But, for you have not furniture I bring his owne, and come myselfe With that two sumpters were discharg'd, When all was handsomly dispos'd, And, Damsell,' quoth shee, 'for it seemes This houshold is but three, And for thy parents age, that this Do me that good, else would to God He hither come no more.' So tooke she horse, and ere she went Full little thought the countie that Who now, return'd from far affaires, Did to his sweet-heart go. No sooner sat he foote within The late deformed cote, But that the formall change of things His wondring eies did note. 135 140 145 150 155 But when he knew those goods to be The countesse was a-bed, and he 160 'Sir, welcome home' (quoth shee); 'this night 165 For you I did not looke.' Then did he question her of such His stuffe bestowed soe. 'Forsooth,' quoth she, 'because I did Your love and lodging knowe: Your love to be a proper wench, I held it for your health, the house Well wot I, notwithstanding her, Your lordship loveth me; And greater hope to hold you such By quiet, then brawles, [you] see. Then for my duty, your delight, And to retaine your favour, All done I did, and patiently Her patience, witte and answer wrought His gentle teares to fall: When (kissing her a score of times) 170 175 180 185 VII. DOWSABELL. The following stanzas were written by Michael Drayton, a poet of some eminence in the reigns of Q. Elizabeth, James I. and Charles I. They are inserted in one of his Pastorals, the first edition of which bears this whimsical title. Idea. The Shepheards Garland fashioned in nine Eglogs. Rowlands sacrifice to the nine muses. Lond. 1593.' 4to. They are inscribed with the Author's name at length 'To the noble and valerous gentleman master Robert Dudley, &c.' It is very remarkable that when Drayton reprinted them in the first folio Edit. of his works, 1619, he had given those Eclogues so thorough a revisal, that there is hardly a line to be found the same as in the old edition. This poem had received the fewest corrections, and therefore is chiefly given from the ancient copy, where it is thus introduced by one of his Shepherds: The Author has professedly imitated the style and metre of some of the old metrical Romances, particularly that of Sir Isenbras,2 (alluded to in v. 3.) as the Reader may judge from the following specimen: Ye shall well heare of a knight, That was in warre full wyght, And doughtye of his dede: Lyved none with breade. He was lyvely, large, and longe, With shoulders broade, and armès strange, That myghtie was to se: He was a hardye man, and hye, All men hym loved that hym se, For a gentyll knight was he: Harpers loved him in hall, With other minstrells all, For he gave them golde and fee, &c. This ancient Legend was printed in black-letter, 4to, by pllpam Copland; no date. In the Cotton Library (Calig. A. 2.) is a MS. copy of the same Romance containing the greatest variations. They are probably two different translations of some French Original. FARRE in the countrey of Arden, There won'd a knight, hight Cassèmen, 1 He was born in 1563, and died in 1631. Biog. Brit. As also Chaucer's Rhyme of Sir Topas, v. 6. 15 As bolde as Isenbras: He had, as antique stories tell, And for she was her fathers heire, Of mickle curtesie. The silke well couth she twist and twine, And with the needle werke: And she couth helpe the priest to say His mattins on a holy-day, And sing a psalme in kirke. She ware a frock of frolicke greene, Which seemly was to see; A hood to that so neat and fine, Her features all as fresh above, Her skin as soft as Lemster wooll, This mayden in a morne betime 10 To get sweete cetywall, To deck her summer hall. Thus, as she wandred here and there, She chanced to espie A shepheard sitting on a bancke, He lear'd his sheepe as he him list, To feede about him round; In favour this same shepheards swayne Which helde prowd kings in awe: Whom his lewd brother slaw. The shepheard ware a sheepe-gray cloke, That could be cut with sheere: His mittens were of bauzens skinne, His cockers were of cordiwin, His hood of meniveere. 35 40 45 50 55 60 1 Alluding to Tamburlaine the great, or the Scythian Shepheard,' 1590, Svo, an old ranting play ascribed to Marlowe. Sc. Abel. |