond, I thinke, if he had not tooke grace in 's mind, His head was troubled in such a bad plight, A doughty heart he then did take, And of his mother did blessing crave, It earned his heart them thus to leave. Thus parting with the teares in his eyne, He had a humble staffe on his backe, With a good blue bonnet, he thought it no lacke; He had not gone a mile out o' th' toone, But one of his neighbours he did espy: How far ist to th' King? for thither am I boone I am sorry for you, neighbour, he sayd, When nine or ten dayes journey you have gone. Had I wist the King wond so farre, Ise neere a sought him a mile out o' th' toone: Thus past he alang many a weary mile, His dog and he full ill did tire. |