The kinge had a ladye to his daughter, And princely wightes that ladye wooed Syr Cauline loveth her best of all, 2 Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man, Till on a daye it so beffell, 5 Great dill to him was dight;' One while he spred his armes him fro, And whan our parish-masse was done, Then aunswerde him a courteous knighte, Fetche me downe my daughter deere, She is a leeche fulle fine: Goe take him doughe,1o and the baken bread, 9 medical care. 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.] L And serve him with the wyne soe red; Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes, O well, she sayth, how doth my lord? Nowe ryse up wightlye,' man, for shame, For it is told in my fathers halle, You dye for love of mee. 35 40 For if you wold comfort me with a kisse, Then were I brought from bale to blisse, 45 [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, But let me doe some deedes of armes Some deedes of armes if thou wilt doe, 55 My bacheleere to bee, (But ever and aye my heart wold rue, Upon Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne, 60 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,* And but if heaven may be thy speede, Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke,* And Ile either bring you a ready tokèn, The lady is gone to her own chaumbère, 5 [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, Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe Quoth hee, If cryance come till' my heart, And soone he spyde on the mores so broad, A ladye bright his brydle led, Clad in a fayre kyrtèll: Perhaps wake, as above in ver. 61. And soe fast he called on syr Caulìne, O man, I rede' thee flye, For 'but' if cryance comes till thy heart, He sayth, 'No' cryance comes till my heart, For, cause thou minged2 not Christ before, [The Eldridge knighte, he pricked his steed; Syr Cauline bold abode: Then either shooke his trustye speare,] And the timber these two children* bare Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes, [Till helme and hawberke, mail and sheelde, The Eldridge knight was mickle of might, 90 95 100 105 But syr Cauline with a 'backward' stroke, That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud [Then up syr Cauline lift his brande All over his head so hye: And here I sweare by the holy roode, 115 Ver. 109, aukeward. MS. * i.e. Knights. See the Preface to Child Waters, vol. iii. Then up and came that ladye brighte, For the maydens love, that most you love, For the maydens love, that most you love, And aye whatever thou wilt, my lord, 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 120 135 130 his armes 135 And sware to obey syr Caulines hest, And he then up and the Eldridge knighte And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye 140 [Then he tooke up the bloudy hand, And on it he founde five ringes of gold Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde, 145 |