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				HERE BEGYNNETH THE COOKES TALE 
				    
				A prentys whilom dwelled in oure sitee, 
				And of a crafte of vitellers was he. 
				Gaylerd he was as gyldfynch in the shawe, 
				Broun as a bery, a propre short folawe 
				With lokkys blake y-kembed ful fetisly. 
				Dauncen he kowde so wel and jolyly 
				That he was cleped Perkyn Reveloure. 
				He was as ful of love and paramoure 
				As is the hyve ful of hony swete. 
				Wel was the wench that hym myght mete, 
				And at every bridale wolde he synge and hoppe. 
				He loved bet the taverne than he dede the shoppe, 
				For when ther was eny rydyng in Chepe, 
				Out of the shoppe theder wolde he lepe, 
				Til that he hedde al the sight y-seyn, 
				And daunced wel - he nold not come agayn - 
				And gadered hym a mayny of his sort 
				To hoppe and synge and make such disport. 
				With Rech-never and Recheles this lessoun he lerys 1 
				With Waste and with Wranglere, his owne pley-ferys, 
				With Lyght-honde and with Likorouse-mowth, with Unschamfast; 
				With Drynke-more and with Drawe-abak, her thryst is y-past, 
				With Malaperte and with Mysseavysed - such meyny they hight, 2 
				That wolle do but a lytull tylle her dyner be dyght. 
				Thus they stevyn whan they myght mete 
				To pley at the dyse in suche a prevey strete, 
				For in Londoun ther was none apprentyse 
				That feirer couth caste a scharpe peir of dyse 
				Than couthe Perkyn, and therto he was free, 
				Large of his dispence in place of prevytee 
				With Magot and with Mylsent, whan that he mette. 
				The bagge with the powder anon was unknette. 
				His purs was inperfit, he couthe not welle kepe: 
				"Yet let us be mery, while oure sire is aslepe!" 
				With pyes and with pykrels, with wynes moste swete, 
				With loche and with lamprey the childe myght not ete. 
				The tapster, the taverner, the koke was nedy, 
				Wolde clepe on Perkyn, for his purs was so redy - 
				And that fownde his Maister welle in his chaffare, 
				For every other day his boxe was lefte bare. 
				An unthryfty begynnyng, for yong or for olde, 
				A prentyse to be a reveloure and paramours to holde. 
				That bargeyn no man so sore schalle abye 
				As his Maister that hath no parte of his melodye. 
				For theft and ryot, they beth inconvertyble, 
				Alle-thogh he can pley on getern and rybible; 
				Ravelle and trouthe as in a lowe degree, 
				They mow not acorde; al day men it see. 
				When thy purs is penyles, where schalt thou have more, 
				Thou that wylt not the occupie no thyng therfore? 
				Revell ys ordeyned to hem that mow pay, 
				But prentise ne pore man, they mowe not away; 
				Evelle-sponne woole at the laste wolle come oute, 
				Though thou kepe it never so prevey in a lytelle cloute. 
				Thus the joly prentyse with his maister abode, 
				Tylle he was nye oute of his prenteshode, 
				Alle-thogh he were snybbyd both erly and late. 
				Yet sometyme he was ladde with revell to Newgate. 
				But at the laste as his Maister hym bethought 
				To over-se his papire and hym thorow sought 
				Uppon a proverbe that seith this same worde: 
				"Better ys rotten appulle out of an hurde 
				Than for to let hem rote alle the remenaunte." 
				And ryght so it fareth by a ryotes servaunte; 
				It is lasse harme for to let hym pace 
				Then for to schende al the servaunts in the place. 
				Even as a scabbed schepe in the folde 
				Alle a flocke wolle defyle, both yonge and olde, 
				Ryght even so a febel servaunt may 
				Distruye fourty of his felaws in a day. 
				Therfore his Maister gaffe hym acquytaunce 
				And bade hym goe with sorowe and meschaunce: 
				"Better ys betyme to voyde suche a clerke; 
				The lenger he abydeth, the wors is his werke. 
				He that his maister no profite wolle wynne, 
				Y holde hym better out of the hous than withynne." 
				And thus the joly prentys had leve; 
				Now let hym revell alle the nyght, or leve. 
				Ther ys no thiffe without a lowke 
				That helpeth hym to waste and to sowke, 
				Or that he brybe can or oght borowe may. 
				Anon he sent his bedde and alle his araye 
				Unto a compere of his owne sorte 
				That loved welle the dyse, ryot and disporte. 
				A wife he hadde that helde her contenaunce 
				A schoppe, and ever sche pleyed for his sustenaunce. 
				What thorowe hymselfe and his felawe that sought, 
				Unto a myschefe bothe they were broght. 
				The tone y-dampned to presoun perpetually, 
				The tother to deth for he couthe not of clergye. 
				   And therfore, yonge men, lerne while ye may 
				That with mony dyvers thoghtes beth prycked al the day. 
				Remembre you what myschefe cometh of mysgovernaunce. 
				Thus mowe ye lerne worschep and come to substaunce. 
				Thenke how grace and governaunce hath broght hem a boune, 
				Many pore mannys sonn, chefe state of the towne. 
				Ever rewle the after the beste man of name, 
				And God may grace the to come to the same. 
				   
				HERE ENDETH THE COKES TALE  
				HERE FOLOWEN THE WORDES OF THE HOOST  
				UNTO THE MAN OF LAWE 
				   
				Oure Host saugh wel that the bryght sonne 
				The arke of his artificial day hath y-ronne . . .
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				apprentice once; city 
				food-sellers 
				Merry; thicket; (see note) 
				well-proportioned; fellow 
				locks; combed; neatly 
				knew how 
				Peter (dim.) 
				womanizing 
				   
				   
				wedding party 
				better; did 
				horse display; Cheapside; (see note) 
				thither 
				   
				 wouldn't 
				company 
				sport 
				 (see note) 
				 playmates 
				 Shameless 
				 their thirst 
				   
				 their; prepared 
				 arranged 
				 dice; secret 
				   
				 could; tricky 
				generous 
				 spending; private places 
				 (see note) 
				 opened up; (see note) 
				 could 
				 i.e., the master 
				 young pikes 
				 loach; eel-like fish; (see note) 
				 cook 
				 call; since 
				 business 
				 money-coffer 
				 (see note) 
				 profligate 
				 pay for 
				 who; entertainment 
				 interchangeable 
				guitar; fiddle 
				Revelry; honesty 
				 (see note) 
				   
				 yourself 
				 them who may 
				 don't move on 
				 Badly spun; unravel; (see note) 
				 securely; rag; (see note) 
				 remained 
				apprenticeship 
				 scolded 
				led; Newgate Prison; (see note) 
				thought to himself 
				 indenture contract; presently 
				   
				 barrel 
				   
				 unruly 
				 go away 
				 corrupt 
				 skin-diseased 
				 infect 
				   
				   
				 gave; document of discharge 
				misfortune 
				 speedily 
				   
				   
				 within 
				 permission to leave 
				 leave off 
				thief; accomplice 
				Who; suck 
				steal 
				 baggage 
				companion 
				   
				for appearance; (see note) 
				   
				 Whatever presently 
				   
				 The one condemned 
				 The other; could not read; (see note) 
				   
				 Who; agitated 
				   
				 wealth 
				 them a reward 
				 man's; highest office 
				 model yourself; reputation 
				 thee 
				   
				   
				   
				   
				   
				   
				  
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