The document tells a story about an apprentice named Perkin Reveler who loved to party, gamble, and spend time at the tavern instead of focusing on his work. His master grew frustrated with Perkin's behavior and the financial losses it caused. One day, the master decided to fire Perkin, citing a proverb about rotten apples spoiling the barrel. Perkin left to continue his revelry, sending his belongings to a fellow gambler.
The document tells a story about an apprentice named Perkin Reveler who loved to party, gamble, and spend time at the tavern instead of focusing on his work. His master grew frustrated with Perkin's behavior and the financial losses it caused. One day, the master decided to fire Perkin, citing a proverb about rotten apples spoiling the barrel. Perkin left to continue his revelry, sending his belongings to a fellow gambler.
The document tells a story about an apprentice named Perkin Reveler who loved to party, gamble, and spend time at the tavern instead of focusing on his work. His master grew frustrated with Perkin's behavior and the financial losses it caused. One day, the master decided to fire Perkin, citing a proverb about rotten apples spoiling the barrel. Perkin left to continue his revelry, sending his belongings to a fellow gambler.
Learning the victuals trade. He was as brown As any berry. Blithely he'd cavort Like a finch in the wood. Well-built and short, With locks coal black and very neatly kept, At dancing he so well, so blithely leapt, That he was known as Perkin Reveler. He was as full of love, this victualer, As is the beehive full of honey sweet, And lucky were the wenches he would meet. At every wedding he would sing and hop; He loved the tavern better than the shop. When there was a procession in Cheapside, Out of the shop immediately he hied, And till he'd seen it all, and took a turn At dancing, he would not again return; And there would gather many of his sort To dance and sing and otherwise disport; And they would make appointments too to meet And play at dice at such-and-such a street, For there was no apprentice in the town Who better rattled dice and threw them down Than Perkin Reveler. And he was free In what he spent--his master easily Had learnt this in the shop, for that is where He often found his box completely bare. For surely when a prentice takes to vice Like parties, paramours, and games of dice, His master in the shop shall be the one Who pays though having no part in the fun. Although a prentice play guitar or fiddle, Theft and riotous living differ little; Truth and revel, in one of low degree, Will always be at odds, as men may see. Now with his master this blithe lad remained Until in victuals nearly fully trained, Though often chided--more than once he made The trip to Newgate while musicians played. Then finally one day his master thought, When Perkin his indenture paper sought, About an old proverb, the words that say: "A rotten apple's better thrown away Before it spoils the barrel." That is true When dealing with a bad apprentice too; Less harm is done to let him go apace Before he ruins all others in the place. But the master thought that the best idea was chastise him, One day the master gave him the day off, And as was his custom he went to the tavern, that day he seen a gorgeous girl, she had never gone to the tavern,
Perkin asked people but no one knew, who was she,
He came over to talk and she smiled at him, He invited her to play craps, she accepted So they played all the night, Suddenly he stared into her eyes and slowly approached, When a hand touched his shoulder He turned his head and seen a knight The knight hit him and he fell to the floor, So the knight began to unsheathe his sword, Perkin wanted run but his legs didn't respond the knight started walking toward him, then the master came into the tavern and greeted the knight and He said: enough. Perkin learned the lesson.
The Cook's Tale
Once an apprentice dwelt within our town, Learning the victuals trade. He was as brown As any berry. Blithely he'd cavort Like a finch in the wood. Well-built and short, With locks coal black and very neatly kept, At dancing he so well, so blithely leapt, That he was known as Perkin Reveler. He was as full of love, this victualer, As is the beehive full of honey sweet, And lucky were the wenches he would meet. At every wedding he would sing and hop; He loved the tavern better than the shop. When there was a procession in Cheapside, Out of the shop immediately he hied, And till he'd seen it all, and took a turn At dancing, he would not again return; And there would gather many of his sort To dance and sing and otherwise disport; And they would make appointments too to meet And play at dice at such-and-such a street, For there was no apprentice in the town Who better rattled dice and threw them down Than Perkin Reveler. And he was free In what he spent--his master easily Had learnt this in the shop, for that is where He often found his box completely bare. For surely when a prentice takes to vice Like parties, paramours, and games of dice, His master in the shop shall be the one Who pays though having no part in the fun. Although a prentice play guitar or fiddle, Theft and riotous living differ little; Truth and revel, in one of low degree, Will always be at odds, as men may see. Now with his master this blithe lad remained Until in victuals nearly fully trained, Though often chided--more than once he made The trip to Newgate while musicians played. Then finally one day his master thought, When Perkin his indenture paper sought, About an old proverb, the words that say: "A rotten apple's better thrown away Before it spoils the barrel." That is true When dealing with a bad apprentice too; Less harm is done to let him go apace
Before he ruins all others in the place.
And so his master gave him his acquittance, And bade him go with sorry luck: "Good riddance!" And so this jolly prentice left. Let him Now revel all the night if that's his whim. And as there is no thief without ally To help embezzle, squander, or come by All he can steal or borrow in some way, He sent his bed and clothes without delay To a compeer, a chap of his own sort Who loved to dice, to revel and disport, And had a wife who kept, for public view,