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Til he so nigh was, er she might espie,
That it had ben to late for to crie:
And shortly for to say, they were at on. 4195
Now play Alein, for 1 wol speke of John.
This John lithstill a furlong way or two,
Vet has my felaw somwhat for his harme;
I flial be h'alden a daffe or a cokenay:
■$•. 4lo5. a colenayl That this is a term of contempt, borrowed originally from the kitchen, is very probable. A cook, in the bate Latinity, was called coquinator and coquinariut, from either of which coienay might easily be derived. In P. P. sol. IS, b.;
And yet I fay by my stiulc I have no salt hacon,
It seems to signify a cook. And so, perhaps, inTheTurnament of Tottenham, Anc. Poet. t. ii. p. 14;
At that feast were they served in rich array i
Every five and five had a cokeney.
That is, I suppose, a cook or scullion, to attend them. In
those rhymes ascribed to Hugh Bigot which Camden has published, Brit. Col. 451, (upon what authority I know not)
Were 1 in my callle of Bungey
Upun the river us Waveney,
I would nc care for the King of Cichenty.
The author, in calling London Cockcney, might possibly allude to that imaginary country of idleness and luxury which was anciently known by the name of Cokxigne or Cocngne, a name which Uickes has shewn to be derived froin coquir.a,
I wol arise and auntre it by my fay:
And up he rose, and foftely he went
And bare it soft unto his beddes fete.
Cr. A. S. p. 131. Me has there published an excellent description of the country of Cokaigne in old Englith verse, but probably translated/rom the French -, at least the French have had the same sable among them, for Boileau plainly alludes to it, fat. vi.;
Paris eft pour un riche un pais dc Cocagnt. The festival of La Cocagna at Naples, described by Keyjltrt ». ii. p. 369, appears to have the fame foundation. It probably commenced under the Norman government. There is a mockheroick poem in the Sicilian dialect entitled La Cuuagna Con* quijlata, by Gio. Battifta Basili, Palerm. 16-4, in which A* description oU'alma cilta di Cttccagna begins thus;
Sedi Cuccagna sutta Una montagna
Ivi surmaggiu grattatu, et tiavi in cjma
Bi nanartlni ana cauaara siagaa.
Andtith f ul still, and wold han caught a flepe. 4225
This joly lif han these two cletkes lad 4230
Til that the thridde cok began to sing.
But evermo wher so I go or rid«
Thou st.alt a cake of half a bushel find
Alein uprist, and thought er that it daw
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1 wot wel by the cradcl I have misgo;
Here lith the miller and his wif also.
And forth he goth a twenty divel way 4*55
Unto the bed, ther as the miller lay.
He wend have cropen by his felaw John,
And by the miller in he crept anon,
And caught him by the nekke, and gan him shake,
And sayd, Thou John, thou swineflied, awake 4260
For Cristes saule, and here a noble game;
ForTay that lord that called is Scint Jame,
As I have thries as in this short night
Kwived the millers doughter bolt upright
While thou hast as a coward ben agast. 4205
Ye, false harlot, quod the miller, hast? A, false traitour, false clerk, (quod he) Thou shalt be ded by Goddes dignitee, Who dorste be so bold to disparage Mydoughter, that is come of fwiche linage. 4270 And by the thrpte-bolle he caught Altin, And he him hent despitoufly again, And on the nose he smote him with his fist; Doun ran the blody streme upon his brest: And in the flore with nose and mouth to-broke 4175 They walwe, as don two pigges in a poke. And up they gon, and doun again anon, Til that the miller sporned at a ston, .. ,.; And doun he fell backward upon his wif, That wiste nothing of this nice strif: 4280
For flie was fall aslepe a litel wight
Awake, Simond, the fend is on me fall;
For at an hole in shone the mone bright,
She wend the clerk had wered a volupere,