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The boy
wishes that
whenever
his step-
mother
stares
spitefully at
him she may
"a rap let
go.

" when meate my father giues to mee,
116 shee wishes poyson it might bee,

and stares me in the face :
Now when shee gazeth on me soe,
I wold shee might a rapp? let goe

that might ring through the place.”

120

The old man agrees,

The old man answered then anon,
when-ere 3 shee lookes thy face vpon,

her tayle shall wind 4 the horne 5
124 Soe Lowdlye, that who shold 6 it heare

shall not be able to forbeare,

but laugh her vnto scorne.

and departs.

Soe, farwell sonne !" the old man cryed;
128 " god keepe you, Sir!" the boy replyed,
"I take

my leaue of thee !
God, that blest 7 of all things, may

keepe 8 thee save 9 both night & day!”
132 "gramercy, sonne !” sayd hee.

At nightfall Jack pipes his cattle home,

When it grew neere vpon 10 the night,
Iacke, well prepared," hied home full right;-

itt was his ordinance ;
136 And as he went his pipe did blow,

the whilest his cattell on a row
about him

gan

to dance;

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Thus to the towne he pipti full trim, (page 99.)
140 his skipping beasts did 2 ffollow him

into his ffathers close.
He went & put them [up] each 3 one;

which done, he homewards went anon;
144 ynto his fathers hall5 he gooes.

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finds his father supping, and asks for a help.

His ffather att his supper sate,
& litle Iacke espyed well thatt,

and said to him anon,
148 "father, all day I kept your neate,

at night I pray you giue me some 6 meate,

I am? hungrye, by Saint Iohn !

“ Meateless 8 I haue lyen all the day,
152 & kept your beasts, they did not stray;

My dinner was but ill."
His ffather tooke a Capono winge,

& at the boy 10 he did it fling,
156 bidding him eate his fill.

His father throws him a capon's wing.

This greened 11 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

that made 14 the people all agast,

itt sounded 15 through the place ;

The stepdame stares at him, fulfils the old man's promise,

and is laughed at

Each one laught & made 16 good game, 164 but the curst wife

grew

red for shame & wisht shee had beene gone.

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3

pipes.—P. 2 do.-P. up

each.-P. 4 Then went into the house anon.-P. 5 into the hall.-P. 6 del.-P. ? I'm.-P. 8 meatless.-P.

9 capon's.-P. 10 at his son.-P. 11 loathes.-P. 12 grieves.—P. 13 And stares.-P. 14 As made.-P. 15 And sounded.-P. 16 did laugh & make.-P.

“Perdy," the boy sayd, "well I wott
that gun was both well charged 1 & shott,

& might haue broke a stone.”

168

She stares again, with the same result.

ffull curstlye2 shee lookt on him tho :
that looke another cracke 3 lett goe

which did a thunder4 rise.
172 Quoth the boy,“ did you euer see

a woman let her pelletts flee

More thicke & more at ease ?

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ffye!” said the boy ynto his dame, “ temper yourở teltale bumm, for shame!”

which made her full of sorrow. Dame,”7 said the goodman, “goe thy way, for why, I sweare, by night nor day 8

thy geere is not to borrow.”

66

180

She tells her wrongs to a friar,

Now afterwards, as you shall heare,
Vnto the house there came a fryar,

& lay there all the night.
184 The wiffe this fryer loued as a Saint,9

& to him made a great complaint

of Iackes most vile despight.

“We haue," quoth shee, "within, I-wis, 188 a wiced boy,--none shrewder is,

which doth me mighty care ; I dare not looke vpon his face, or hardly tell10

my

shamefull case, soe filthylie I fare;

192

I well, not in P. C.-P.

2 Cp. Cotgrave's "Feroce, cruell, fierce, curst, hard-hearted, sterne, austere: " the auncient Romanes.

vsed to ty a wispe of Hay about the one horne of a shrewd or curst Beast,” (w. foin). “Belle femme mauvaise teste: Pro. Faire women either curst or cruell be.”-F.

3 And then another fart.-P.

4 Which gart the Thunder.—P.
5 Quoth Jack, Sir, did.-P.
6 thy.-P.

good maid.-P.
8 and day.-P.
9 This wife did love him as a saint.

-P.

10 Nor ... shew.-P.

and asks him to beat the boy soundly.

“ for gods loue meet this boy' to-morrow,
beat him well, & giue him sorrow,

& make 2 him blind or lame."
196 The fryar swore he wold him beat,

the wiffe prayd him not to forgett,

the boy did her much shame :

The friar agrees.

“Some wiche he is,” quoth 4 shee, “I smell.” 200 “but,” quoth the fryar, “ Ile beat him well!

of that take you noe care;
Ile teach him witchcraft, if I may."
“0," quoth the wiffe,“ doe soe, I pray,

lay on & doe not spare.”

204

Next day the boy

goes afield

Early next morne the boy arose,
& to the field full soone he goes,

his cattell for to driue.
208 The fryer then 5 vp as early gatt,

he was afrayd to come to 6 late,

he ran 7 full fast & blythe.

as before, followed by the friar;

(page 100.)

who asks him to explain his conduct.

But when he came ynto the land, 8 212 he found where litle Iacke did stand,

keeping his beasts alone.
“Now, boy," he sayd, “god giue thee shame!
what hast thou done to thy stepdame ?

tell me forthwith anon!

216

“And if thou canst not quitto thee well,
Ile beate thee till thy body swell,

I will not longer 10 byde.”

· For my sake meet him.-P.
2 Yea, make.-P.
* She prayed him.-P.
4 He is a witch, qth.-P.
5 dele then.-P.

8

6 he came too.-P.
? And ran.-P.

upon the land.-P.
9 quite.-P.

no longer.-P.

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220 The boy replyed, " what ayleth thee ?

my stepdame is as well as thee;

what needs you thus to Chyde ?

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Jack
changes the
subject;
offers to
shoot a bird,
and give it
to the friar.

Come, will you seemy arrow flye
224 & hitt yon small bird in 3 the eye,

& other things withall ?
Sir fryer, tho I 4 haue litle witt,
yett yonder bird I meane to hitt,

& giue her you I shall.”

228

Shoots it.

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There sate a small birde in a5 bryar:
Shoot, shoot, you wagg,” then sayd the fryer,

“ for that I long to see.”6
232 Iacke hitt the bird vpon the head

soe right that shee fell downe for dead,

noe further cold shee flee.

The friar
gone among
the bushes
to pick it up,
Jack pipes
and makes
him dance.

ffast to the bush the fryar went,
236 & vp the bird in hand hee hent, 8

much wondering at the chance.
Meane while Iacke tooke his pipe & playd

soe lowd, the fryar grew mad apaide, 10
240 & fell to 11 skip & dance;

The briars scratch and tear him.

Now sooner was 12 the pipes sound heard,
but Bedlam like 13 he bou[n]cet & fared,

& leapt the bush about;
244 The sharpe bryars cacth 14 him by the face,

& by the breech & other place,

that fast the blood ran out;

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