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Title: Cocke Lorelles Bote

Author: AnonymousAuthor of introduction, etc.: John Philip EdmondOther: Wynkyn de Worde

Author: Anonymous

Author of introduction, etc.: John Philip Edmond

Other: Wynkyn de Worde

Release date: August 24, 2019 [eBook #60158]Most recently updated: October 17, 2024

Language: English

Credits: Produced by Chuck Greif, deaurider and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Internet Archive)

*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COCKE LORELLES BOTE ***

COCKE LORELLES BOTE.One Hundred and One Copies Printed,One of which is on Vellum.

A SATIRICAL POEMFrom an unique copy printed by Wynkyn de Worde

“Come begin;And you the judges bear a wary eye.”Hamlet.

“Come begin;And you the judges bear a wary eye.”

Hamlet.

ABERDEENJ. & J. P. EDMOND & SPARKMDCCCLXXXIV.

THE singularly interesting fragment of early English literature known as Cocke Lorelles Bote, is a satirical poem of four hundred and fourteen lines, in which various classes of society, chiefly of the lower order, are passed under review in rapid succession. The glimpse we obtain of each class is only momentary, but the author with some well chosen phrase, in that short time sketches their failings.

The original from which this poem is reprinted, is in black-letter, andis preserved in the Garrick Collection, British Museum. It is considered unique, but unfortunately it is imperfect at the beginning.

It was printed in London, by Wynkyn de Worde, and bears no date, but may safely be ascribed to the early part of the reign of Henry the Eighth. The idea of the “Bote,” in which so many different characters are gathered together, is supposed to have been taken from Sebastian Brandt’s “Shyp of Folys,” which was translated into English by Alexander Barclay, and printed by Pynson at the beginning of the sixteenth century. What gives weight to this suggestion, is the fact that the wood-cuts with which the original of Cocke Lorell is illustrated, are similar to those used in the “Ship of Folys.”

The hero of the poem was the leader of a notorious band of robbers whichinfested the metropolis, and was probably alive at the time of its publication. He is mentioned by Samuel Rowlands in “Martin Mark-all, Beadle of Bridewell, his Defence and Answere to the Belman of London,” printed in 1610, who describes him in these terms:—“After him, succeeded by general councell, one Cocke Lorrell, the most notorious knave that ever lived: by trade he was a tinker, often carrying a panne and a hammer for show: but when he came to a good booty, he would cast his profession in a ditch, and play the padder,[1]and then would away, and as hee past through the toune, crie, ‘Ha you any worke for a tinker?’ To write of his knaveries it would aske a long time: I referreyou to the old manuscript remayning on record in Maunder’s Hall.[2]This was he that reduced and brought in forme the Catalogue of Vagabonds, or Quarterne of Knaves, called the five and twentie Orders of Knaves: but because it is extant, and in every mans shop, I passe them over.... This Cocke Lorrell continued among them longer than any of his predecessors before him, or after him, for he ruled almost two and twentie yeares, until the yeare An. Dom. 1533, and about the five and twenty yeare of K. Henry the Eight.”

The “Catalogue of Vagabonds” to which Rowlands alludes in the above extract as having been written by Cocke Lorell, is a tract printed byJohn Awdely in 1565, and of which a second edition was issued by the same printer in 1575. It is not improbable that Awdely may have himself been the compiler of the “Catalogue.” A copy of the edition of 1575 is in the Bodleian Library, the quaint title of which is as follows:—“The Fraternitye of Vacabondes. As wel of ruflyng Vacabondes, as of beggerly, of Women as of Men, of Gyrles as of Boyes, with their proper names and qualities. With a description of the crafty company of Cousoners and Shifters. Whereunto also is adioyned theXXVOrders of Knaues, otherwyse called a Quartern of Knaues Confirmed for euer by Cocke Lorell.

The Vprightman speaketh.

Our Brotherhood of Vacabondes,If you would know where dwell;In graues end Barge which seldome standes,The talke wyll shew ryght well.

Cocke Lorell aunswereth.

Some orders of my Knaues alsoIn that Barge shall ye fynde;For no where shall ye walke I trow,But ye shall see their kynde.

Imprinted at London by John Awdely, dwellynge in little Britayne Streete withoute Aldersgate, 1575.”

Dr. Bliss describes the above mentioned tract at length, in the “British Bibliographer,” Vol. II., p. 12, and makes further allusion to it in his edition of Earle’s “Microcosmography,” p. 256, published in 1811.

One of the earliest, if not the earliest, printed mention of the Bote occurs in Thomas Feylde’s “A contrauersye bytwene a louer and a Jaye. [Colophon.] Imprynted at London in Fletestrete at the sygne of the Sonneby Wynkyn de Worde.” The Lover in the preceding verses apostrophizes Nature regarding his passion for his mistress, at which the Jay thus expostulates:—

“Thoughe nature moue,And bydde the loue,Yet wysdome wolde proue,Or it be hote,Whan fortune sowreDothe on the lowre,Thou getest an oreIn cocke lorels bote.”

The next mention of Cocke Lorell is in a black-letter poem, preserved in the Bodleian Library, without date or printer’s name, entitled “Doctour Double Ale.”

“I hold you a grotaYe wyll rede by rota,That ye wete a cotaIn cocke lorels bota.”

The Rev. Charles H. Hartshorne, in “Ancient Metrical Tales,” reprinted “Doctour Double Ale,” but rendered the last linecocke losels bota.

In pointing out this error, Mr. Collier says, that in John Heywood’s “Epigrams upon three hundred proverbs,” printed in 1566, mention is made of Cocke Lorelles Bote, under the heading of

“A BUSY BODY

He will have an ore in every man’s barge,Even in cocke lorels barge, he berth that charge.”

Later on we find that the rascal is not forgotten, for Ben Jonson in his masque of the “Gypsies Metamorphosed,” has introduced him as feasting the Evil One, in a song which continued popular for some considerable time,and was frequently printed as a broadside, copies of which are in the Pepysian and Ashmolean Collections.

The first verse is as follows:—

“Cock Lorrell would need have the devil his guest,And bid him once into the Peak to dinner,Where never the fiend had such a feastProvided him yet at the charge of a sinner.”

In 1807, the Rev. William Beloe, in his “Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Works,” Vol. I., p. 393, called attention to the following tract, but unfortunately he changed the title to “Cocke Lorells Vote,” in place of “Bote.” That this was a misprint may be inferred from the fact, that in another place in the same work, he makes reference to a passage in Bishop Percy’s Reliques, where the correct title is given.

Dibdin, who appears never to have seen the work, but says he was “indebted to Mr. H. Ellis of the British Museum” for specimens “of this singular performance” has fallen into the droll blunder of writing “of the licentious andpredatory characterof itsAuthor, ... one Cock Lorell,” whose “popularity has, I believe, escaped the notice of our chroniclers.”[3]

The poem was presented to the members of the Roxburghe Club in 1817, by the Rev. Henry Drury, but the impression was limited to thirty-five copies, two of which were printed on vellum.

It was again printed at Edinburgh for Stanley and Blake in 1817, from a transcript made by the Rev. Joseph Stevenson, with anintroductory notice by Mr. James Maidment. This reprint has become almost as rare as the Roxburghe Club edition, only forty copies having been taken.

The Percy Society, in 1843, issued an edition of the “Bote” to its members, with a preface by Dr. E. F. Rimbault. The rarity of the two first mentioned reprints, and the form, apart altogether from the comparative scarcity of the last, has led to the reprinting once more of this poem. The writer begs to acknowledge his obligations to both Mr. Maidment’s and Dr. Rimbault’s editions as supplying the material for the foregoing notice. While aware that there is little that is new which can be said about Cocke Lorell, he trusts that this edition may be favourably received, if for no other reasons than these,that while it avoids the many inaccuracies of the Edinburgh edition, it omits the modern punctuation which has been introduced into the Percy Society’s reprint.

The present impression is limited to one hundred and one copies, one of which is printed on vellum.

J. P. EDMOND.

* * * * * * *She had a desyre ofte to be weddeB ia.And also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is as softe as a lamme yf one do her meueAnd lyke to yᵉ deuyll wan a mā dothe her greueSo well is she setteO good condycyon to her housbondeYf he call her calat she calleth hȳ knaue agayneShe shyll not dye in his detteBy Saynt Jone sayd Cocke thanThese be fayre vertues in a womanThou shalte be my launderTo wasshe and kepe clene all my gereOur two beddes togyder shall be setteWithout ony letteThe nexte that came was a coryarAnd a cobeler his brotherAs ryche as a newe shorne shepeThey offred Cocke a blechynge potOther Jewelles they had notScant shoes to theyr feteThe coryer dresseth so well his letherThat it wolde drynke water in fayre wederTherfore he hath many a crystes curseAnd tho cobeler for his cloutyngeThe people blesseth hym with euyll cheuyngeTo knytte faste in his purseA shomaker came to these other twoBytwene them two was moche a doFor a pyese of letherThey togged with theyr teth and gnewe it thereB ib.And pulde as it had been grehondes at a hareIt was a shepes skyne of a wetherAnd than they tanned it whan they had doneTo make lether to hym with mennes shoneAnd all for theyr auayleFor as sone as the hemme is toreThe sho is lost for euer moreAnd it is lytell meruayleA tanner for euyll tannyng of lederThey foure with sorowe Cocke dyde set togyderAnd neuer a good without fayleThan came one wᵗ two bolddogges at his tayleAnd that was a bocher without fayleAll be gored in reed blodeIn his hande he bare a flap for flyesHis hosen gresy vpon his thyesThat place for magottes was very goodOn his necke he bare a cole tre loggeHe had as moche pyte as a doggeAnd he were ones wrotheHe loked perysshe and also roweA man wolde take hym for a shrewe I troweAnd of his company be lotheThan came a gonge fermourerOther wyse called a masser scourerWith hym a canyell rakerTheyr presence made Cocke and his mē to speweFor as swete was theyr brethe as henkā or reweTo wasshe them they laked waterOn these Irysshe copel I wyll not tareB iia.Cocke dyde set thē there as knaues sholde beAmonge the slouenly sorteThan came two false towlers in nexteHe set them by pykers of the bestFor there sholde they abydeBut before yᵗ they were plonged in the ryuerTo searche theyr bodyes fayre and clereTherof they had good sporteA myller dustypoll than dyde comeA Ioly felowe with a golden thomeOn his necke a sacke wasMany sayd that he with reprefeOf all craftes was nexte a thefeB iib.In that Cocke founde no lackeHe sayd that he touled twys for forgetyngeAnd stele floure and put chauke therinBe sherewe hym that taught hym thatCocke bad hym grynde cherystones and pesonTo make his men brede for a seasonBy cause whete was very dereThan came a pardoner with his bokeHis quaterage of euery man he tokeBut Cocke wolde theyr names hereThe pardoner sayd I will rede my rollAnd ye shall here the names poll by pollThere of ye nede not fereHere is fyrst Cocke Lorell the knyghtAnd symkyn emery mayntenaūce agayne ryghtWith slyngethryfte fleshemongerAlso fabyane flatererAnd fesly clatererWith adam auerus flayle swengerAnd fraūces flaperoche of stewys captayne lateWith gylys vnyeste mayer of newgateAnd lewes vnlusty the lesynge mongerHere also baude baudyn bollerAnd his brother copyn colerWith mathew marchaunte of shoters hyllCrystofer catchepoll a crystes course gadererAnd wat welbelyne of ludgate IaylerWith laurence lorell of clerken wellHere is gylys Iogeler of ayeberyAnd hym sougelder of lothe beryB iiia.With wallys the wranglerPers potter of brydge waterSaunder fely the mustarde makerWith Ielyan IangelerHere is Ienkyne berwarde of BarwyckeAnd tom tombler of warwykeWith Phyllyp fletcher of fernamHere is wyll wyly the myl pekerAnd patrycke peuysshe heerbeterWith lusty hary hange manAlso mathewe tothe drawer of LondonAnd sybly sole mylke wyfe of IslyngtonWith davy drawelache of rokyngameHere is maryone marchauntes at all gateB iiib.Her husbōde dwelleth at yᵉ sygne of yᵉ cokeldes pateNexte house to Robyn renawayeAlso hycke crokenec the rope makerAnd steuen mesyll mouthe muskyll takerWith Iacke basket seler of alwelayHere is george of podynge lane carpenterAnd patrycke peuysshe a conynge dyrte dauberWorshypfull wardayn of slouens InThere is maryn peke small fremasonAnd pers peuterer that knocketh a basynWith gogle eyed tomson shepster of lynHere is glyed wolby of gylforde squyereAndrewe of habyngedon apell byerWith alys esy a gay tale tellerAlso peter paten makerWith gregory loue good of rayston mayerAnd hary halter seler at tyborn the ayerHere is kate with the croked foteThat is colsys doughter the dronken kokeA lusty pye bakerHere is saunder sadeler of froge strete cornerWith Ielyan Ioly at sygne of the bokelerAnd mores moule takerAlso annys angry with the croked buttockeThat dwelled at yᵉ sygne of yᵉ dogges hede in yᵉ potBy her crafte a breche makerCocke sayd pardoner now ho and seaseThou makeste me wery holde thy peaseA thynge tell thou to meWhat profyte is to take thy pardonB iva.Shewe vs what mede is to comeTo be in this fraternyteSyr this pardon is newe foundeBy syde London brydge in a holy groundeLate called the stewes bankeYe knowe well all that there wasSome relygyous women in that placeTo whome men offred many a frankeAnd bycause they were so kynde and lyberallA merueylous auenture there is be fallYf ye lyst to here howThere came suche a winde fro wynchesterThat blewe these women ouer the ryuerIn wherye as I wyll you tellSome at saynt Kateryns stroke a groundeAnd many in holborne were foundeSome at saynt Gyles I troweAlso in aue maria aly and at westmensterAnd some in shordyche drewe thederWith grete lamentacyonAnd by cause they haue lost that fayre placeThey wyll bylde at colman hedge in spaceA nother noble mansyonFayrer and euer the halfe strete wasFor euery house newe paued is with grasShall be full of fayre flouresThe walles shallbe of hauthorne I wote wellAnd hanged wᵗ whyte motly yᵗ swete doth smellGrene shall be the colouresAnd as for this olde place these wenches holyB ivb.They wyll not haue it called the stewys for folyBut maketh it a strabery bankeAnd there is yet a chapell saueOf whiche ye all the pardon haueThe saynt is of symme trollankeI wyll reherse here in generallThe indulgences that ye haue shallIs these that foloweth with moreAt the oure of deth whan ye haue nedeYe shall be assoyled of euery good dedeThat you haue done beforeAnd ye shall be parte taker of as many good deddeAs is done euery nyght a beddeAnd also ferthermoreAt euery tauerne in the yereA solempne dyryge is songe thereWith a grete drynkyngeAt all ale houses trewelyYe shall be prayed for hertelyWith a Ioyefull wepyngeAnd the pope darlaye hath graūted in his byllThat euery brother may do what he wyllWhyle that they be wakyngeAnd the pardone gyueth you that hath the poseOn your owne sleue to wype your noseWithout rebuke takyngeAlso pope nycoll graunteth you all in this texteThe coughe and the colyke the gout and the flyxeWith the holsome tothe acheAlso it is graunted by our bulles of ledeB va.That whan ony brother is dedeTo the chyrche dogges shall cary hymA ryche pal to ly on yᵉ corse late fro rome is comeMade of an olde payre of blewe medly popley hosoneFor yᵉ worshyppe of all yᵉ brethreneTheyr knylles shall be rōge in yᵉ myddes of tēse hosoneB vb.And theyr masse songe at shoters hill amonge the elmesWith grete deuocyon in dedeAnd many thynges elles shall be doneThe resydewe I wyll reherse sooneFor drynke fyrst must I nedeThan Cocke cast a syde his hedeAnd sawe the stretes all ouer spredeThat to his bote wolde comeOf all craftes there were one or otherI wyll shewe how many or I passe fertherAnd reken them one by oneThe fyrst was golde smythes and grote clyppersMultyplyers and clothe thyckersCalled fullers euerychoneThere is taylers tauerners and drapersPotycaryes ale brewers and bakersMercers fletchers and sporyersBoke prynters peynters bowersMyllers carters and botyll makersWaxechaundelers clothers and grocersWolle men vynteners and flesshemongersSalters Iowelers and habardashersDrouers cokes and pultersYermongers pybakers and waferersFruyters chese mongers and mynstrellesTalowe chaundelers hostelers and glouersOwchers skynners and cutlersBlade smythes fosters and sadelersCoryers cordwayners and cobelersGyrdelers forborers and webbersB via.Quylte makers shermen and armorersBorlers tapstry workemakers and dyersBrouderers strayners and carpyte makersSponers torners and hattersLyne webbers setters with lyne drapersRoke makers coper smythes and lorymersBrydel bytters blacke smythes and ferrarsBokell smythes horse leches and gold betersFyners plommers and pentersBedmakers fedbed makers and wyre drawersFounders laten workers and broche makersPauyers bell makers and brasyersPynners nedelers and glasyersBokeler makers dyers and lether sellersWhyte tanners galyors and shethersMasones male makers and merbelersTylers brycke leyers harde hewersParys plasterers daubers and lyme bornersCarpenters coupers and ioynersPype makers wode mōgers and orgyn makersCoferers carde makers and caruersShyppe wryghtes whele wryghtes and sowersHarpe makers leches and vpholsterersPorters fesycyens and corsersParchemente makers skynners and plowersBarbers boke bynders and lymnersRepers faners and hornersPouche makers belowfarmes and cage sellersLanterners stryngers gryndersArowe heders maltemen and corne mongersB vib.Balancers tynne casters and skryuenersStacyoners vestyment swoers and ymagersSylke women pursers and garnysshersTable makers sylke dyers and shepstersGolde sheres keuerchef launds and rebē makersTankarde berers bouge men and spere planersSpynsters carders and cappe knyttersSargeauntes katche pollys and somnersCarryers carters and horskepersCourte holders bayles and hontersConstables hede borowes and katersButlers sterchers and musterde makersHarde waremen mole sekers and ratte takersBewardes brycke borners and canel rakersPotters brome sellers pedelersShepherdes cowe herdes and swyne kepersBroche makers glas blowers cādelstycke castsHedgers dykers and mowersGonners maryners and shypmaystersChymney swepers and costerde mongersLode men and bere brewersFysshers of the see and muskel takersSchouyll chepers gardeners and rake fettersPlayers purse cutters money baterersGold washers tomblers IogelersPardoners kȳges bēche gatherers and lether dyersThere were theues hores and baudes wᵗ mortherersCrakers facers and chylderne quellersSpyes lyers and grete sclaunderersCursers chyders and grete vengeaunce cryersC ia.Dyssymulynge beggers hede brekers bordersNette makers and harlote takersSwerers and outragyous laughersSurmowsers yll thynkers and make brasersWith lollers lordaynes and fagot berersLuskes slouens and kechen knauesBargemen whery rowers and dysersTyburne collopes and peny pryckersBowlers mas shoters and quaytersFlaterers and two face berersSluttes drabbes and counseyll whystelersWith smoggy colyers and stȳkȳge gōge fermersOf euery craft some there wasShorte or longe more or lasseAll these rehersed here beforeIn Cockes bote eche man had an oreAll tho that offyces hadSome woūde at yᵉ capstayne as Cocke thē badSome stode at yᵉ slȳge some dyde trusse and thrȳgeSome pulde at the beryll some sprede yᵉ mayne myssyllSome howysed the mayne sayleSome veryed showte a very slayleSome roped yᵉ hoke some yᵉ pōpe and some yᵉ laūceSome yᵉ lōge bote dyde laūce some mēde yᵉ corseMayne corfe toke in a refe by forceAnd they that were abyll drewe at the cabyllSome the anker layde some at the plōpe a sayll swepeOne kepte yᵉ compas and watched yᵉ our glasseSome yᵉ lodysshestōe dyd seke some yᵉ bote dydSome made knottes of lynkes endesC ib.Some the stay rope suerly byndesSome a satte borte a stare bordeSome the standerdes oute dyde bryngeSome one the shrowedes dyde clymeSome couched a hogges heed vnder a hatcheSome threwe out bayte fysshe to catcheSome pulled vp the bonauentureSome to howes the tope sayle dyde entreSome stered at the helme behyndeSome whysteled after the wyndeThere was non that there wasBut he had an offyce more or lasseThan Cocke Lorell dyde his whystele bloweThat all his men sholde hym knoweWith that they cryed and made a shouteThat the water shoke all abouteThan men myght here the ores classheAnd on the water gaue many a dassheThey sprede theyr sayles as voyde of soroweForthe they rowed Saint George to boroweFor Ioy their trūpettes dyde they bloweAnd some songe heue and howe rombeloweThey sayled fro garlyke hede to knaues inAnd a pele of gonnes gan they ryngeOf colman hedge a sight they hadThat made his company very gladFor there they thought all to playBytwene tyborne and chelsayWith this man was a lusty companyFor all raskyllers fro them they dyde tryeC iia.They banysshed prayer peas and sadnesAnd toke with them myrthe sporte and gladnesThey wolde not haue vertu ne yet deuocyonBut ryotte and reuell with ioly rebellyonC iib.They songe and daunsed full merelyWith swerynge and starynge heuen hyeSome said yᵗ they were gētle mē of grete myghtThat ther purses were so lyghtAnd some wente in fured gownes and gay shoneThat had no mo faces than had the moneOf this daye gladde was many a brothellThat myght haue an ore with Cocke LorellThus they daunsed with all theyr myghtTyll that phebus had lost his lyghtBut than came lucyna with all her pale heweTo take her sporte amonge the cloudes bleweAnd marcury he trewe downe his goldē bemesAnd sperus her syluer stremesThat in the worlde gaue so grete lyghtAs all the erth had be paued with whyteThā Cocke wayed anker and housed his sayleAnd forthe he rowed without fayleThey sayled England thorowe and thoroweVyllage towne cyte and boroweThey blessyd theyr shyppe whan they had doneAnd dranke about saynt Iulyans torneThan euery man pulled at his oreWith that I coulde se them no moreBut as they rowed vp the hyllThe bote swayne blewe his whystell full shryllAnd I wente homwarde to mowe shame stereWith a company dyde I meteAs ermytes monkes and freresChanons chartores and inholdersC iija.And many whyte nonnes with whyte vaylesThat was full wanton of theyr taylesTo meet with Cocke they asked how to doC iijb.And I tolde them he was a goThan were they sad euerychoneAnd went agayne to theyr homeBut my counseyll I gaue them thereTo mete with Cocke another yereNo more of Cocke now I wryteBut mery it is whan knaues done meteCocke had in his hande a grete routeThe thyrde persone of EnglandeThus of Cocke Lorell I make an endeAnd to heuen god your soules sendeThat redeth this boke ouer allChryst couer you with his mantell perpetuall.AMEN.

AMEN.

Here endeth Cocke Lorelles bote. Imprynted at London in the Flete strete at the sygne of the sonne by Wynkyn de Worde.

Reprinted atAberdeenbyMilne & Hutchison.

FOOTNOTES:[1]Padder, or Rumpadder, a thief.—Slang Dictionary.[2]Maunder, a beggar.—Slang Dictionary.[3]Dibdin’s Ames, Vol. II., p. 352.

FOOTNOTES:

[1]Padder, or Rumpadder, a thief.—Slang Dictionary.

[2]Maunder, a beggar.—Slang Dictionary.

[3]Dibdin’s Ames, Vol. II., p. 352.

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