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The kinge had a ladye to his daughter,
In fashyon she hath no peere;
And princely wightes that ladye wooed
To be theyr wedded feere.

Syr Cauline loveth her best of all,

But nothing durst he saye;


Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man,
But deerlye he lovde this may.3

Till on a daye it so beffell,

Great dill to him was dight;"
The maydens love removde his mynd,
To care-bed went the knighte.

One while he spred his armes him fro,
One while he spred them nye:
And aye! but I winne that ladyes love,
For dole now I mun' dye.

And whan our parish-masse was done,
Our kinge was bowne to dyne:
He sayes, Where is syr Cauline,

That is wont to serve the wyne ?

Then aunswerde him a courteous knighte,
And fast his handes gan wringe :
Sir Cauline is sicke, and like to dye
Without a good leechinge."

Fetche me downe my daughter deere,
She is a leeche fulle fine:

Goe take him doughe,10 and the baken bread,

2 describe.



[1 mate.

9 medical care.

3 maiden.




♦ grief.

8 made ready.

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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;
Lothe I were him to tine.1

Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes,
Her maydens followyng nye:
O well, she sayth, how doth my lord?
O sicke, thou fayr ladyè.

Nowe ryse up wightlye,' man, for shame,
Never lye soe cowardlee;
For it is told in my fathers halle,
You dye for love of mee.

Fayre ladye, it is for your love
That all this dill I drye:"

For if you wold comfort me with a kisse,
Then were I brought from bale to blisse,
No lenger wold I lye.

[Sir knighte, my father is a kinge,
I am his onlye heire;

Alas! and well you knowe, syr knighte,
I never can be youre fere.

O ladye, thou art a kinges daughter,
And I am not thy peere,

But let me doe some deedes of armes
To be your bacheleere.*

Some deedes of armes if thou wilt doe,
My bacheleere to bee,

(But ever and aye my heart wold rue,
Giff harm shold happe to thee,)]


Upon Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne,
Upon the mores brodinge;"

[1 lose. 5 if.

4 knight. 7 wide moors.1

2 swiftly. 3 pain I suffer.
spectral, lonesome.

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And dare ye, syr knighte, wake there all nighte
Until the fayre morninge?

For the Eldridge knighte, so mickle' of mighte,
Will examine you beforne:2
And never man bare life awaye,

But he did him scath' and scorne.

[That knighte he is a foul paynìm,*
And large of limb and bone;
And but if heaven may be thy speede,
Thy life it is but gone.

Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke,*
For thy sake, fair ladìe;]

And Ile either bring you a ready tokèn,
Or Ile never more you see

The lady is gone to her own chaumbère,
Her maydens following bright:
[Syr Cauline lope from care-bed soone,
And to the Eldridge hills is gone,]
For to wake there all night.

Unto midnight, that the moone did rise,
He walked up and downe;

Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe
Over the bents soe browne;
Quoth hee, If cryance come till' my heart,
I am ffar from any good towne.

And soone he spyde on the mores so broad,
A furyous wight and fell;8
A ladye bright his brydle led,
Clad in a fayre kyrtèll:

L' great. 6 fields.

* Perhaps wake, as above in ver. 61.

2 before.

3 harm.

if fear come to.



• fierce.]


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And soe fast he called on syr Caulìne,
O man, I rede' thee flye,

For 'but' if cryance comes till thy heart,
I weene but thou mun dye.

He sayth, 'No' cryance comes till my heart,
Nor, in faith, I wyll not flee;
For, cause thou minged2 not Christ before,
The less me dreadeth thee.

[The Eldridge knighte, he pricked his steed;
Syr Cauline bold abode :

Then either shooke his trustye speare,]
And the timber these two children* bare
Soe soone in sunder slode.3

Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes,
And layden on full faste,


[Till helme and hawberke, mail and sheelde, They all were well-nye brast."]

The Eldridge knight was mickle of might,
And stiffe in stower did stande,

But syr Cauline with a 'backward' stroke,
He smote off his right hand;

That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud
Fell downe on that lay-land.'

[Then up syr Cauline lift his brande
All over his head so hye:
And here I sweare by the holy roode,
Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye.

Ver. 109, aukeward. MS.

* i. e. Knights. See the Preface to Child Waters, vol. iii.

4 laid.

3 split.
green sward.]


[1 advise. burst.

2 mentioned.

6 battle.

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Then up and came that ladye brighte,
Fast wringing of her hande:
For the maydens love, that most you love,
Withold that deadlye brande:

For the maydens love, that most you love,
Now smyte no more I praye;
And aye whatever thou wilt, my lord,
He shall thy hests1 obaye.

Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte,
And here on this lay-land,

That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye,'
And therto plight thy hand :

And that thou never on Eldridge come
To sporte, gamon,3 or playe:

And that thou here give up thy armes
Until thy dying daye.

The Eldridge knighte gave up his armes
With many a sorrowfulle sighe;
And sware to obey syr Caulines hest,
Till the tyme that he shold dye.]

And he then up and the Eldridge knighte
Sett him in his saddle anone,
And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye
To theyr castle are they gone.

[Then he tooke up the bloudy hand,
That was so large of bone,
And on it he founde five ringes of gold
Of knightes that had be slone.*

Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde,
As hard as any flint:

2 law.


3 fight.


4 slain.]







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