THE LEGEND OF SIR GUY. and was usually sung to the harp at Christmas dinners and brideales, as we learn from Puttenham's Art of Poetry, 4to. 1589. This ancient romance is not wholly lost. An imperfect copy in black letter," Imprynted at London for Wylliam Copland," in 34 sheets 4to. without date, is still preserved among Mr. Garrick's collection of old plays. As a specimen of the poetry of this antique rhymer, take his description of the dragon mentioned in ver. 105 of the following ballad: -"A messenger came to the king. Syr king, he sayd, lysten me now, In Northumberlande there is no man, But that they be slayne everychone: That sleath men and beastes downe. His bodye from the navill upwarde All that he toucheth he sleath dead downe. That is no man that bare him might. There may no man fight him agayne, Sir William Dugdale is of opinion that the story of Guy is not wholly apocryphal, though he acknowledges the monks have sounded out his praises too hyperbolically. In particular, he gives the duel fought with the Danish champion as a real historical truth, and fixes the date of it in the year 926, ætat. Guy 67. See his Warwickshire. The following is written upon the same plan as ballad V. Book I. but which is the original, and which the copy, cannot be decided. This song is ancient, as may be inferred from the idiom preserved in the margin, ver. 94. 102: and was once popular, as appears from Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pestle, Act 2. sc. ult. It is here published from an ancient MS copy in the Editor's old folio volume, collated with two printed ones, one of which is in black letter in the Pepys collection. WAS ever knight for ladyes sake An English man I was by birthe: I sought by prowesse to subdue. 'Nine' hundred twenty yeere and odde Sometime I was of Warwicke erle, To seeke strange ventures in my youth. To win me fame by feates of armes In strange and sundry heathen lands; Where I atchieved for her sake Right dangerous conquests with my hands. For first I sayled to Normandye, And there I stoutlye wan in fight Then passed I the seas to Greece Where I did slay of Sarazens, And heathen pagans, manye a man ; And slew the souldans cozen deere, Who had to name doughtye Coldràn. Eskeldered a famous knight To death likewise I did pursue : I went into the souldans hoast, There was a dragon in that land Most fiercely mett me by the waye As hee a lyon did pursue, Which I myself did alsoe slay. Then soon I past the seas from Greece, And came to Pavye land aright: Where I the duke of Pavye killed, His hainous treason to requite. To England then I came with speede, But when I had espoused her, I stayd with her but fortye dayes, Ere that I left this ladye faire, And went from her beyond the seas. All cladd in gray, in pilgrim sort, Unto the blessed Holy-land, For Jesus Christ my Saviours sake. Ver. 17, Two hundred, MS. and P. The Editor found this Poem in his ancient folio manuscript among the old ballads; he was desirous, therefore, that it should still accompany them; and as it is not altogether devoid of merit, its insertion here will be pardoned. Although this piece seems not imperfect, there is reason to believe that it is only a part of a much larger poem, which contained the whole history of Sir Guy for, upon comparing it with the common story book 12mo, we find the latter to be nothing more than this poem reduced to prose: which is only effected by now and then altering the rhyme, and throwing out some few of the poetical ornaments. The disguise is so slight, that it is an easy matter to pick complete stanzas in any page of that book. Ver. 94, 102, doth lye, MS. The author of this poem has shown some invention. Though he took the subject from the old romance quoted before, he has adorned it afresh and made the story intirely his own. Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed ground, Whereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood, With tedious miles he tyred his wearye feet, Erle Jonas, mentioned in the foregoing ballad. 5 GUY AND AMARANT. A man that unto sorrow was noe stranger: For he had fifteen sonnes, made captives all To slavish bondage, in extremest thrall. A gyant called Amarant detaind them, 10 Whom noe man durst encounter for his strength: Who in a castle, which he held, had chaind them: 15 Guy questions, where? and understands at length The place not farr.-Lend me thy sword, quoth hee, Ile lend my manhood all thy sonnes to free. With that he goes, and lays upon the dore, Like one that sayes, I must, and will come in: 20 The gyant never was soe rowz'd before : For noe such knocking at his gate had bin : Sirra, quoth hee, what business hast thou heere? 25 Gyant, quoth Guy, y'are quarrelsome I see, I have bin better armd, though nowe goe thin; But shew thy utmost hate, enlarge thy spight, Keene is my weapon, and shall doe me right. 35 Att last through thirst the gyant feeble grewe, Let me but goe, and drinke in yonder place: I graunt thee leave, quoth Guye, goe drink thy last,55 Go pledge the dragon, and the salvage bore*: Succeed the tragedyes that they have past, But never thinke to taste cold water more: Drinke deepe to death and unto him carouse: Bid him receive thee in his earthen house. 60 Come on, quoth Guy, let us to worke againe, Thou stayest about thy liquor overlong ; The fish, which in the river doe remaine, 223 71 Will want thereby; thy drinking doth them wrong: But I will see their satisfaction made, With gyants blood they must, and shall be payd. Villaine, quoth Amarant, Ile crush thee streight; Which worthye Guy cold ill endure to heare, 80 85 Soe violent, and weighty there-withall, That downe to ground on sudden came the knight; And, ere he cold recover from the fall, The gyant gott his clubb againe in fist, And and a stroke that wonderfullye mist. 90 65 Whose forced hulke against the stone does stryke; Scooping it in soe fast with both his hands, That Guy admiring to behold it stands. Ver. 64, bulke, MS. and PCC. * Which Guy had slain before. 180 The foregoing poem on "Guy and Amarant has been discovered to be a fragment of "The famous historie of Guy earle of Warwicke, by Samuel Rowlands, London, printed by J. Bell, 1649," 4to. in xii cantos, beginning thus: "When dreadful Mars in armour every day." Whether the edition in 1649 was the first is not known, but the author Sam. Rowlands was one of the minor poets who lived in the reigns of Queen Elizabeth and James I. and perhaps later. His other poems are chiefly of the religious kind, which makes it probable that the history of Guy was one of his earliest performances.-There are extant of his (1.) The betraying of Christ, Judas in dispaire, the seven words of our Saviour on the crosse, with other poems on the passion, &c. 1598, 4to. [Ames Typ. p. 428.]-(2) A Theatre of delightful Recreation. Lond. printed for A. Johnson, 1605," 4to. (Penes editor.) This is a book of poems on subjects chiefly taken from the Old Testament. (3.) "Memory of Christ's miracles, in verse. Lond. 1618, 4to." " (4.) Heaven's glory, earth's vanity, and hell's horror." Lond. 1638, 8vo. [These two in Bod. Cat.] In the present edition the foregoing poem has been much improved fom the printed copy. FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM III. THE AULD GOOD-MAN. A SCOTTISH SONG. I have not been able to meet with a more ancient copy of this humorous old song, than that printed in the Tea-Table Miscellany, &c. which seems to have admitted some corruptions. LATE in an evening forth I went A little before the sun gade down, And there I chanc't, by accident, To light on a battle new begun: A man and his wife wer fawn in a strife, But 5 HE. Thy auld goodman, that thou tells of, To think on those blyth days I had, Whan I and he together ley 35 In armes into a well-made bed: But now I sigh and may be sad, And ilka ane leugh him to scorn: Thy courage is cauld, thy colour wan, Thou falds thy feet, and fa's asleep; Thou'lt nevir be like mine auld goodman. 40 15 IV. FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM. This seems to be the old song quoted in Fletcher's "Knight of the Burning Pestle," Acts 2d and 3d; although the six lines there preserved are somewhat different from those in the ballad, as it stands at present. The reader will not wonder at this, when he is informed that this is only given from a modern printed copy picked up on a stall. Its full title is, "Fair Margaret's Misfortunes; or Sweet William's frighful dreams on his wedding night, with the sudden death and burial of those noble lovers."The lines preserved in the play are this distich, "You are no love for me, Margaret, I am no love for you." |