With Phyllyp fletcher of fernam; Also mathewe tothe drawer of London, Her husbōde dwelleth at ye sygne of ye cokeldes pate, Also hycke crokenec the rope maker, And steuen mesyll mouthe muskyll taker, Here is george of podynge lane, carpenter, And patrycke peuysshe a conynge dyrte dauber, There is maryn peke small fremason, And pers peuterer that knocketh a basyn, With gregory loue good of rayston mayer, That is colsys doughter the dronken koke, Here is saunder sadeler of froge strete corner, Also annys angry with the croked buttocke, That dwelled at ye sygne of ye dogges hede in ye pot, By her crafte a breche maker. Cocke sayd, pardoner now ho and sease, Thou makeste me wery, holde thy pease, A thynge tell thou to me; What profyte is to take thy pardon, Shewe vs what mede is to come To be in this fraternyte? Syr this pardon is newe founde By syde London brydge in a holy grounde, Ye knowe well all, that there was To whome men offred many a franke, And bycause they were so kynde and lyberall, There came suche a winde fro wynchester In wherye, as I wyll you tell. Some at saynt Kateryns stroke a grounde, Some at saynt Gyles, I trowe, Also in aue maria aly, and at westmenster, And some in shordyche drewe theder With grete lamentacyon. And by cause they haue lost that fayre place, Fayrer and euer the halfe strete was, For euery house newe paued is with gras: The walles shallbe of hauthorne, I wote well, And hanged wt whyte motly yt swete doth smell, Grene shall be the coloures. And as for this olde place, these wenches holy And there is yet a chapell saue And ye shall be parte taker of as many good dedde As is done euery nyght a bedde; And also ferthermore, At euery tauerne in the yere, A solempne dyryge is songe there, With a grete drynkynge; At all ale houses trewely, Ye shall be prayed for hertely With a Ioyefull wepynge. And the pope darlaye hath graūted in his byll, That euery brother may do what he wyll, Whyle that they be wakynge; And the pardone gyueth you that hath the pose, Without rebuke takynge. Also pope nycoll graunteth you all in this texte, The coughe and the colyke, the gout and the flyxe, With the holsome tothe ache. Also it is graunted by our bulles of lede, That whan ony brother is dede To the chyrche dogges shall cary hym; A ryche pal to ly on ye corse late fro rome is come, Made of an olde payre of blewe medly popley hosone. For ye worshyppe of all ye bretherne Theyr knylles shall be rōge in ye myddes of tese, And theyr masse songe at shoters hill amonge the elmes, With grete deuocyon in dede: And many thynges elles shall be done, The resydewe I wyll reherse soone, For drynke fyrst must I nede. Than Cocke cast a syde his hede, And sawe the stretes all ouer sprede Of all craftes there were one or other, I wyll shewe how I And reken them one by one. The fyrst was golde smythes, and grote clyppers, Multyplyers, and clothe thyckers, Called fullers euerychone; There is taylers, tauerners, and drapers, Potycaryes, ale brewers, and bakers, Mercers, filetchers, and sporyers. Boke prynters, peynters, bowers, Myllers, carters, and botyll makers; Yermongers, pybakers, and waferers, Blade smythes, fosters, and sadelers; Lyne webbers, setters, with lyne drapers. Bedmakers, fedbed makers, and wyre drawers; Founders, laten workers, and broche makers; Pauyers, bell makers, and brasyers; Pynners, nedelers, and glasyers. Bokeler makers, dyers, and lether sellers; Whyte tanners, galyors, and shethers; Masones, male makers, and merbelers; |