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The kinge had a ladye to his daughter,
Syr Cauline loveth her best of all,
But nothing durst he saye;
Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man,
Till on a daye it so beffell,
Great dill to him was dight;"
One while he spred his armes him fro,
And whan our parish-masse was done,
That is wont to serve the wyne ?
Then aunswerde him a courteous knighte,
Fetche me downe my daughter deere,
Goe take him doughe,10 and the baken bread,
9 medical care.
8 made ready.
10 This is an odd misreading of Percy's. The MS. has "I and take you doe and the baken bread," where doe is the auxiliary verb and the and redundant.]
And serve him with the wyne soe red;
Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes,
Nowe ryse up wightlye,' man, for shame,
Fayre ladye, it is for your love
For if you wold comfort me with a kisse,
[Sir knighte, my father is a kinge,
Alas! and well you knowe, syr knighte,
O ladye, thou art a kinges daughter,
But let me doe some deedes of armes
Some deedes of armes if thou wilt doe,
(But ever and aye my heart wold rue,
Upon Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne,
[1 lose. 5 if.
4 knight. 7 wide moors.1
2 swiftly. 3 pain I suffer.
And dare ye, syr knighte, wake there all nighte
For the Eldridge knighte, so mickle' of mighte,
But he did him scath' and scorne.
[That knighte he is a foul paynìm,*
Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke,*
And Ile either bring you a ready tokèn,
The lady is gone to her own chaumbère,
Unto midnight, that the moone did rise,
Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe
And soone he spyde on the mores so broad,
L' great. 6 fields.
* Perhaps wake, as above in ver. 61.
if fear come to.
And soe fast he called on syr Caulìne,
For 'but' if cryance comes till thy heart,
He sayth, 'No' cryance comes till my heart,
[The Eldridge knighte, he pricked his steed;
Then either shooke his trustye speare,]
Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes,
[Till helme and hawberke, mail and sheelde, They all were well-nye brast."]
The Eldridge knight was mickle of might,
But syr Cauline with a 'backward' stroke,
That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud
[Then up syr Cauline lift his brande
Ver. 109, aukeward. MS.
* i. e. Knights. See the Preface to Child Waters, vol. iii.
[1 advise. burst.
Then up and came that ladye brighte,
For the maydens love, that most you love,
Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte,
That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye,'
And that thou never on Eldridge come
And that thou here give up thy armes
The Eldridge knighte gave up his armes
And he then up and the Eldridge knighte
[Then he tooke up the bloudy hand,
Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde,