The old man answered then anon, her tayle shall wind the horne 5 When it grew neere vpon1o the night, 136 And as he went his pipe did blow, the whilest his cattell on a row about him gan to 12 dance; "Meateless I haue lyen all the day, 152 & kept your beasts, they did not stray; This greeued his stepdames hart full sore, who lothed 12 the Ladd still more & more; shee stared 13 him in the face: 160 with that shee let goe such a blast itt sounded 15 through the place; finds his father supping, and asks for a help. His father throws him a capon's wing. The stepdame stares at him, fulfils the old man's promise, and is laughed at 15 And sounded.-P. 16 did laugh & make.-P. She stares again, with the same result. The boy triumphs. She tells her wrongs to a friar, 168 "Perdy," the boy sayd, "well I wott ffull curstlye2 shee lookt on him tho: 172 Quoth the boy, "did" you euer see More thicke & more at ease? ffye!" said the boy vnto his dame, 180 "Dame," said the goodman, "goe thy way, Now afterwards, as you shall heare, & lay there all the night. 184 The wiffe this fryer loued as a Saint,9 "for gods loue meet this boy1 to-morrow, beat him well, & giue him sorrow, & make him blind or lame." 196 The fryar swore he wold him beat, the wiffe prayd him 3 not to forgett, the boy did her much shame: "Some wiche he is," quoth shee, "I smell." 200 "but," quoth the fryar, "Ile beat him well! of that take you noe care; "Now, boy," he sayd, "god giue thee shame! and asks him to beat the boy soundly. The friar agrees. Next day the boy goes afield as before, followed by the friar ; who asks him to explain his conduct. Jack changes the subject; offers to shoot a bird, and give it to the friar. Shoots it. The friar gone among the bushes to pick it up, Jack pipes and makes him dance. The briars scratch and tear him. There sate a small birde in a5 bryar: Shoot, shoot, you wagg," then sayd the fryer, 232 Iacke hitt the bird vpon the head soe right that shee fell downe for dead, noe further cold shee flee. ffast to the bush the fryar went, 236 & 240 vp the bird in hand7 hee hent,8 much wondering at the chance. Meane while Iacke tooke his pipe & playd Now sooner was 12 the pipes sound heard, & leapt the bush about; 244 The sharpe bryars cacth 14 him by the face, |