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SIR ALDIN GA R.
This old fabulous legend is given from the Editor's folio MS, with a few.conjectural emendations, and the insertion of 3 or 4 fianzas to supply defects in the original copy.
UR kyng he kept a false stewarde,
Sir Aldingar they him call;
Servde not in bower nor hall.
He wolde have layne by our comelye queene,
Her deere worshippe to betraye:
And evermore fayd him naye.
Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind,
With her hee was never content,
In a fyer to have her brent.
There came a lazar to the kings gate,
A lazar both blinde and lame :
his backe, And on the queenes bed him layne.
Lye ftill, lazar, wheras thou lyest,
Looke thou go not hence away;
In two howers of the day:".
Then went him forth fir Aldinigar,
And hyed him to our king : « If I might have grace, as I have space,
“ Sad tydings I could bring."
Saye on, faye oñ, fif Aldingar,
Saye on the foothe to mee. 56 Our queene hath chosen a new new love,
“ And shee will have none of thee.
« If thee had chosen a right good knight,
« The lesse had beene her shame; « But the hath chose her a lazar man,
66 A lazar both blinde and lame."
If this be true, fir Aldingar,
The tydings thou tellest to me,
Riche both of golde and fee.
But if it be false, fir Aldingar,
As God nowe grant it bee !
Shall hang on the gallows tree.
He brought our king to the queenes chamber,
And opend to him the dore.
For our queene dame Elinore !
If thou wert a man, as thou art none,
45 Here on my sword thoułt dye; But a payre of new gallowes shall now be built,
And there shalt thou hang on hye,
Now God you save, our queehe, madame,
And Christ you save and fee; Heere
have chosen a newe newe love,
will have none of mee.
If you had chofen a right good knight,
The lesse had been your shame : But you have chose you a lazar man,
A lazar both blinde and lame,
Therfore a fyer there shall be built
And brent all shalt thou bee, toen
Sir Aldingar's false to mee.
Now out alacke ! fayd our comlye queene,
My heart with griefe will braít.
I have proved them true at last.
I dreamt a sweven on thursday eve,
In my bed wheras I'laye,
Had carried my crowne awaye;
My gorget and my kirtle of golde,
And to his neft y-beare :
Saving there came a litle "grey' hawke,
A merlin him they call,
That dead he downe did fall.
Giffe I were a man, as now I am none,
Att him I cast my glove.
But seeing Ime able noe battell to make,
My liege, grant me a knight
To maintaine me in my right."
" Now forty dayes I will give thee
To seeke thee a knight therin:
Thy bodye it must brenn."
Then shee sent east, and shee fent west,
By north and south bedeene :
Wolde fight with that knight foe keene.
Now twenty dayes were spent and gone,
Noe helpe there might be had ;
her hart was fad.
Then came one of the
damselles, And knelt upon her knee, “ Cheare up, cheare up, my gracious dame,
, I trust yet helpe may be:
Then forth she rode on a faire palfràge
Oer hill and dale about :
Wolde fighte with that knight so stout.