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And he tooke off those ringès five,
Home then pricked' syr Cauline
Then downe he knelt upon his knee
O ladye, I have bin on the Eldridge hills:
Now welcome, welcome, syr Caulìne,
For now I perceive thou art a true knighte,
O ladye, I am thy own true knighte,
And mought I hope to winne thy love!
The ladye blushed scarlette redde,
But sith thou hast hight, thou comely youth,
Ile promise if thee I may not wedde
I will have none other fere."
Then shee held forthe her lilly-white hand
2 neither stopped nor lingered.
since thou hast engaged.
His heart was brought from bale to blisse,
But keep my counsayl, syr Caulìne,
For and ever my father sholde it ken,
From that daye forthe that ladye fayre
Yea and oftentimes they mette
Where they in love and sweet daliaunce
"But as extremes are short of ill and good,
2 I know he would slay us.]
In this conclusion of the First Part, and at the beginning of the Second, the reader will observe a resemblance to the story of Sigismunda and Guiscard, as told by Boccace and Dryden. See the latter's description of the lovers meeting in the cave; and those beautiful lines, which contain a reflection so like this of our poet, "everye white," &c., viz.:
PART THE SECOND.
VERYE white will have its blacke,
For so it befelle, as syr Caulìne
The kinge her father walked forthe
And into the arboure as he went
He found his daughter and syr Cauline
The kinge hee sterted forthe, i-wys,'
Then forthe syr Cauline he was ledde,
The queene she was syr Caulines friend,
praye you save syr Caulines life, And let him banisht bee.
Now, dame, that traitor shall be sent
But here I will make thee a band,'
If ever he come within this land,
• bond or covenant.]
All woe-begone was that gentil knight
Faire Christabelle, that ladye bright,
Doth some faire lillye flowre.
And ever shee doth lament and weepe
Manye a kynge, and manye a duke,
Did sue to that fayre ladye of love;
When manye a daye was past and gone,
The kynge proclaimed a tourneament,
And there came lords, and there came knights,
To break a spere for theyr ladyes love
And many a ladye there was sette
But faire Christabelle soe woe-begone
4 fine cloth.]
Then manye a knighte was mickle of might
But a stranger wight, whom no man knewe,
His acton' it was all of blacke,
His hewberke,' and his sheelde,
And now three days were prestlye' past
When lo upon the fourth morninge
A hugye giaunt stiffe and starke,
Before him came a dwarffe full lowe,
Sir, quoth the dwarffe, and louted' lowe,
Behold these heads I beare with me!
Whom a knight of thine hath shent:"
[1 leather jacket. 2 coat of mail.