minstrel: Be pes! Ye make me spill my ale!

[Martha Krieg]

Eureka, my fine friends!
 From the CD booklet from Salacious Chansons and other Renaissance 
Ribaldry (New York Ensemble for Early Music's "Gleemen")  Musical 
Heritage Society

Be peace! Ye make me spill my ale!
No think ye this is a fair ray?
Let go, I say!
Straw for your tale!
Leff work a twentyadevil away!
Ween ye that ev'rybody list to play?
Abid a while!
What have ye haste?
I trow for you great affray,
Ye will not make too huge a waste.
After assay then may ye wit;
Why blame ye me without offence?
Iwis, wanton, ye shall not yet!
Ah, can yet that? Now, good, go hence!
What do you here within our spence?
Reck ye not to make us shend?
I would not yet for forty pence
My mother come in, ere that ye wend.
Come, kiss me! Nay! By God, ye shall!
By Christ, I nill, what says the man?
Ye hurt my leg against the wall;
Is this the gentry that ye can?
Take to give all, and be still then!
Now ye have laid me on the floor;
But had I wist when ye began,
By Christ, I would have shut the door.
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Martha Krieg   mkrieg at rc.net  in Michigan