20 And the ladye into a towre so hye, The queene she was syr Caulines friend, I praye you save syr Caulines life, 25 Now, dame, that traitor shall be sent 35 40 But here I will make thee a band, All woe-begone was that gentil knight To parte from his ladyè; [And 46] And many a time he sighed sore, And cast a wistfulle eye: Faire Christabelle, from thee to parte, Faire Christabelle, that ladye bright, But ever shee droopeth in her minde, Doth some faire lillye flowre. And ever shee doth lament and weepe Syr Cauline, thou little think'st on mee, 45 Manye a kinge, and manye a duke, 50 Did sue to that fayre ladye of love; When manye a day was past and gone, The kynge proclaimed a tourneament, The (7. To corr.) cheere his daughters mind: Fro manye a farre countryè, 55 [To 47] To break a spere for theyr ladyes love Before that faire ladyè. And many a ladye there was sette But faire Christabelle soe woe-begone Was the fayrest of them all. 60 5 Then manye a knighte was mickle of might But a stranger wight, whom no man knewe, 65 10 His acton it was all of blacke, His hewberke, and his sheelde, Ne noe man wist whence he did come, And now three days were prestlye past 70 In feates of chivalrye, When lo upon the fourth morninge A sorrowfulle sight they see. A hugye giaunt stiffe and starke, Two goggling eyen like fire farden, A mouthe from eare to eare. [Before 48] Before him came a dwarffe full lowe, That waited on his knee, 75 And at his backe five heads he bare, 80 Sir, quoth the dwarffe, and louted lowe, Behold these heads I beare with me! The Eldridge knight is his own cousine, 35 But yette he will appease his wrath And but thou yeelde him that fayre mayd, 85 90 VOL. III. E 95 Thy head, syr king, must goe with mee; 100 Or else within these lists soe broad The king he turned him round aboute, And in his heart was woe: [Is 49] Is there never a knighte of my round tablè, Is there never a knighte amongst yee all For hee shall have my broad lay-lands, And he shall winne faire Christabelle 5 10 15 110 But every knighte of his round tablè Did stand both still and pale; For whenever they lookt on the grim soldàn, 20 115 All woe-begone was that fayre ladyè, She cast her thought on her owne true-love, 120 Up then sterte the stranger knighte, Ile fight for thee with this grimme soldàn, [And 50] And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde, That lyeth within thy bowre, 125 I truste in Christe for to slay this fiende 130 Thoughe he be stiff in stowre. Goe fetch him downe the Eldridge sworde, Nowe heaven assist thee, courteous knighte; 25 30 35 The gyaunt he stepped into the lists, I sweare, as I am the hend soldàn, 5 Then forthe the stranger knight he came 135 The ladye sighed a gentle sighe, "That this were my true knighte!" 10 And nowe the gyaunt and knighte be mett 140 And now with swordes soe sharpe of steele, The soldan strucke the knighte a stroke, 15 Then woe-begone was that fayre ladyè, 145 20 [The 51] The soldan strucke a second stroke, 150 Which brought the knighte on his knee: The soldan strucke a third fell stroke, Sad sorrow pierced that ladyes heart, And she shriekt loud shreikings (l. shriek.) three. 25 25 The knighte he leapt upon his feete, 155 All recklesse of the pain: Quoth hee, But heaven be now my speede, E 2170 And nowe the kinge with all his barons And downe he stepped intò the listes [But 52] But he for payne and lacke of bloude And there all walteringe in his gore, 175 Come downe, come downe, my daughter deare, 180 185 Farre lever had I lose halfe my landes, But when she did his beavere raise, Then giving her one partinge looke, 190 Ere Christabelle, that ladye milde, 195 Begane to drawe her breathe. But when she found her comelye knighte Indeed was dead and gone, [Shee 53] Shee layde her pale cold cheeke to his, O staye, my deare and onlye lord, For mee thy faithfulle feere; 200 Then fayntinge in a deadlye swoune, That burste her gentle hearte in twayne, |