Or is any of thy good friends dead, Or, if it be my head bookes-man, Aggrieved he shal bee: For no man here within my howse, O, it is not your head bookes-man, But, on to-morrow ere it be noone All deemed to die are yee. 40 45 And of that bethank your head steward, 50 If this be true, my litle foot-page, If it be not true, my dear mastèr, No good death let me die. If it be not true, thou litle foot-page, 55 O call now downe my faire ladye, And like to die I bee. 60 V. 47, or to-morrow. MS. V. 56, bee. MS. Downe then came his ladye faire, What is your will, my owne wed-lord? 65 What is your will with mee? O see, my ladye deere, how sicke, And like to die I bee. And thou be sicke, my own wed-lord, Soe sore it grieveth me: 70 But my five maydens and myselfe 6 Will watch thy' bedde for thee. And at the waking of your first sleepe, We will a hott drinke make: 6 And at the waking of your next' sleepe, 75 Your sorrowes we will slake. He put a silk cote on his backe, And mail of manye a fold: And hee putt a steele cap on his head, Was gilt with good red gold. He layd a bright browne sword by his side, And another att his feete: V. 72, make the. MS. V. 75, first. MS. 80 'And twentye good knights he placed at hand, To watch him in his sleepe.' And about the middle time of the night, Came twentye-four traitours inn: Sir Giles he was the foremost man, The leader of that ginn. Old Robin with his bright browne sword, None save only a litle foot page, And he went back with one. She thought to have brought sir Gyles a drinke, Butt she found her owne wedd knight. The first thinge that she stumbled on Sayes, Ever alacke, and woe is mee! Here lyes my sweete hart-roote. 100 The next thinge that she stumbled on 105 Sayes, Ever, alacke, and woe is me! Hee cutt the pappes beside her brest, 110 He cutt the eares beside her heade, And bade her love her fille. He called then up his litle foot-page, And sayd, henceforth my worldlye goodes 115 He shope the crosse on his right shoulder, Of the white clothe' and the redde,* And went him into the holy land, Wheras Christ was quicke and dead. V. 118, fleshe. MS. 120 * Every person, who went on a CROISADE to the Holy Land, usually wore a cross on his upper garment, on the right shoulder, as a badge of his profession. Different nations were distinguished by crosses of different colours: the English wore white; the French red; &c. This circumstance seems to be confounded in the ballad. [V. Spelman, Gloss.] In the foregoing piece, Giles, steward to a rich old merchant trading to Portugal, is qualified with the title of Sir, not as being a knight, but rather, I conceive, as hav-. ing received an inferior order of priesthood. IX. Child Waters. Child is frequently used by our old writers as a title. It is repeatedly given to Prince Arthur in the Faerie Queen and the son of a king is in the same poem called Child Tristram, [b. v. c. 11, st. 8, 13,—b. vi. c. 2. st. 36,– ibid. c. 8. st. 15.] In an old ballad quoted in Shakspeare's King Lear, the hero of Ariosto is called Child Roland. Mr. Theobald supposes this use of the word was received along with their romances from the Spaniards, with whom Infante signifies a Prince. A more eminent critic tells us, that" in the old times of chivalry, the noble youth, who were candidates for knighthood, during the time of their probation were called Infans, Varlets, Damoysels, Bacheliers. The most noble of the youth were particularly called Infans." [Vide Warb. Shakesp.] A late commentator on Spenser observes, that the Saxon word cnihz knight, signifies also a Child. [See Upton's gloss. to the Faerie Queen.] The Editor's MS. collection, whence the following piece is taken, affords several other ballads, wherein the word Child occurs as a title: but in none of these it signifies Prince. See the song entitled Gil Morrice in this volume. It ought to be observed that the word Child, or Chield, is still used in North Britain to denominate a man, commonly with some contemptuous character affixed to him, but sometimes to denote man in general. |