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And after thys farther forth me brought
Dame Countenaunce into a goodly hall:
The wyndowes cleare, depured all of crystall,
And in the roufe on hye over all
With pillers made of stones precious,
It might be called a palaice glorious,
Of the doubty waye to the tower perillous ; 5
Of many a serpente foule and odious :
The Child of Elle 1 is given from a fragment in the Editor's folio MS.; which, though extremely defective and mutilated, appeared to have so much merit, that it excited a strong desire to attempt a completion of the story. The reader will easily discover the supplemental stanzas by their inferiority, and at the same time be inclined to pardon it, when he considers how difficult it must be to imitate the affecting simplicity and artless beauties of the original. Child was a title sometimes given to a knight. See Gloss. On yonder hill a castle standes,
With walles and towres bedight,
5 The story of the poem. i The fragment in the folio MS. contains but thirty-nine verses, upon which Percy has founded two hundred; yet the corrections are, as Sir Walter Scott says, “in the true style of Gothic embellishment."-Editor.
The Child of Elle to his garden wente,
And stood at his garden pale,
Come trippinge downe the dale.
. And soone he mette faire Emmelines page
Come climbing up the hille.
Now Christe thee save and see!
And what may thy tydinges bee?'” “My Lady shee is all woe-begone,
And the teares they falle from her eyne; And aye she laments the deadlye feude
Betweene her house and thine.
Bedewde with many a teare,
Who loved thee so deare.
The last boone thou mayst have, And biddes thee weare it for her sake,
Whan she is layde in grave.
And in grave soone must shee bee,
And forbidde her to think of thee.
Sir John of the north countràye,
Or he vowes he will her slaye.”
And greet thy ladye from mee,
Will dye, or sette her free.
« Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,
And let thy fair ladye know,
Betide me weale or woe.”
He neither stint ne stayd,
Whan kneeling downe he sayd : “O ladye, Ive been with thy own true love,
And he greets thee well by mee;
And dye or sette thee free.”
And all were fast asleepe,
Who sate in her bowre to weepe:
Lowe whispering at the walle : “Awake, awake, my deare ladyè,
'Tis I, thy true love, call.
Come, mount this faire palfràge:
Ile carrye thee hence awaye.” “ Nowe nay, nowe nay, thou gentle Knight,
Nowe nay, this may not bee;
If alone I should wend with thee.”
Mayst safelye wend alone ;
Where marriage shall make us one.' “My father he is a baron bolde,
Of lynage proude and hye;
Awaye with a knight should fly ?
“Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,
Nor his meate should doe him no goode, Till he had slayne thee, Child of Elle,
And seene thy deare hearts bloode.”
And a little space him fro,
Nor the worst that he could doe.
And once without this walle,
Nor the worst that might befalle.”
And aye her heart was woe :
And downe the ladder he drewe.
And kist her tenderlie:
Ranne like the fountayne free.
And her on a faire palfraye,
And roundlye they rode awaye.
In her bed whereas shee ley;
Soe I shall have golde and fee.
Awake, my noble dame!
To doe the deede of shame.”
And called his merrye men all :
The ladye is carried to thrall.”
Faire Emmeline scant had ridden a mile,
A mile forth of the towne,
Come galloping over the downe.
Sir John of the north countràye: “Nowe stop, nowe stop, thou false traitòure,
Nor carry that ladye awaye.
And was of a ladye borne,
To carrye her hence to scorne."
Nowe thou doest lye of mee;
Soe never did none by thee.
Light downe, and hold my steed, While I and this discourteous knighte
Doe trye this arduous deede. “ But light now downe, my deare Ladyè,
Light downe, and hold my horse ;
Doe trye our valours force.”
And aye her heart was woe,
Past many a baleful blowe.
As his weapon he wavde amaine,
And layde him upon the plaine.
Full fast approached nye:
Twere now no boote to flye.