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Royal fun and games in Newbury

June 10, 2011

Jack of Newbury – Chapter 3

(Thomas Deloney)

Chapters one and two  show John Winchcomb as a young man, courting first a widow and then a young wife.  He makes his fortune, but Deloney also shows him to be generous to the poor and loyal to his country, not to mention clever in detecting and thwarting his enemies.  If the book as a whole follows the seasons, then this chapter of industry and celebration is appropriate to high summer – the time of year for royal progresses, and also for warfare.  Indeed the court clown/jester, Will Sommer, figures largely, with his salacious jokes and sexualised innuendo.  Sommer comes across to me as remarkably unfunny, and it rather seems as if most of the people in this chapter think the same.

How Jack of Newbury went to receive the king as he went a progress into Berkshire, and how he made him a banquet in his own house.

About the tenth yeare of the king’s reign (c.1519), his grace made his progress into Berkshire, against which time Jack of Newbury clothed thirty tall fellows, being his household servants, in blue coats faced with sarcenet, every one having a good sword and buckler on his shoulder; himself in a plain russet coat, a pair of white kersie breeches without welt or guard, and stockings of the same piece sewed to his slops, which had a great codpiece whereon he stuck his pins; who, knowing the king would come over a certain meadow, near adjoining to the town, got himself thither with all his men, and repairing to a certain ant-hill which was in the field, took up his seat there, causing his men to stand round about the same with their swords displayed.

The king, coming near the place with the rest of his nobility, and seeing them stand with their drawn weapons, sent to know the cause.

this is Henry in 1513, aged 22 - 6 years earlier than the events at Newbury, but it gives an idea of the young Henry. He sounds much more cheerful in Deloney's story, though.

Thomas Wriothesly, Garter king at arms, was the messenger, who spake in this sort.

“Good fellow, the kings majesty would know to what end you stand here with swords and bucklers prepared to fight.”

With that, Jacke of Newberie started up and made this answer: “Herald” (quoth he), “reply to his highnesse that it is poor Jacke of Newbury, who being scant marquis of a mole hill, is chosen prince of ants; and here I stand with my weapons and guard about me to defend and keep these my poor and painful subjects from the force of the idle butterflies, their sworn enemies, lest they should disturb this quiet commonwealth, who this summer season are making their winters provision.

The messenger returning, told his grace that it was one Jack of Newbury that stood there with his men about him to guard (as they say) a company of ants from the furious wrath of the prince of butterflies.

With this news the king heartily laughed, saying, “Indeede it is no marvel he stand so well prepared, considering what a terrible tyrant he hath to deal withal. Certainly, my lords” (quoth hee), “this seems to be a pleasant fellow, and therefore we will send to talk with him.”

The messenger being sent, told Jacke he must come speak with the king.

Quoth he, “His grace hath a horse, and I am on foot, therefore will him to come to me; beside that, while I am away, our enemies might come and put my people in hazard, as the Scots did England while our king was in France.”

This one is 1538 - so again he's the wrong age - but his outfit is fun.

“How dares the lamb be so bold with the lion?” quoth the herald.

“Why,” quoth he, “if there be a lion in the field, here is never a cock to fear him; and tell his majestie he might think me a very bad governor that would walk aside upon pleasure, and lead my people in peril. Herald (quoth he), it is written, He that hath a charge must looke to it; and so tell thy lord my king.”

The message being done, the king said: “Truly lords, seeing it will be no other, we will ride up to the emperor of ants, that is so careful in his government at the king’s approach.” Jacke of Newbury and his servants put up all their weapons, and with a joyful cry flung up their caps in token of victory. “Why, how now, my masters (quoth the king), is your wars ended? Let me see where is the lord general of this great campe?”

With that, Jacke of Newberie with all his servants fell on their knees, saying “God save the king of England, whose sight hath put my foes to flight, and brought great peace to the poor labouring people.”

“Trust me (quoth our king), here be prettie fellows to fight against butterflies; I must commend your courage that dares withstand such mighty giants.”

satirical tales of animal 'parliaments' date back to Chaucer and beyond.

“Most dread sovereign (quoth Jacke), not long ago in my conceit I saw the most provident nation of the ants summoned their chief peers to a parliament, which was held in the famous city Dry Dusty, the one and thirtieth day of September; where as, by their wisdoms I was chose their king, at what time also many bills of complaint were brought in against divers ill members in the commonwealth: among whom the mole was attainted of high treason to their state, and therefore was banished for ever from their quiet kingdom: so was the grasshopper and the caterpillar, because they were not only idle, but also lived upon the labours of other men: amongst the rest, the butterfly was very much misliked, but few durst say any thing to him because of his golden apparel:

Jack is referring to the wealthy and influential Thomas Wolsey. Here he is dressed in scarlet, not gold, though.

who through sufferance grew so ambitious and malapert, that the poor ant could no sooner get an egg into her nest but he would have it away, and especially against Easter, which at length was misliked.

This painted ass took snuff in the nose, and assembled a great many other of his own coat, by windy wars to root these painful people out of the land, that he himself might be seated above them all.

“These were proud butterflies,” quoth the king.

“Whereupon I with my men (quoth Jack) prepared ourselves to withstand them till such time as your majesties royal presence put them to flight.”

“Tush (said the king), thou must think that the force of flies is not great.”

“Notwithstanding (quoth Jacke), their gay gowns make poor men afraid.”

“I perceive (quoth Cardinal Wolsey) that you being king of ants, do carry a great grudge to the butterflies.”

“Aye (quoth Jacke) we be as great foes as the fox and the snake are friends, for the one of them being subtle, loves the other for his craft; but now I intend to be no longer a prince, because the majesty of a king hath eclipsed my glory: so that looking like the peacocke on my black feet, makes me abase my vainglorious feathers, and humbly I yield unto his majestic all my sovereign rule and dignity, both of life and goods, casting my weapons at his feet, to doe any service therein his grace shall command me.”

“God a mercy, good Jack (quoth the king), I have often heard of thee, and this morning I mean to visit thy house.”

Thus the king with great delight rode along until he came to the town’s end, where a great multitude of people attended to see his majesty: where also queene Katherine with all her train met him.  Thus with great rejoicing of the commons, the king and queene passed along to this jolly clothier’s house, where the good wife of the house, with threescore maidens attending on her, presented the king with a bee-hive, most richly gilt with gold, and all the bees therein were also gold, curiously made by art,

The idea of representing concepts physically or pictorially as 'emblems' was extremely popular through the sixteenth century. This, from Whitney's 'Choice of Emblemes', shows a part of the complex political emblem that Jack has staged for Henry.

and out of the top of the same hive sprung a flourishing green tree which bore golden apples, and at the root thereof lay divers serpents seeking to destroy it, whom Prudence and Fortitude trod under their feet, holding this inscription in their hands.

Lo here presented to your royall sight,
The figure of a flourishing common-wealth;
Where vertuous subjects labour with delight.
And beat the drones to death which live by stealth.

Ambition, envie, treason, loathsome serpents be,
Which seeke the downfall of this fruitfull tree.
But Lady Prudence, with deepe searching eye.
Their ill intended purpose doth prevent;

And noble fortitude standing always ny,
Disperst their power prepar’d with bade intent.
Thus they are foiled that mount by meanes unmeet.
And so, like slaves, are trodden under feet.

The king favourably accepted this emblem, and receiving it at the woman’s hands, willed Cardinal Wolsey to look thereon, commanding it should be sent to Windsor castle. This cardinal was at that time Lord Chancellor of England, and a wonderful proude prelate, by whose meanes great variance was set betwixt the king of England and the French king, the emperor of Almaine, and divers other princes of Christendome; thereby the trafficke of those merchants was utterly forbidden, which bred a generall woe through England, especially among clothiers; insomuch that having no sale for their cloth, they were faine to put away many of their people which wrought for them, as hereafter more at large be declared.

Then was his majestie brought into a great hall, where foure long tables stood readie covered : and passing through that place, the king and queene came into a fair and large parlour hung about with goodly tapestry, where was a table prepared for his highnesse and the queenes grace; all the floor where the king sat was covered with broad clothes in stead of green rushes; these were choice pieces of the finest wool, of an azure colour, valued at an hundred pound a cloth, which afterward was given to his majestie.

The king being set with the chiefest of his councell about him, after a delicate dinner, a sumptuous banquet was brought in, served all in glasse: the description whereof were too long for me to write and you to reade. The great hall was also filled with lords and knights and gentlemen, who were attended by no other but the servants of the house; the ladies of honour and gentlewomen of the court were all seated in another parlour by themselves, at whose table the maidens of the house did wait in decent sort, the serving-men by themselves, and the pages and footmen by themselves, upon whom the prentices did attend most diligently. During the kings abiding in this place there was no want of delicates: Rhenish wine, claret wine, and sacke, was as plentiful as small ale. Then from the highest to the lowest they were served in such sort as no discontent was found any way, so that great commendations redounded unto the good-man of the house. The lord Cardinal, that of late found himself gall’d by the allegory of the ants, spake in this wise to the king.

If it should please your highnesse (quoth he) but to note the vaine glorie of these artificers, you should find no small cause of dislike in many of their actions : for an instance, the fellow of this house, he hath not stocke this day to undo himselfe, onely to become famous by receiving of your majesty: like Herostratus, the shoemaker, that burned the temple of Diana only to get himself a name; more than for any affection he bears to your grace, as may well be proved by this : Let there be had a simple subsidy levied upon them for the assistance of your highness’ wars or any other weighty affaires of the commonwealth and state of the realm, though it be not the twentieth part of their substance, they will so grudge and repine, that it is wonderful; and like people desperate, cry out, they be quite undone.

My Lord Cardinal, quoth the queene (under correction of my lord the king), I durst lay an hundred pound Jacke of Newberie was never of that minde, nor is not at this instant. If ye aske him I warrant he will say so. My selfe also had a proofe thereof at the Scottish invasion, at what time this man, being feoffed but at sixe men, brought (at his own cost) an hundred and fifty into the field.

I would I had more such subjects, said the king ; and many of so good a minde.

Ho, ho, Harry (quoth Will Sommers),

Will Sommers (born after 1491 - d. 1560)

then had not Empson and Dudley been chronicled for knaves, nor sent to the tower for treason.

But then they had not knowne the paine of imprisonment, quoth our king, who, with their subtlety grieved many others.

But their subtleties was such that it brake their necks, quoth Will Sommers. Whereat the king and queene, laughing heartily, rose from the table; by which time Jacke of Newberie had caused all his folks to go to their work, that his grace and all the nobilitie might see it: so indeed the queen had requested. Then came his highnesse, where he saw an hundred looms standing in one room, and two men working in every one, who pleasantly sung in this sort.

The Weavers Song.

When Hercules did use to spin,
And Pallas wrought upon the loome.
Our trade to flourish did begin,
While conscience went not selling broom.

Then love and friendship did agree
To keep the band of amitie.

When princes sons kept sheep in field,
And queens made cakes of wheaten flower.
Then men to lucre did not yield,
Which brought good cheer in everie bower.

Then love and friendship did agree
To hold the bands of amitie.

But when that giants, huge and high
Did fight with speares like weavers beames,
Then they in iron beds did lie.
And brought poor men to hard extremes.

Yet love and friendship did agree
To hold the bands of amitie.

Ther David tooke his sling and stone.
Not fearing great Goliath’s strength
He pierced his braines and broke the bone,
Though he were fifty foot of length.

For love and friendship, did agree
To hold the bands of amitie.

But while the Greekes besieged Troy,
Penelope apace did spin,
And weavers wrought with mickle joy.
Though little gains were coming in.

For love and friendship. did agree
To hold the bands of amitie.

Had Helen then sate carding wool,
(Whose beauteous face did breed such strife)
Shee had not beene sir Paris trull,
Nor caus’d so many lose their life.

Yet we by love did still agree,
To hold the bands of amitie.

Or had king Priams wanton sonne
Beene making quills with sweet content.
He had not then his friends undone
When he to Greece a gadding went.

For love and friendship did agree
To hold the bands of amitie.

The cedar trees indure more stormes
Than little shrubbs that sprout on hie.
The weavers live more void of harmes
Than princes of great dignitie.

While love and friendship doth agree
To hold the bands of amitie.

The shepherd sitting in the field
Doth tune his pipe with hearts delight
When princes watch with spear and shield
The poor man soundly sleeps all night.

While love and friendship doth agree
To hold the bands of amitie.

 Yet this by proofe is daily tried,
For Gods good gifts we are ingrate,
And no man through the world so wide
Lives well contented with his state.

No love and friendship we can see
To hold the bands of amitie.

Well sung, good fellowes, said our king; light hearts and merrie mindes live long without grey hairs.

But (quoth Will Sommers) seldome without red noses.

Well, said the king, there is a hundred angels to make good cheer withall, and look that every year once you make a feast among your selves, and frankly (every yeare) I give you leave to fetch four buckes out of Donington Parke, without any mans let or controlment.[1]

0, I beseech your grace (quoth Will Sommers) let it be with a condition.

What is that? said our king.

My liege, quoth hee, that although the keeper will have the skins that they may give their wives the hornes.

Go to, said the queene ; thy head is fuller of knaverie than thy purse is of crownes.

The poor workmen humbly thanked his majesty for his bountiful liberality: and ever since it hath been a custom among the weavers, every yeare directly after Bartholomewtide, in remembrance of the kings favour, to meete together and make a merrie feast. His majesty came next among the spinners and carders, who were merrily a-working; whereat Will Sommers fell into a great laughter.

What ayles the foole to laugh? sayd the king.

Marrie (quoth Will Sommers) to see these maidens get their living as birds doe eate their meate.

How is that? said the queene.

By going still backward, quoth Will Sommers; and I will lay a wager, that they that practise so well being maides to go backward will quickly learne ere long to fall backward.

But, sirra, said the Cardinal, thou didst fall forward when thou brokest thy face in master Kingsmiles cellar.

But you, my lord, sate forward (quoth Will Sommers) when you sate in the stocks at Sir Amias Paulets.[2]

Whereat there was greater laughing than before. The king and queene and all the nobilitie heedefully beheld these women, who for the most part were very faire and comely creatures, and were all attired alike from top to toe: then (after due reverence) the maidens in dulcet manner chaunted out this song, two of them singing the dittie, and all the rest bearing the burden.

The Maidens Song.

a possible tune for this ancient ballad, collected by Child

It was a knight in Scotland borne,
Follow my love, come over the strand.
Was taken prisoner and left forlorne
Even by the good earle of Northumberland,

Then was he cast in prison strong,
Follow my love, leape over the strand,
Where he could not walke nor lie along,
Even by the goode earle of Northumberland.

And as in sorrow thus he lay.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
The earl’s sweete daughter walkt that way,
And she the faire flower of Northumberland.

And passing by, like an angell bright.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
This prisoner had of her a sight.
And she the faire flower of Northumberland.

And loud to her this knight did crie,
Follow my love, come over the strand.
The salt teares standing in his eye.
And she the faire flower of Northumberland.

Faire lady, he said, take pity on me.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And let me not in prison dye.
And you the faire flower of Northumberland.

Faire sir, how should I take pity on thee.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
Thou being a foe to our countrey.
And I the faire flower of Northumberland ?

Faire lady, I am no foe, he said.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
Through thy sweet love heere was I stayd.
For thee, the faire flower of Northumberland ?

Why shouldst thou come heere for love of me.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
Having wife and children in the country?
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.

I sweare by the blessed Trinitie,
Follow my love, come over the strand,
I have no wife nor children I,
Nor dwelling at home in merrie Scotland.

If curteously you will set me free.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
I vow that I will marrie thee
So soone as I come in faire Scotland.

Thou shalt be a lady of castles and towers.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
And sit like a queene in princely bowers
When I am at home in faire Scotland.

Then parted hence this lady gay,
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And got her father’s ring away
To helpe this sad knight into faire Scotland.

Likewise much gold she got by sleight.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And all to helpe this forlorne knight
To wend from her father to faire Scotland.

Two gallant steedes both good and able.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
She likewise tooke out of the stable
To ride with this knight into faire Scotland.

And to the jaylor she sent this ring.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
The knight from prison forth to bring.
To wend with her into faire Scotland.

This token set the prisoner free.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
Who straight went to this faire lady
To wend with her into faire Scotland.

A gallant steed he did bestride,
Follow my love, come over the strand,
And with the lady away did ride.
And she the faire flower of Northumberland.

They rode till they came to a water cleare.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
Good sir, how should I follow you heere,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland ?

The water is rough and wonderfull deep,
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And on my saddle I shall not keep.
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.

Feare not the ford, faire lady, quoth he.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
For long I cannot stay for thee,
And thou the faire flower of Northumberland.

The lady prickt her wanton steed.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And over the river swum with speed,
And she the faire flower of Northumberland.

From top to toe all wet was she,
Follow my love, come over the strand;
This have I done for love of thee,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.

Thus rode she all one winters night,
Follow my love, come over the strand,
Till Edenborow they saw in sight.
The chiefest towne in all Scotland.

Now chuse (quoth he), thou wanton flower,
Follow my love, come over the strand.
Where thou wilt be my paramour,
Or get thee home to Northumberland.

For I have wife and children five,
Follow my love, come over the strand.
In Edenborow they be alive,
Then get thee home to faire England.

This favour shalt thou have to boote.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
He have thy horse, go thou on foote.
Go, get thee home to Northumberland.

O, false and faithlesse knight, quoth shee.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And canst thou deale so bad with me,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland ?

Dishonour not a ladies name.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
But draw thy sword and end my shame.
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.

He took her from her stately steed.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And left her there in extreme need.
And she the faire flower of Northumberland.

Then sate she down full heavily,
Follow my love, come over the strand,
At length two knights came riding by.
Two gallant knights of fair England.

She fell down humbly on her knee.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
Saying, Courteous knights, take pittie on me,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.

I have offended my father dear.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And by a false knight that brought me here.
From the good earle of Northumberland.

They tooke her up behind them then.
Follow my love, come over the strand.
And brought her to her father’s againe,
And he the good earle of Northumberland.

All you faire maidens be warned by me.
Follow my love, come over the strand,
Scots were never true, nor never will be,
To lord, nor lady, nor faire England.


After the kings majesty and the queen had heard this song sweetly sung by them, he cast them a great reward : and so departing thence, went to the fulling-mills and dye-house, where a great many were also hard at work ; and his majesty perceiving what a great number of people were by this one man set on work, both admired and commended him: saying, further, that no trade in all the land was so much to be cherished and maintained as this, which, quoth he, may well be called the life of the poor; and as the king returned from this place, with intent to take horse and depart, there met him a great many of children in garments of white silke fringed with gold, their heads crowned with golden bayes, and about their arms each one had a scarf of greene sarcenet fast tied, in their hands they bore silver bowes, and under their girdles golden arrowes.

The foremost of them represented Diana, goddess of chastity, who was attended on by a train of beautiful nymphs,

A costume for Diana: this one dates from a later masque.

and they presented to the king four prisoners. The first was a stern and grisly woman carrying a frowning countenance, and her forehead full of wrinkles, her hair as black as pitch, and her garments all bloody ; a great sword she had in her hand all stained with purple gore ; they called her name Bellona, goddesse of warres,

Statue of Bellona, grim-visaged and crowned with a skull.

who had three daughters : the first of them was a tall woman, so leane and ill favoured that her cheek bones were ready to start out of the skinne, of a pale and deadly colour; her eyes sunke into her head ; her legges so feeble that they could scantly carry the body; all along her arms and hands through the skinne you might tell the sinews, joints and bones; her teeth were very strong and sharp withall; she was so greedy that she was ready with her teeth to teare the skinne from her owne arms her attyre was blacke, and all torne and ragged ; she went barefooted, and her name was Famine. The second was a strong and lusty woman, with a looke pittilesse and unmercifull countenance ; her garments were all made of iron and Steele, and she carried in her hand a naked weapon, and she was called the Sword. The third was also a cruel creature, her eyes did sparkle like burning coales, her hair was like a flame, and her garments like burning brasse; she was so hot that none could stand near her, and they called her name Fire.

Durer imagined War, Death, Famine and Plague as horsemen. Jack (or Deloney?) invents even more terrifying female figures.

After this, they retired againe, and brought unto his highnesse two other personages. Their countenance was princely and amiable, their attyre most rich and sumptuous. The one carried in his hand a golden trumpet, and the other a palme tree : and these were called Fame and Victorie whom the goddesse of Chastity charged to waite upon this famous prince for ever. This done, each childe after other, with due reverence, gave unto his majesty a sweete smelling gillyflower, after the manner of the Persians offering something in token of loyalty and obedience.

Gillyflower (pronounced 'Jillyflower'): a relative of the modern carnation, but much more scented than the florist's variety.

The king and queene beholding the sweete favour and countenance of these children, demanded of Jack of Newberie whose children they were: who answered,
‘It shall please your highnesse to understand that these are the children of poor people that doe get their living by picking of wooll having scant a good meale once in a weeke.’
With that the king began to tell (count) his gilliflowers, whereby he found that there was 96 children.

‘Certainly, said the queene, I perceive God gives as faire children to the poor as to the rich, and fairer many times; and though their diet and keeping be but simple, the blessing of God doth cherish them: therefore,’ said the queene, ‘I will request to have two of them to waite in my chamber.’

‘Faire Katharine,’ said the king, ‘thou and I have jumpt in one opinion, thinking these children fitter for the court than the country:’ whereupon he made choice of a dozen; more, foure he ordained to be pages to his royal person, and the rest hee sent to universities, allotting to every one a gentlemans living. Divers of the noble men did in like sort entertaine some of those children into their services; so that, in the end, not one was left to picke wooll, but were all so provided for that their parents never needed to care for them; and God so blessed them that each of them came to be men of great account and authoritie in the land, whose posterities remain to this day worshipfull and famous.

The king, queene, and nobles, being ready to depart, after great thanks and gifts given to Jacke of Newberie, his majesty would have made him knight; but he meekly refused it, saying, ‘I beseech your grace let me live a poor clothier among my people, in whose maintenance I take more felicitie than in all the vaine titles of gentilitie: for these are the labouring ants whom I seeke to defend, and these be the bees which I keep, who labour in this life, not for ourselves, but for the glory of God, and to do service to our dread sovereigne.’

‘Thy knighthood need be no hindrance of thy facultie,’ quoth the king.

‘0, my dread sovereigne, sayd Jacke, honour and worship may be compared to the lake of Lethe, which makes men forget themselves that taste thereof; and to the end I may still keepe in minde from whence I came, and what I am, I beseech your grace let me rest in my russet coat, a poore clothier to my dying day.’

‘Seeing then,’ said the king, ‘that a man’s minde is a kingdome to himselfe, I will leave thee to the riches of thy owne content, and so farewell.’

The queenes majestic taking her leave of the good wife with a princely kisse, gave her a token of remembrance, a most precious and rich diamond set in gold, about the which was also curiously set six rubies and six emeralds in one piece, valued at nine hundred markes; and so her grace departed.
But in this meane space, Will Sommers kept company among the maides, and betooke himselfe to spinning as they did, which among them was helde as a forfeit of a gallon of wine; but William by no meanes would pay it, except they would take it out in kisses, rating every kisse at a farthing. ‘This payment we refuse for two causes,’ quoth the maides: ‘the one, for that wee esteeme not kisses at so base a rate; and the other, because in so doing we should give as much as you.’

WOW! . . .

May 24, 2011

. . .  stands for ‘World of Wearable Art’ – it’s a museum of clothes in which theatrical costume meets Lady Gaga.  And for some imponderable reason, all this shares space with a Museum of Classic Cars.  The style is wonderfully surreal and joky.

outside the museum

I was a bit dubious, not really being into fashion.  But the first sight of the museum was promising. The car appears to float on water –

this improbable creature reigns by the entrance

the labels are lovingly detailed

This tells us that the glamorous white beauty is an Excalibur.

Model              Four door touring sedan.
Year                 1988.
Engine             350 Chevy V8
Car stylist Brooks Stevens designed the first Excalibur as a show car for Studebaker, using an Avanti engine and a Lark chassis.  When Studebaker pulled the plug on the project, even though the car had been a huge success at the show, his sons decided to set up their own company to produce the neo-classic which was originally based on the 1930 Mercedes-Benz SSK sports car.
. . . a Chevrolet rather than a Studebaker power unit, and all production Excalibur cars have been fitted with Chevrolet Corvette engines, though the Studebaker chassis was retained until 1970.

So it seems as if it’s ‘classic’ in a fairly modern interpretation of the term.  (There’s more on the sign, if you care to enlarge it and read on.)
To my great delight, you are allowed to sit in some of the cars.  Memories of childhood: the smell of leather upholstery, the satisfying complex crunch of the doors closing – part sound, part sensation.   Like a little kid I played at driving – moving the gear stick, holding the wheel, pressing the pedals in.

There was a De Lorean (dolled up as the ‘Back to the Future’ car’), a thirties gangster car (with fake shotgun holes), a ‘before restoration’ example which made the gleaming beauties even more impressive – and too many more to name.
There was also an abandoned black backpack by the entrance door.  I thought – here I am in a temple to American wealth and consumerist display – and there’s a lonely bag just next to me.  But then again, I am in New Zealand.  All those railway station and airport announcements about ‘unattended luggage’ had their sway: I could phone the cops and have it eliminated in one of their ‘controlled explosions’.  Instead, I accosted some mild individuals, just a little way further around the room, who looked glazed.  Next I found a good-looking young man with a tripod, taking sophisticated photos of the cars – yes, it was his bag.  He was amazed to hear that he was doing sinister and scary things with it.  And slightly amused, too, to find the modern world impinging on him, borne by a grey-haired worrier-type.  “We are in Nelson,” he pointed out.  “Not many extremists here.”  I was only slightly abashed – after all, even if there is no threat, making people nervous should perhaps also be avoided.
A tantalising selection of random bits of three different vehicles, and some unreadable labels.  My childish technique of non-composition at work again, I guess.

this one is called a 'Commander' - that's a dummy standing next to it.

All this, and I was less than halfway round.  G. was waiting for me outside – how much can one really try a hosts’s patience?
The WOW! really is amazing – and more and more convincing as you work your way around through it.  The centrepiece is a video screening of the fashion parades that have displayed these pieces over the years – but they are more like athletic/gymnastic/dance shows.  Quite stunning and amazing.  Many of the costumes perform (or represent) ideas derived from myth – animal legends, bird myths, Maori and other cultures – all feature here and are interpreted in extraordinary and challenging ways.

Eos - a bird god

The displays are static – you need movement as well, really, to see how they worked when they were new and fresh.  I couldn’t resist buying a copy of the DVD for my mother, who loves art.

Ornitho-Maia (bird mother) is made of leather - one thinks of Boudicca, or maybe of Britomart again.

Amazingly, the gift shop also sells little bits of the Ornitho-Maia.  It’s like a talisman to have something tactile like that to keep – but how can they possibly do it?  Maybe the designer made a lot of spares? It’s a wonderful small gift shop: full of variety, interest and good taste.

luminous costumes, circling the dark

You are allowed to take photos of the cars but not of the costumes – but I only noticed the sign as I left (having entered in the wrong direction, and exited through the entrance door).  (I must have been fairly disorientated that day). So I had already taken lots of photos.  Anyway, I mentioned this to the lady behind the desk, and she said it was OK.  I don’t know how moral it is to put them up here – but maybe it will bring more visitors to the Museum, rather than fewer. Here are some more:  The annual fashion show of Wearable Art became so popular that it started to swamp Nelson with visitors, and had to be moved away to a larger venue – (possibly Auckland?) – but the Museum remains.

love and marriage in very cold weather

December 6, 2010

I was reading an old story from the 1590s and couldn’t help giggling over the gender politics and the power-play between the two characters.  Cold weather plays a key part – and here we are right now in the UK in the middle of snow and ice – so it seems appropriate to modernise some of the spelling and the grammar, and insert some random pictures, to share chapter one of Thomas Deloney’s Jack of Newbury with you.  I like this story partly because it  shows us a wonderfully civilised alternative to Shakespeare’s ‘Taming of the Shrew’ plot.   Furthermore, in ‘The Winter’s Tale’ we are told that a sad tale is best for winter – Deloney seems to have thought differently. Chapter Two is my next post, and Chapter Three took a while to construct.

THE PLEASANT HISTORY of JOHN WINCHCOMB, In his younger years called Jack of Newbery, the famous and worthy Clothier of England:  CHAPTER I.
In the days of King Henry the eighth, that most noble and victorious Prince, in the beginning of his reign, John Winchcomb, a broadcloth Weaver, dwelt in Newbery, a town in Berkshire: who for that he was a man of a merry disposition, and honest conversation, was wondrous well beloved of rich and poor, especially because in every place where he came, he would spend his money with the best, and was not any time found a churl of his purse. Wherefore being so good a companion, he was called of old and young Jack of Newbery: a man so generally well known in all his country for his good fellowship, that he could go in no place but he found acquaintance; by means whereof, Jack could no sooner get a crown, but straight he found means to spend it: yet had he ever this care, that he would always keep himself in comely and decent apparell, neither at any time would he be overcome in drink, but so discreetly behave himselfe with honest mirth and pleasant conceits, that he was every gentleman’s companion.
After that Jack had long led this pleasant life, being (though he were but poor) in good estimation, it was his masters chance to die, and his dame to be a widow, who was a very comely auncient woman, and of reasonable wealth. Wherefore she, having a good opinion of her man John, committed unto his government the guiding of all her work-folks, for the space of three years together; in which time she found him so carefull and diligent, that all things came forward and prospered wondrous well. No man could entice him from his business all the weeke, by all the intreaty they could use: insomuch that in the end some of the wild youths of the towne began to deride and scoff at him.Doubtless, quoth one, I doubt some female spirit hath inchanted Jack to his treadles, and conjured him within the compass of his loome, that he can stir no further. You say truth, quoth Jack, and if you have the leisure to stay til the charme be done, the space of sixe dayes and five nights, you shall find me readie to put on my holy day apparell, and on Sunday morning for your paines, I will give you a pot of ale over against the Maypole. Nay, quoth another, I’ll lay my life, that as the salamander cannot live without the fire, so Jack cannot live without the smell of his dames smock.

the salamander of myth and legend lived in fire

a real salamander - needless to say, they don't much like fire at all

And I marvel, quoth Jack, that you, being of the nature of the herring (which so soone as he is taken out of the sea, streight dyes), can live so long with your nose out of the pot.

it was widely (and wrongly) believed that herring die unusually quickly once out of water. Anything to do with herring was apparently seen as comic in the sixteenth century.

 Nay, Jack, leave thy jesting, quoth another, and goe along with us, thou shalt not stay a jot. And because I will not stay nor make you a liar (quoth Jack), I’ll keepe me here still: and so, farewell.
Thus then they departed, and after they had for half a score times, tried him to this intent, and saw he would not be led by their lure, they left him to his own will. Nevertheless, every Sunday in the afternoon and every holyday, Jack would keep them companie; and hee as merrie as a pie,

magpie - clever, resourceful, and apparently also cheerful

 and having still good store of money in his purse, one or other would ever be borrowing of him, but never could he get pennie of it againe; which when Jack perceived, he would never after carry above twelve pence at once in his purse, and that being spent, he would streight returne home merrily, taking his leave of the company in this sort.My masters, I thanke you, tis time to pack home.
For he that wants money is counted a mome.
And twelve pence a Sunday being spent in good cheare.
To fifty-two shillings amounts in the yeare.
Enough for a craftsman that lives by his hands,
And he that exceedes it shall purchase no lands.
For that I spend this day, I’ll work harder to morrow.
For woe is that party that seeketh to borrow.
My money doth make me full merry to be,
And without my money none careth for me.
Therefore wanting money, what should I do here.
But haste home, and thanke you for all my good cheere.

Twelve pence to a shilling; twenty shillings to a pound.

Thus was Jack’s good government and discretion noted of the best and substantiallest men of the towne, so that it brought his great commendation, and his dame thought her selfe not a little blest to have such a servant, that was so obedient unto her, and so careful for her profit; for shee had never a prentise that yeelded her more obedience than hee did, or was more dutiful; so that by his good example, hee did as much good as by his diligent labour and travaile; which his singular vertue being noted by the widow, shee began to cast very good countenance to her man John, and to use very much talke with him in private; and first by way of communication, she would tell unto him what suters she had, and the great offers they made her, what gifts they sent her, and the great affection they bare her, craving his opinion in the matter.
When Jack found the favour to be his dame’s secretarie, he thought it an extraordinary kindnesse; and guessing by the yarne it would prove a good web, began to question with his dame in this sort.  Although it becommeth not me your servant to prie into your secrets, nor to be busie about matters of your love; yet for so much as it hath pleased you to use conference with me in those causes, I pray you let me intreat you to know their names that be your suitors, and of what profession they be.
‘Tarrie, John (saith shee), that you shall, and I pray thee take a cushion and sit downe by me.
Dame (quoth hee) I thank you; but there is no reason I should sit on a cushion till I have deserved it. If thou hast not thou mightest have done, said she: but faint souldiers never find favour.
John replied, That makes me indeede to want favour; for I durst not try maydens, because they seeme coy; nor wives, for feare of their husbands; nor widows, doubting their disdainfulnesse.
Tush, John (quoth she), he that feares and doubts womankind cannot be counted mankind: and take this for a principle: all things are not as they seeme. But let us leave this, and proceede to our former matter. My first suitor dwells at Wallingford, his trade a tanner, a man of good wealth, and his name is Craftes, of comely personage, and very good behaviour, a widower, well thought of amongst his neighbours: he hath proper land, a faire house and well furnished, and never a childe in the worlde, and he loves mee passing well.
Why then, dame, quoth John, you were best to have him.
Is that your opinion, quoth she; now trust me so it is not mine; for I find two speciall reasons to the contrary: the one is, that he being over-worne in yeares makes me overloath to love him; and the other that I know one neerer hand.
Believe me, dame (quoth Jack), I perceive store is no sore, and proffered ware is worse by ten in the hundred than that which is sought; but I pray ye who is your second suitor?
John, quoth she, it may seem immodestly in me to bewray my loves secrets; yet seeing thy discretion, and being perswaded of thy secresy, I will show thee. The other is a man of middle yeare, but yet a batchelor, by occupation a taylor, dwelling at Hungerford: by report a very good husband, such a one as hath crownes good store, and to me he professes much good will; for his person he may please any woman.
Aye, dame, quoth John, because he pleaseth you.
Not so, said she, for my eyes are unpartiall judges in that case: and albeit my opinion may be contrary to others, if his art deceive not my eye-sight, he is worthy of a good wife, both for his person and conditions.
Then, trust me, dame (quoth John), forsomuch as you are without doubt of your selfe that you will prove a good wife, and so well persuaded of him, I should thinke you could make no better choise.
Truly, John (quoth she), there is also two reasons that move me not to like of him: the one, that being so long a ranger, he would at home be a stranger; and the other that I like better of one nearer hand.
“Who is that ? quoth Jack. Saith she, the third suitor is the parson of Spinhome land, who hath a proper living; he is of holy conversation and good estimation, whose affection to me is great.
No doubt, dame (quoth John), you may do wondrous well with him, where you shall have no care but to serve God, and to make ready his meate.
Oh John (quoth she), the flesh and the spirit agrees not; for he will be so bent to his booke, that he will have little minde of bed: for one months studying for a sermon, will make him forget his wife a whole yeare.
Truly, dame, (quoth John), I must needs speake in his behalfe, and the rather, for that he is a man of the Church, and your neare neighbor, to whom (as I guesse) you beare the best affection: I doe not thinke that he will be so much bound to his booke, or subject to the spirit, but that he will remember a woman at home or abroad.
Well, John (quoth she), I wis my minde is not that way, for I like better of one nearer at hand.
No marvell (quoth Jack), you are so peremptory, seeing you have so much choise; but I pray you, dame (quoth he), let mee know this fortunate man that is so highly placed in your favour.
John (quoth shee), they are worthy to know nothing, that cannot keep something; that man (I tell thee) must goe namelesse: for he is lord of my love, and king of my desires: there is neither tanner, taylor, nor parson, may compare with him: his presence is a preservative to my health, his sweete smiles my hearts solace, and his words heavenly musike in my eares.
Why, then, dame (quoth John), for your bodies health, your hearts joy, and your eares delight, delay not the time, but entertaine him with a kisse, make his bed next yours, and chop the match in the morning.
Well, quoth she, I perceive thy consent is quickly got to any, having no care how I am matcht, so I be matcht, I wis, I wis, I could not let thee goe so lightly, being loth that any one should have thee, except I could love her as well as my selfe.
I thanke you for your kindnesse and good will, good dame, quoth hee; but it is not wisdome for a young man that can scantily keep himself to take a wife; therefore I hold it the best way to lead a single life; for I have heard say that many sorrows follow marriage, especially where want remains; and besides, it is a hard matter to find a constant woman: for as young maids are fickle, so are old women jealous: the one a grief too common, the other a torment intolerable.
What, John (quoth she), consider that maidens ficklenesse proceedes of vaine fancies, but old womens jealousie of superabounding love, and therefore the more to be borne withall.
But, dame, quoth hee, many are jealous without cause: for is it sufficient for their mistrusting natures to take exceptions at a shadow, at a word, or a look, at a smile, nay, at the twinkle of an eye, which neither man nor woman is able to expell. I knew a woman that was readie to hang her selfe, for seeing but her husbands shirt hang on a hedge with her maides smockes.
I grant that this furie may haunt some (quoth shee), yet there is many other that complaine not without great cause.
Why is there any cause that should make jealousie? quoth John.
Aye, by Saint Mary is there, quoth she: for would it not grieve a woman (being one every way able to delight her husband) to see him forsake her, despise and contemne her, being never so merry as when he is in other company, sporting abroad from morning till noon, from noon till night; and when he comes to bed, if he turn to his wife, it is in such sullenness and wearisome drowsie lameness, that it brings rather lothsomeness than any delight: can you, then, blame a woman in this case to be angrie and displeased? I tell you what, among brute beasts it is a griefe intolerable: for I heard my grandame tell, that the bel-weather of her flocke, fancying one of the eawes above the rest, and seeing Gratis the shepheard abusing her, could by no meanes beare that abuse; but watching opportunity for revenge, on a time found the said shepheard sleeping in the field, and suddenly ran against him in such violent sort, that by the force of his wreathed homes he beat the brains out of the shepheards head and slew him. If, then, a sheepe could not indure that injurie, thinke not that women are so sheepish to suffer it.
Beleeve me (quoth John), if every hornemaker should be so plagued by a horned beast, there should be lesse hornes made in Newberie, by many in a yeare. But, dame (quoth he), to make an end of this prattle, because it is an argument too deepe to bee discussed betweene you and I, you shall heare mee sing an old song, and so wee will depart to supper.
A maiden faire I dare not wed.
For feare to have Acteons head.
A maiden blacke is often proude,
A maiden little will be loud.
A maiden that is high of groath.
They say, is subject unto sloath.
Thus faire or foule, yea, little or tall,
Some faults remaine among them all.
But of all the faults that be.
None is so bad as jealousie.
For jealousie is fierce and fell,
And burnes as hot as fire in hell:
It breeds suspicion without cause,
And breakes the bonds of reason’s lawes.
To none it is a greater foe
Than unto those where it doth grow.
And God keepe me both day and night
From that fell, fond and ugly spright:
For why of all the plagues that be
The secret plague is jealousie.
Therefore I wish all women kind.
Never to beare a jealous minde.
Well said, John (quoth she), thy song is not so true, but thy voyce is as sweete: but seeing the time agrees with our stomackes, though loth, yet will we give over for this time, and betake our selves to our suppers. Then calling the rest of her servants, they fell to their meale merrily, and after supper, the goodwife went abroade for her recreation, to walke awhile to one of her neighbours, and in the meane space John got him up into his chamber, and there began to meditate on this matter, bethinking with himselfe what he were best to doe: for well he perceived that his dames affection was great towards him: knowing, therefore, the womans disposition, and withall that her estate was reasonable good, and considering beside that he should find a house ready furnished, servants readie taught, and all other things for his trade necessarie, he thought it best not to let slip that good occasion, lest he should never come to the like. But again, when he considered her years to be unfitting to his youth, and that she that sometime had been his dame, would (perhaps) disdaine to be governed by him that had been her poor servant, that it would prove but a bad bargain, doubting many inconveniences that might grow thereby, he therefore resolved to be silent, rather than to proceed further: wherefore he got him straight to bed, and the next morning settled himself close to his business. His dame coming home, and hearing that her man was gone to bed, took that night but small rest, and early in the morning hearing him up at his work merrily singing, she by and by arose, and in seemly sort attyring her self, she came into the work-shop and sat her down to make quills.
Quoth John, good morrow, dame, how doe you to day?
God a mercie, John (quoth she), even as well as I may; for I was sore troubled in my dreames; me thought two doves walked together in a corn field. the one (as it were) in communication with the other, “without regard of pecking up any thing to sustain themselves; and after they had with many nods spent some time to their content, they both fell hard, with their prettie bills, to pecke up the scattered corne left by the wearie reapers’ hand.

She is describing pigeons mating.

At length (finding them- selves satisfied) it chanced another pigeon to light in that place, with whom one of the first pigeons at length kept companie; and after, returning to the place where she left her first companion, perceiving he was not there, she kindly searching up and down the high stubble to find him, lighted at length on a hog fast asleep, wherewith, me thought, the poor dove was dismaid, that presently she fell down in a trance. I, seeing her legges faile and her wings quiver, yielding her self to death, moved with pittie, ran unto her, and thinking to take up the pigeon, me thought I had in my hands my owne heart, wherein me thought an arrow stuck so deep, that the blood trickled down the shaft, and lay upon the feathers like the alder pearled dew on the green grass, which made me to weep most bitterlie; but presently me thought there came one to me crowned like a queene, who told my heart would die except in time I got some of that sleeping hog’s grease to heal the wounds thereof; whereupon I came in all haste to the hog, with my heart bleeding in my hand, who (me thought) grunted at me in most churlish sort, and vanisht out of my sight; whereupon coming straight home, me thought I found this pig rustling among my goodes, wherewith I presently awaked, suddainely after midnight, being all in a sweat and very ill: and I am sure you could not choose but hear me groan.
Trust me, dame, I heard you not (quoth John), I was so sound a-sleep.
And thus (quoth she) a woman may die in the night before you will have the care to see what she ailes, or aske what she lackes; but truly, John (quoth she), all is one, for if thou shouldest have come, thou couldest not have got in, because my chamber doore was lockt; but while I live, this shall teach me wit, for henceforth I will have no other locke but a latch, till I am married.
Then, dame (quoth he), I perceive though you be curious in your choice, yet at length you will marrie.
I, truely (quoth she), so thou wilt not hinder mee.
Who I? quoth John; on my faith, dame, not for a hundred pounds; but rather will further you to the uttermost of my power.
Indeed (quoth she), thou hast no reason to shew any discourtesie to me in that matter, although some of our neighbours doe not stick to say that I am sure to thee alreadie.
If it were so (quoth John), there is no cause to denie it or to be ashamed therof, knowing my selfe far unworthy of so high a favour. Well, let this talk rest, quoth shee, and take there thy quills, for it is time for me to go to market. Thus the matter rested for two or three days, in which space she daily devised which way she might obtain her desire, which was to marrie her man; many things came in her head, and sundrie sleights in her minde, but none of them did fit her fancy, so that she became wondr’ous sad, and as civill as the nine Sibyls: and in this melancholie humour she continued three weeks or a month, till at last it was her lucke upon a Bartholomew day (having a fayre in the towne) to spy her man John give a pair of gloves to a proper maid for a fayring, which the mayden with a bashfull modestie kindely accepted, and requited it with a kisse; which kindled in her an inward jealousie: but notwithstanding very discreetly she covered it, and closely passed along unspied of her man or the maide.

Patron saint of printers, St Bartholomew's Day was in August, and an occasion for a holiday and fair.

She had not gone farre but she met with one of her suitors, namely, the tayler, who was very fine and briske in his apparell, and needes would bestow wine upon the widow, and after some faint denial, meeting with a gossip of hers, to the taverne they went, which was more courtesie than the tayler could ever get of her before, showing her self very pleasant and merrie; and finding her in such a pleasing humour, the tayler, after a new quart of wine, renewed his olde suit. The widow with patience heard him, and gently answered, that in respect of his great good will long time borne unto her, as also in regard of his gentlenesse, cost and curtesie at that present bestowed, she would not flatly denie him. Therefore (quoth she), seeing this is not a place to conclude of such matters, if I may intreate you to come to my poor house on Thursday next, you shall be heartily welcome, and be further satisfied of my mind: and thus preferred to a touch of her lips, he payde the shot and departed. The taylor was scant out of sight, when she met with the tanner; who, albeit he was aged, yet lustily he saluted her, and to the wine she must, there was no nay. The widow, seeing his importunacie, called her gossip, and along they walked together. The old man called for wine plentie, and the best cheere in the house; and in heartie manner he bid the widowe welcome. They had not sitten long, but in comes a noyse of musitians in tawny coats, who (putting off their caps) asked if they would have any musicke.
The widow answered no, they were merrie enough.
Tut, quoth the olde man, let us heare, good fellowes, what ye can doe, and plaie me The Beginning of the World.

A lewd innuendo: this tune, also known as 'Sellenger's Round' accompanies a dance where the couple approach each other and then move further away repeatedly.

Alas ! quoth the widow, you had more need to hearken to the ending of the world.
Why, widow, quoth he, I tell thee the beginning of the world was the begetting of children; and if you find me faultie, send for the sexton. He had no sooner spoke the word, but the parson of Speen with his corner cap popt in at the dore, who, seeing the widow sitting at the table, craved pardon, and came in.
Quoth she, for want of the sexton, here is the priest if thou need him.
Mary (quoth the tanner), in good time; for by this meanes wee need not go farre to be married.
Sir, quoth the parson, I shall doe my best in convenient place.
Wherein? quoth the tanner.
To wed her my selfe, quoth the parson.
Nay, soft, sayd the widow, one swallow makes not a sommer, nor one meeting a marriage; as I lighted on you unlookt for, so came I hither unprovided for the purpose.
I trust, quoth the tanner, you came not without your eyes to see, your tongue to speak, your ears to hear, your hands to feel, nor your legs to go.
I brought my eyes, quoth she, to discern colours; my tongue, to say no to questions I like not; my hands, to thrust from me the things that I love not; my ears, to judge twixt flattery and friendship; and my feet, to run from such as would wrong me.
Why, then, quoth the parson, by your gentle abiding in this place, it is evident that here are none but such as you like and love.
God forbid I should hate my friends (quoth the widow), whom I take all these in this place to be.
But there is divers sorts of love, quoth the parson.
You say truth, quoth the widow; I love your selfe for your profession, and my friend the tanner for his courtesie and kindnesse, and the rest for their good company.
Yet (quoth the parson), for the explaining of your love, I pray you, drinke to him you love best in the companie.
Why (quoth the tanner), have you any hope of her love?
Believe me (saith the parson), as much as another.
Why, then, parson, sit down, said the tanner; for, you that are equal with me in desire, shall surely be half with me in the shot: and so, widow, on Gods name, fulfil the parsons request.
Seeing (quoth the widow), you are so pleasantly bent, if my courtesie might not breed contention between you, and that I may have your favour to show my fancie, I will fulfill your request.
Quoth the parson, I am pleased howsoever it be.
And I, quoth the tanner.
Why, then (quoth she), with this cup of claret wine and sugar, I heartily drink to the minstrels boy.
Why, is it he you love best? quoth the parson.
I have reason, said she, to like and love them best that will be least offended with my doings.
Nay, widow (quoth they), we meant you should drinke to him whom you loved best in the way of marriage.
Quoth the widow, you should have said so at first; but, to tell you my opinion, it is small discretion for a woman to disclose her secret affection in an open assembly: therefore, if to that purpose you spake, let me entreat you both to come home to my house on Thursday next, where you shall be heartily welcome, and there be fully resolved of my mind: and so with thanks at this time. I’ll take my leave. The shot being paid and the musitians pleased, they all departed, the tanner to Wallingford, the parson to Speen, and the widow to her own house; where in her wonted solemnesse she settled her self in her business.

Against Thursday, she dressed her house fine and brave, and set her selfe in her best apparel: the taylor, nothing forgetting his promise, sent to the widow a good fat pig and a goose. The parson, being as mindful as he, sent to her house a couple of fat rabbits and a capon; and the tanner came himself, and brought a good shoulder of mutton, and half a dozen chickens; beside he brought a good gallon of sack, and half a pound of the best sugar. The widow received this good meat, set her maid to dress it incontinent, and when dinner time drew near, the table was covered, and every other thing provided in convenient and comely sort.

At length the guests being come, the widow bade them all heartily welcome. The priest and the tanner, seeing the taylor, mused what he made there; the taylor, on the other side, marvelled as much at their presence. Thus looking strangely one at another, at length the widow came out of the kitchen, in a faire traine gowne stucke full of silver pinnes, a fine white cap on her head, with cuts of curious needle worke under the same, and an apron before her as white as the driven snow: then very modestly making curtsie to them all, she requested them to sit down, but they straining curtesie the one with. the other, the widow with a smiling countenance took the parson by the hand, saying: Sir, as you stand highest in the church, so is it meete you should sit highest at the table, and therefore I pray you sit downe there on the bench side; and, sir, said she to the tanner, as age is to be honoured before youth for their experience, so are they to sit above batchelors for their gravitie; and so she set him downe on this side the table, over against the parson. Then coming to the taylor, she said: Batcheler, though your lot be the last, your welcome is equal with the first; and seeing your place points out it selfe, I pray you take a cushion and sit down. And now (quoth shee), to make the board equall, and because it hath been an old saying, that three things are to small purpose if the fourth be away; if so it may stand with your favour, I will call in a gossip of mine to supplie this voide place.
With a good will, quoth they.
With that, she brought in an olde woman with scant ever a good tooth in her head, and placed her right against the bachelor; then was the meat brought to the board in due order by the widows servants, her man John being chiefest servitor. The widow sate down at the tables end between the parson and the tanner, who in very good sort carved meat for them all, her man John waiting on the table.

After they had sitten a while and well refreshed themselves, the widow, taking a crystal glasse filled with claret wine, drank unto the whole companie, and bade them welcome. The parson pledged her, and so did all the rest in due order; but still in their companie the cup passed over the poor old woman’s nose: insomuch that at length the old woman (in a merie vein) spake thus unto the companie: I have had much good meate among you, but as for the drink, I can nothing commend it.
Alas ! good gossip (quoth the widow), I perceive no man hath drunke to thee yet.
No, truly, quoth the old woman; for churchmen have so much mind of young rabbets, old men such joy in young chickens, and batchelors in pigs flesh take such delight, that an old sow, a tough henne, or a gray cony, are not accepted: and so it is seene by me, else I should have been better remembred.
Well, olde woman, quoth the parson, take here the leg of a capon to stay thy mouth.
Now, by Saint Anne, I dare not, quoth she.
Not? wherefore? said the parson.
Marrie, for feare lest you should goe home with a cruch, quoth she.
The taylor sayd, then taste here a peece of goose.
Now, God forbid, sayd the olde woman; let goose goe to his kinde: you have a young stomacke, eat it your selfe, and much good may it doe your heart, sweet young man.
The old woman lacks most of her teeth, quoth the tanner, and therefore a peece of tender chicke is fittest for her.
If I did lacke as many of my teeth, quoth the old woman, as you lacke points of good husbandrie, I doubt I should starve before it were long. At this the widow laught heartily, and the men were stricken into such a dumpe, that they had not a word to say. Dinner being ended, the widow with the rest rose from the table, and after they had sitten a prittie while merrily talking, the widow called her man John to bring her a bowl of fresh ale, which he did.
Then said the widow: My masters, now for your courtesie and cost I heartily thank you all, and as requitall of all your favour, love and good will, I drink to you, giving you free libertie when you please to depart.
At these words, her suitors looked so sourly one upon another, as if they had been newly champing of crabs,


not crabs but sour crab apples

which, when the taylor heard, shaking up himself in his new russet jerkin, and setting his hat on one side, he began to speak thus. I trust, sweet widow (quoth he), you remember to what end my coming was hither to day. I have long time been a suitor unto you, and this day you promised to give me a direct answer.
Tis true, quoth she, and so I have; for your love I give you thanks, and when you please you may depart.
Shall I not have you? said the taylor.
Alas! (quoth the widow) you come too late.
Good friend (quoth the tanner), it is manners for young men to let their elders be served before them: to what end should I be here if the widow should have thee; a flat deniall is meet for a saucie suitor: but what saiest thou to me, faire widow ? (quoth the tanner).
Sir, said she, because you are so sharp set, I would wish you as soon as you can to wed. Appoint the time your selfe, quoth the tanner.
Even as soon (quoth she) as you can get a wife; and hope not after mee, for I am already promised.
Now, tanner, you may take your place with the tayler, quoth the parson, for indeede the widow is for no man but my selfe.
Master parson (quoth she), many have runne neere the goale, and yet lost the game, and I cannot help it though your hope be in vaine; besides, parsons are but newly suffered to have wives, and for my part I will have none of the first head.
What (quoth the taylor), is your merriment growne to this reckoning; I never spent a pig and a goose to so bad a purpose before; I promise you when I came in I verily thought that you were invited by the widow to make her and me sure together, and that the jolly tanner was brought to bee a witness to the contract, and the old woman fetcht me for the same purpose: else I would never have put up with so many drie bobs at her hands.
And surely, quoth the tanner, I knowing thee to be a taylor, did assuredly thinke that thou wast appointed to come and take measure for our wedding apparell.
But now we are all deceived, quoth the parson, and therefore as we came fooles, so we may depart hence like asses.
That is as you interpret the matter, said the widow; for I ever doubting that a concluding answer would breed a fire in the end among you every one, I thought it better to be done at one instant, and in mine owne house, than at sundry times and in common taverns; and as for the meat you sent, as it was unrequested of me, so had you your part thereof, and if you thinke good to take home the remainder, prepare your wallets, and you shall have it.
Nay, widow, quoth they, although we have lost our labours, we have not altogether lost our manners; that which you have, keep, and God send to us better luck, and to you your hearts desire, and with that they departed.

The widow, being glad she was thus rid of her guests, when her man John with all the rest sat at supper, she sitting in a chair nearby, spake thus unto them. Well, my masters, you saw that this day your poore dame had her choise of husbands, if she had listed to marrie, and such as would have loved and maintained her like a woman.
Tis true, quoth John, and I pray God you have not withstood your best fortune.
Trust me (quoth she), I know not but I have; I may thanke mine owne foolish fancie.

Thus it past on from Bartholomewtide till it was neere Christmas, at what time the weather was so wonderfull colde, that all fast running rivers round about the towne were frozen very thicke. The widow, being very loth any longer to lie without companie, in a cold winters night made a great fire, and sent for her man John: having also prepared a chair and a cushion, she made him sit down therein, and sending for a pint of good sack, they both went to supper.

In the end bed time comming on, she caused in a merriment to pluck off his hose and shoes, and caused him to be laid in his masters best bed, standing in the best chamber, hung round about with very faire curtaines. John, being thus preferred, thought himselfe a gentleman, and lying soft, after his hard labour and a good supper, quickly fell asleepe.


Jack must have felt like Sly, the tinker from ‘The Taming of the Shrew’

About midnight, the widow being cold on her feet, crept into her mans bed to warm them. John, feeling someone lift up the clothes, asked who was there.
Good John, it is I, quoth the widow; the night is so extreme cold, and my chamber walls so thin, that I am like to be starved in my bed; wherefore rather than I would any way hazzard my health, I thought it much better to come hither and trie your curtesie, to have a little roome beside you.

John, being a kinde young man, would not say her nay, and so they spent the rest of the night both together in one bed. In the morning betime she rose up and made her self ready, and willed her man John to run and fetch her a linke with all speede: For, quoth she, I have earnest businesse to doe this morning. Her man did so; which done, she made him to carry the linke before her, until she came to Saint Bartholomews chapel, where sir John the priest with the clerk and sexton stoode waiting for her. John, quoth she, turne into the chappell, for before I goe further, I will make my prayers to Saint Bartholomew, so shall I speed the better in my businesse. When they were come in, the priest according to his order came to her, and asked where the bridesgroome was.
Quoth she, I thought he had been here before me. Sir (quoth she), I will sit downe and say over my beads, and by that time he will come. John mused at this matter, to see that his dame should so suddenly be married, and he hearing nothing thereof before. The widow rising from her prayers, the priest told her that the bridegroom was not yet come.
Is it true? quoth the widow; I promise you I will stay no longer for him, if he were as good as George a Green, and therefore dispatch, quoth shee, and marrie mee to my man John.
Why, dame (quoth he), you do but jest,
I trowe. John (quoth she), I jest not, for I mean it shall bee; and stand not strangely, but remember that you did promise me on your faith not to hinder me when I came to the church to be married, but rather to set it forward; therefore set your link aside, and give me your hand, for none but you shall be my husband. John, seeing no remedy, consented, because he saw the matter could not otherwise be amended; and married they were presently. When they were come home, John entertained his dame with a kisse; which the other servants seeing, thought him something saucie. The widow caused the best cheer in the house to be set on the table, and to breakfast they went, causing her new husband to be set in a chair at the tables end, with a faire napkin laid on his trencher; then she called out the rest of her servants, willing them to sit down and take part of their good cheer. They, wondering to see their fellow John sit at the tables end in their old masters chair, began heartily to smile, and then openly laughed at the matter, especially because their dame so kindly sate by his side; which she perceiving, asked if that were all the manners they could show before their master: I tell you, quoth she, he is my husband, for this morning wee were married, and therefore hence forward looke you acknowledge your duty towards him.
The folks looked one upon another, marvelling at this strange newes, which when John perceived, he said: My masters, muse not at all, for although by God’s providence and your dames favour, I am preferred from being your fellow to be your master, I am not thereby so much puffed up in pride, that any way I can forget my former estate; notwithstanding, seeing I am now to hold the place of a master, it shall be wisdom in you to forget what I was, and to take me as I am; and in doing your diligence, you shall have no cause to repent that God made me your master. The servants, hearing this, as also knowing his good government before time past their yeares with him in dutifull manner.

The next day the report was over all the town that Jack of Newberie had married his dame, so that when the woman walked abroad every one bad God give her joy; some said that she was matcht to her sorrow, saying that so lusty a young man as he would never love her, being so ancient. Whereupon the woman made answer, that she would take him down in his wedding shoes, and would try his patience in the prime of his lustiness: whereunto many of her gossips did likewise encourage her. Every day, therefore, for the space of a month after she was married, it was her ordinary custom to go forth in the morning among her gossips and acquaintance to make merry, and not to return home till night, without any regard of her household, of which, at her coming home, her husband did very oftentimes admonish her in very gentle sort, showing what great inconvenience would grow thereby: the which sometime she would take in gentle part, and sometime in disdaine, saying:
I am now in very good case, that he which was my servant but the other day will now be my master; this it is for a woman to make her foote her head. The day hath beene when I might have gone forth when I would, and come in againe when it had pleased me, without controlement; and now I must bee subject to every Jacks checke. I am sure (quoth shee) that by my gadding abroad and careless spending I waste no goods of thine. I, pitying thy povertie, made thee a man and master of the house, but not to the end I would become thy slave. I scorn, I tell thee true, that such a youngling as thy self should correct my conceit and give me instructions, as if I were not able to guide my self; but yfaith, yfaith, you shall not use me like a babe, nor bridle me like an ass: and seeing my going abroad grieves thee, where I have gone forth one day I will go abroad three, and for one hour I will stay five.
Well (quoth her husband), I trust you will be better advised: and with that he went from her about his business, leaving her sweating in her fustian furies.

Thus the time past on, till on a certain day she had been abroad in her wonted manner and staying forth very late, he shut the doors and went to bed. About midnight she comes to the door and knocks to come in: to whom he, looking out of the window, answered in this sort.
Wife, is it you that keep such a knocking? I pray you get hence, and request the constable to provide you a bed, for this night you shall have no lodging here.
I hope, quoth she, you will not shut me out of doors like a dog, or let me lie in the streets like a strumpet.
Whether like a dog or drab, quoth hee, all is one to me, knowing no reason but that as you have stayed out all day for your delight, so you may lie forth all night for my pleasure; both birds and beasts, at the nights approach, prepare to their rest, and observe a convenient time to return to their habitation; look but upon the poor spider, the frog, the fly, and every other silly worm, and you shall see all these observe time to return to their homes; and if you, being a woman, will not doe the like, content your self to bear the brunt of your own folly, and so farewell.

The woman, hearing this, made piteous moan, and in very humble sort intreated him to let her in, and to pardon this offence, and while she lived vowed never to do the like. Her husband at length being moved with pity towards her, slipt on his shoes, and came down in his shirt: the door being opened, in she went quaking, and as he was about to lock it again, in very sorrowful manner she said: Alacke, husband, what hap have I, my wedding ring was even now in my hand, and I have let it fall about the door; good sweet John, come forth with the candle, and help me to seek it.
The man incontinent did so, and while he sought for that which was not there to be found, she whipt into the house, and quickly clapping to the door, she lockt her husband out: he stood calling with the candle in his hand to come in, but she made as if she heard not. Anon she went up into her chamber, and carried the key with her; but when he saw she would not answer, he presently began to knock as loud as he could at the door. At last, she thrust her head out at the window, saying: Who is there?
Tis I, quoth John; what mean you by this? I pray you come down and open the door that I may come in.
What, sir, quoth she, is it you? Have you nothing to do but dance about the streets at this time of night, and like a spirit of the Butterie hunt after crickets? Are you so light that the house cannot hold you?
Nay, I pray thee, sweet heart, quoth he, do not gybe any longer, but let me in.
Ah, sir, remember, quoth she, how you stood even now at the window, like a judge on the bench, and in taunting sort, kept me out of my own house. How now, Jack, am I even with you I. What, John, my man, were you so lusty to lock your dame out of doors? Sirra, remember you bade me go to the constable to get lodging, now you have leisure to try if his wife will prefer you to a bed, you, sir sauce, that made me stand in the cold till my feet did freeze, and my teeth chatter, while you stood preaching of birds and beasts; telling me a tale of spiders, flies, and frogs: go try now if any of them will be so friendly to let thee have lodging. Why go you not, man? Fear not to speak with them; for I am sure you shall find them at home: think not they are such ill husbands as you, to be abroad at this time of night.

With this, John’s patience was greatly moved, insomuch that he deeply swore that if she would not let him in, he would break down the door.
Why, John, quoth shee, you neede not be so hot, your clothing is not so warm; and because I think this will be a warning unto ye against another time, how you shut me out of my house, catch, there is the key; come in at thy pleasure, and look thou go to bed to thy fellows, for with me thou shalt not lie to night. With that, she clapt to the casement, and got her to bed, locking the chamber door fast. Her husband, that knew it was in vaine to seeke to come into her chamber, and being no longer able to endure the cold, got him a place among his apprentices, and there slept soundly. In the morning his wife rose betime, and merrily made him a cawdle, and bringing it up to his bed, asked him how he did.

A cawdle for a sick body. Take lemmon posset drink and thicken it with the yolks of eggs, and sweeten it with sugar.

Quoth John, Troubled with a shrew, who the longer she lives the worse she is: and as the people of Illyria kill men with their lookes, so she kills her husbands heart with untoward conditions. But trust me, wife, quoth he, seeing I find you of such crooked qualities, that (like the spider) ye turn the sweet flowers of good counsell into venomous poison, from henceforth I will leave you to your own wilfulness, and neither vex my minde, nor trouble my self to restrain you: the which if I had wisely done last night, I had kept the house in quiet, and my selfe from cold.
Husband (quoth shee), think that women are like starlings, that will burst their gall before they will yield to the fowler:

I haven't managed to track down this belief about starlings

or like the fish scolopendra, that cannot be touched without danger notwithstanding:

Scolopendra: this isn't what he means - but it's a great picture anyway

as the hard Steele doth yield to the hammers stroke, being used to his kind, so will women in their husbands, where these are not too much curst: and seeing ye have sworn to give me my will, I vow likewise that my wilfulnesse shall not unkind you. I tell you, husband, the noble nature of women is such, that for their loving friends they will not stick (like the pellican) to pierce their own hearts to do them good:

Self-sacrifice: the myth is that a pelican will peck its own flesh to feed its young

a real pelican - superb in flight

and therefore forgiving each other all injuries past, having also tried one another’s patience, let us quench these burning coals of contention with the sweete juice of a faithfull kisse, and shaking hands, bequeath all anger to the eating up of this cawdle. Her husband courteouslie consented: and after this time, they lived long together, in most goodly, loving and kind sort, till in the end she dyed, leaving her husband wondrous wealthy.

Some notes I couldn’t quite make myself delete – you might find them interesting.

[1]  The salamander became a symbol of enduring faith.  Coincidentally, the legendary salamander was also associated with weaving: A 12th-century letter supposedly from Prester John says, “Our realm yields the worm known as the salamander. Salamanders live in fire and make cocoons, which our court ladies spin and use to weave cloth and garments. To wash and clean these fabrics, they throw them into flames.”

[2]  Myths about herring cut two ways: one group claims sudden death out of water, another group claims unexpected endurance.  Generally, though, referring to herring in the sixteenth century invokes a range of jokes and clowning

[5] a mischievous and greedy spirit, found in taverns where the landlord is dishonest or ungrateful.  They can eat the entire contents of a larder in one night.  The reference to crickets is a mystery to me so far.

[6] A soothing lemon & egg drink.  The Cooks Guide: Or, Rare Receipts for Cookery, 1654
A cawdle for a sick body.  Take lemmon posset drink and thicken it with the yolks of eggs, and sweeten it with sugar.
Lemon posset involves cream, sugar and lemon juice – see

[7] reported in Aulus Gellius, Attic Nights 9:4

[8] Not the modern scorpion, but a mythical sea-creature, reputed to be able to disgorge its bowels to dislodge any fishing-hook. Mentioned by Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, II.xii:
Spring-headed Hydraes, and sea-shouldring Whales, / Great whirlpooles, which all fishes make to flee, / Bright Scolopendraes, arm’d with siluer scales, / Mighty Monoceroses, with immeasured tayles.

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