1
Ther stod drick paa felde,
der druck kiemper snile.
2
Der druck innde her Ion Runnd,
och ryder och her Rosenns-wannd.
3
'Høre du, her Ion Rund, kiere stolbroder mynn,
vilttu icki gifftis ennd?'
4
'Ieg ved icki denn yomffru y dette rige
der yeg lader were minn lige.'
For knights and others to ride into hall,
and up to the high board, is quite according
to use. Every one will remember the passage
in Chaucer's Squire's Tale, vv 30 ff. So again
in Sir Perceval, Thornton Romances, p. 19,
xxxi; Sir Degrevant, the same, p. 227, lxxvi;
Libius Disconius, Percy MS., Hales and Furnivall,
II, 486, v. 1951 (Skeat); Madden's Syr
Gawayne, p. 8 ff, p. 111, v. 332; Perceval le
Gallois, ed. Potvin, II, 125, vv 12,640-50;
Messire Gauvain, p. 27, p. 146; Mabinogion, I,
70, 303 f, II, 257; Stowe's Survey of London
(vol. II, book VI, p. 48, ed. 1720, following
Walsingham), cited by Percy in his Essay on
the Ancient Minstrels, Reliques, I, xli, lxxxvii,
ed. 1794; Warton's History of English Poetry,
II, 172, note d, ed. 1840.
The champion of England formerly rode
into Westminster Hall in the coronation ceremony,
but this part of the spectacle was
omitted from the two last coronations.
King Estmere stables his steed at the hall
board. Here again the minstrel is within the
bounds of custom. "On voyait au moyen
âge, dans la salle des chefs gallois, d'énormes
crampons de fer, fixés au pavé de distance en
distance, qui servaient aux chevaliers pour attacher
leurs chevaux, car ils y entraient souvent
avec eux; quelques-uns les conduisaient
même jusque dans leur chambre à coucher:"
Villemarqué, Les Romans de la Table Ronde,
etc., 1860, p. 416 (cited by Liebrecht).
For bribing to secrecy with an arm-ring,
stanza 47, see, also, Grundtvig, No 82, A 14,
15, B 20, 21; No 95, D 16, 17, Kristensen,
I, No 96, 16; Grundtvig, No 233, A 18, B 12,
D 13; No 274, A 21.
Translated by Grundtvig, Engelske og
skotske Folkeviser, p. 1; by Bodmer, I, 27;
Herder, I, 195; Knortz, L. u. R. Alt-Englands,
No 14.
1
Hearken to me, gentlemen,
Come and you shall heare;
Ile tell you of two of the boldest brether
That ever borne were.
2
The tone of them was Adler Younge,
The tother was Kyng Estmere;
The were as bolde men in their deeds
As any were, farr and neare.
3
As they were drinking ale and wine
Within his brother's hall,
'When will ye marry a wyfe, brother,
A wyfe to glad us all?'
4
Then bespake him Kyng Estmere,
And answered him hartilye:
'I know not that ladye in any land,
That's able to marrye with mee.'
5
'Kyng Adland hath a daughter, brother,
Men call her bright and sheene;
If I were kyng here in your stead,
That ladye shold be my queene.'
6
Saies, Reade me, reade me, deare brother,
Throughout merry England,
Where we might find a messenger
Betwixt us towe to sende.
7
Saies, You shal ryde yourselfe, brother,
Ile beare you companye;
Many a man throughe fals messengers is deceived,
And I feare lest soe shold wee.
8
Thus the renisht them to ryde,
Of twoe good renisht steeds,
And when the came to King Adlands halle,
Of redd gold shone their weeds.
9
And when the came to Kyng Adlands hall,
Before the goodlye gate,
There they found good Kyng Adland
Rearing himselfe theratt.
10
'Now Christ thee save, good Kyng Adland;
Now Christ you save and see:'
Sayd, You be welcome, King Estmere,
Right hartilye to mee.
11
'You have a daughter,' said Adler Younge,
'Men call her bright and sheene;
My brother wold marrye her to his wiffe,
Of Englande to be queene.'
12
'Yesterday was att my deere daughter
The king his sonne of Spayn,
And then she nicked him of naye,
And I doubt sheele do you the same.'
13
'The kyng of Spayne is a foule paynim,
And 'leeveth on Mahound,
And pitye it were that fayre ladye
Shold marrye a heathen hound.'
14
'But grant to me,' sayes Kyng Estmere,
'For my love I you praye,
That I may see your daughter deere
Before I goe hence awaye.'
15
'Although itt is seven yeers and more
Since my daughter was in halle,
She shall come once downe for your sake.
To glad my guestës alle.'
16
Downe then came that mayden fayre,
With ladyes laced in pall,
And halfe a hundred of bold knightes,
To bring her [from] bowre to hall,
And as many gentle squiers,
To tend upon them all.
17
The talents of golde were on her head sette
Hanged low downe to her knee,
And everye ring on her small finger
Shone of the chrystall free.
18
Saies, God you save, my deere madam,
Saies, God you save and see:
Said, You be welcome, Kyng Estmere,
Right welcome unto mee.
19
'And, if you love me, as you saye,
Soe well and hartilee,
All that ever you are comen about
Soone sped now itt shal bee.'
20
Then bespake her father deare:
My daughter, I saye naye;
Remember well the kyng of Spayne,
What he sayd yesterdaye.
21
'He wold pull downe my halles and castles,
And reave me of my lyfe;
I cannot blame him if he doe,
If I reave him of his wyfe.
22
'Your castles and your towres, father,
Are stronglye built aboute,
And therefore of the king his sonne of Spaine
Wee neede not stande in doubt.
23
'Plight me your troth, nowe, Kyng Estmere,
By heaven and your righte hand,
That you will marrye me to your wyfe,
And make me queene of your land.'
24
Then Kyng Estmere he plight his troth,
By heaven and his righte hand,
That he wolde marrye her to his wyfe,
And make her queene of his land.
25
And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre,
To goe to his owne countree,
To fetche him dukes and lordes and knightes,
That marryed the might bee.
26
They had not ridden scant a myle,
A myle forthe of the towne,
But in did come the kyng of Spayne,
With kempës many one.
27
But in did come the kyng of Spayne,
With manye a bold barone,
Tone day to marrye Kyng Adlands daughter,
Tother daye to carrye her home.
28
Shee sent one after Kyng Estmere,
In all the spede might bee,
That he must either turne againe and fighte,
Or goe home and loose his ladye.
29
One whyle then the page he went,
Another while he ranne;
Till he had oretaken King Estmere,
I-wis he never blanne.
30
'Tydings, tydings, Kyng Estmere!'
'What tydinges nowe, my boye?'
'O tydinges I can tell to you,
That will you sore annoye.
31
'You had not ridden scant a mile,
A mile out of the towne,
But in did come the kyng of Spayne,
With kempës many a one.
32
'But in did come the kyng of Spayne,
With manye a bold barone,
Tone daye to marrye King Adlands daughter,
Tother daye to carry her home.
33
'My ladye fayre she greetes you well,
And ever-more well by mee;
You must either turne againe and fighte,
Or goe home and loose your ladye.'
34
Saies, Reade me, reade me, deere brother,
My reade shall ryse at thee,
Whether it is better to turne and fighte,
Or goe home and loose my ladye.
35
'Now hearken to me,' sayes Adler Yonge,
'And your reade must rise at me;
I quicklye will devise a waye
To sette thy ladye free.
36
'My mother was a westerne woman,
And learned in gramarye,
And when I learned at the schole,
Something shee taught itt mee.
37
'There growes an hearbe within this field,
And iff it were but knowne,
His color, which is whyte and redd,
It will make blacke and browne.
38
'His color, which is browne and blacke,
Itt will make redd and whyte;
That sworde is not in all Englande
Upon his coate will byte.
39
'And you shal be a harper, brother,
Out of the north countrye,
And Ile be your boy, soe faine of fighte,
And beare your harpe by your knee.
40
'And you shal be the best harper
That ever tooke harpe in hand,
And I wil be the best singer
That ever sung in this lande.
41
'Itt shal be written in our forheads,
All and in grammarye,
That we towe are the boldest men
That are in all Christentye.'
42
And thus they renisht them to ryde,
Of tow good renisht steedes,
And when they came to King Adlands hall,
Of redd gold shone their weedes.
43
And whan the came to Kyng Adlands hall
Untill the fayre hall-yate,
There they found a proud porter,
Rearing himselfe thereatt.
44
Sayes, Christ thee save, thou proud porter,
Sayes, Christ thee save and see:
'Nowe you be welcome,' sayd the porter,
'Of what land soever ye bee.'
45
'Wee beene harpers,' sayd Adler Younge,
'Come out of the northe countrye;
Wee beene come hither untill this place
This proud weddinge for to see.'
46
Sayd, And your color were white and redd,
As it is blacke and browne,
I wold saye King Estmere and his brother
Were comen untill this towne.
47
Then they pulled out a ryng of gold,
Layd itt on the porters arme:
'And ever we will thee, proud porter,
Thow wilt saye us no harme.'
48
Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere,
And sore he handled the ryng,
Then opened to them the fayre hall-yates,
He lett for no kind of thyng.
49
Kyng Estmere he stabled his steede
Soe fayre att the hall-bord;
The froth that came from his brydle bitte
Light in Kyng Bremors beard.
50
Saies, Stable thy steed, thou proud harper,
Saies, Stable him in the stalle;
It doth not beseeme a proud harper
To stable his steed in a kyngs halle.
51
'My ladde he is so lither,' he said,
'He will doe nought that's meete;
And is there any man in this hall
Were able him to beate?'
52
'Thou speakst proud words,' sayes the king of Spaine,
'Thou harper, here to mee;
There is a man within this halle
Will beate thy ladd and thee.'
53
'O let that man come downe,' he said,
'A sight of him wold I see;
And when hee hath beaten well my ladd,
Then he shall beate of mee.'
54
Downe then came the kemperye man,
And looked him in the eare;
For all the gold that was under heaven,
He durst not neigh him neare.
55
'And how nowe, kempe,' said the kyng of Spaine,
'And how, what aileth thee?'
He saies, It is writt in his forhead,
All and in gramarye,
That for all the gold that is under heaven,
I dare not neigh him nye.
56
Then Kyng Estmere pulld forth his harpe,
And plaid a pretty thinge;
The ladye upstart from the borde,
And wold have gone from the king.
57
'Stay thy harpe, thou proud harper,
For Gods love I pray thee;
For and thou playes as thou beginns,
Thou'lt till my bryde from mee.'
58
He stroake upon his harpe againe,
And playd a pretty thinge;
The ladye lough a loud laughter,
As shee sate by the king.
59
Saies, Sell me thy harpe, thou proud harper,
And thy stringës all;
For as many gold nobles thou shalt have
As heere bee ringes in the hall.'
60
'What wold ye doe with my harpe,' he sayd,
'If I did sell itt yee?'
'To playe my wiffe and me a fitt,
When abed together wee bee.'
61
'Now sell me,' quoth hee, 'thy bryde soe gay,
As shee sitts by thy knee;
And as many gold nobles I will give
As leaves been on a tree.'
62
'And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay,
Iff I did sell her thee?
More seemelye it is for her fayre bodye
To lye by mee then thee.'
63
Hee played agayne both loud and shrille,
And Adler he did syng,
'O ladye, this is thy owne true love,
Noe harper, but a kyng.
64
'O ladye, this is thy owne true love,
As playnlye thou mayest see,
And Ile rid thee of that foule paynim
Who partes thy love and thee.'
65
The ladye looked, the ladye blushte,
And blushte and lookt agayne,
While Adler he hath drawne his brande,
And hath the sowdan slayne.
66
Up then rose the kemperye men,
And loud they gan to crye:
'Ah! traytors, yee have slayne our kyng,
And therefore yee shall dye.'
67
Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde,
And swith he drew his brand,
And Estmere he and Adler Yonge
Right stiffe in stour can stand.
68
And aye their swordes soe sore can byte,
Throughe help of gramarye,
That soone they have slayne the kempery men,
Or forst them forth to flee.
69
Kyng Estmere tooke that fayre ladye,
And marryed her to his wiffe,
And brought her home to merry England,
With her to leade his life.
a.
Readings of the manuscript, cited in Percy's
notes, have been restored.
14. Percy prints y-were.
132. misprinted 'leeve thon.
342. shall ryde; so b. Compare 352, where rise
is said to be the reading of the MS.
422. On tow good renish. Compare 82.
593, thou shalt have,
601, he sayd, are acknowledged
changes, or additions, of Percy's.
63. "Some liberties have been taken in the following
stanzas; but wherever this edition
differs from the preceding, it hath been
brought nearer to the folio MS." Percy's
note.
681. can fyte.
b.
54. Omits my.
64. Betweene us two.
83. they came.
92. yate.
102. thee save.
104. unto.
124. And wanting: I feare.
151. yeare.
152. Syth.
153. downe once.
165. eke as.
166. To waite.
172. Hunge.
181, 2. Christ you save.
183. Sayes.
194. may bee.
213. And ever I feare that paynim kyng.
223. of that foule paynim.
264. many a.
272, 322. grimme barone.
281. Then shee sent after.
283. returne and.
331. That ladye.
343. Which waye we best may turne.
344. To save this fayre.
371. groweth.
422. On towe good renish; so a.
463. Ild saye.
491. he light off.
492. Up att the fayre hall.
494. Light on.
501. Stable thou.
502. Goe stable.
504. To stable him.
513. And aye that I cold but find the man.
521. sayd the Paynim kyng.
524. That will.
553. written.
56.
Kyng Estmere then pulled forth his harpe,
And playd thereon so sweete;
Upstarte the ladye from the kynge,
As hee sate at the meate.
57.
'Nowe stay thy harpe, thou proud harper,
Now stay thy harpe, I say;
For an thou playest as thou beginnest,
Thou'lt till my bride awaye.'
58.
He strucke upon his harpe agayne,
And playd both fayre and free;
The ladye was so pleasde theratt
She laught loud laughters three.
59.
'Nowe sell me thy harpe,' sayd the kyng of Spayne,
'Thy harpe and stryngs eche one,
And as many gold nobles thou shalt have
As there be stryngs thereon.'
61.
'Now sell me,' syr kyng, 'thy bryde soe gay,
As shee sitts laced in pall,
And as many gold nobles I will give
As there be rings in the hall.'
622. her yee.
654. hath Sir Bremor slayne.
681. can byte.
61
SIR CAWLINE
Percy MS., p. 368; Hales and Furnivall, III, 3.
The copy of this ballad in the Percy manuscript,
the only one known to exist, shows
very great carelessness on the part of the
transcriber, or of some predecessor. It begins
with these two stanzas, which manifestly belong
to an historical ballad, and have only a
verbal connection with what follows:
Jesus, lord mickle of might,
That dyed ffor us on the roode,
To maintaine vs in all our right[65]
That loues true English blood.
Ffor by a knight I say my song,
Was bold and ffull hardye;
Sir Robert Briuse wold fforth to ffight,
In-to Ireland ouer the sea.
There is a large omission after the 125th
verse (the 28th stanza as here printed), though
the writing is continuous. There are also
several difficult or unintelligible passages, even
more than are usually met with in this manuscript.
As published in the Reliques of Ancient
English Poetry, I, 35, ed. 1765, I, 41, ed. 1794,
'Sir Cawline' is extended to nearly twice
the amount of what is found in the manuscript,
and a tragical turn is forced upon the
story.
I have said that the copy of 'Sir Cawline'
in the Percy manuscript is the only one
known. There are nevertheless two Scottish
ballads, one hitherto unpublished and one
printed by Buchan, which narrate Sir Colvin's
winning the king's daughter by vanquishing
the elritch knight. These, I conceive, however,
to be simple rifacimenti of the ballad in
Percy's Reliques. They will be given in an
appendix.
'Sir Cawline' may possibly be formed upon a
romance in stanzas[66] which itself was composed
from earlier ballads. There are two adventures
in the ballad, one with an elritch knight,
and a second with a five-headed giant who is
at the same time a hend soldan, and there
seem to be traces of another in the now unintelligible
twenty-ninth stanza. The first adventure,
though not of the same commonplace
description as the second, is still by no means
unique. We are immediately reminded of the
beautiful romance of Eger, Grime and Gray-Steel:
how Gray-Steel kept a forbidden country
beyond seven days of wilderness, and how
Grime slew the up to that time unmatched
Gray-Steel with the sword Erkyin [Egeking],
brought from beyond the Greekës sea, and cut
off his hand, with fingers thrice a common
man's size, and on every finger a gay gold
ring.[67] Gray-Steel, to be sure, is pictured
rather as a giant than an elf, but still gives the
impression of something out of the ordinary,
as having perhaps lost an elritch character in
the course of tradition. The elritch knight in
our ballad haunts the moors, far from any good
town, like Grendel, who held the moors and
fens, but there is only a hint of that supernatural
terror which attends the awful "march-stepper"
in Beówulf. Gervase of Tilbury
has a story of an ancient entrenchment in the
bishopric of Ely, where anybody could have a
passage at arms with an unearthly warrior, by
moonlight only, by simply calling out, "Come,
knight, and meet knight."[68] Scott has introduced
a spectral combat of this sort into his
Marmion, Canto III, xxiii-xxv, and in a note
(4) cites a similar encounter from Heywood's
Hierarchy of Blessed Angels. He adds that a
forest in the North Highlands is believed to
be haunted by a martial spirit called Lham-dearg,
or Bloody Hand, who insists on all
whom he meets doing battle with him. Villemarqué
has a tale like that of Gervasius, Les
Romans de la Table Ronde, etc., 1860, p. 392 f
(Liebrecht). These combatants and combats
are rather shadowy compared with Grendel,
Gray-Steel, our Elritch King, and an encounter
with them.
'Liden Grimmer og Hjelmer Kamp,' a ballad
of the 'Orm Ungersvend' class, Grundtvig,
No 26 (I, 352, from manuscripts of the
16th and the 17th century, IV, 762, from recent
tradition), has the same remote and general
resemblance to 'Sir Cawline' that 'Orm
Ungersvend' has to 'King Estmere,' the points
of agreement permitting the supposition of a
far-off connection, or of no connection at all.[69]
In Danish A, Grimmer, a young man who
never went to a dance except with a drawn
sword in his hand or sat down to table out of
his corselet, sails to the heathen-king's land
and asks him for his daughter. The king
tells him that he will not get the fair maid
unless he fights with Hjelmer Kamp and wins.
The king's daughter, who is as favorably inclined
to Grimmer as King Adland's daughter
is to Estmere (and King Ardine's daughter to
Adler), though in neither case has there been
a previous meeting, tells him that no man ever
came back from a fight with Hjelmer, and
that Grimmer is far from understanding her
father, who really wishes his death. Grimmer
is not at all daunted, and so the lady
gives him a sword with which he is sure to
prevail. Thus equipped he makes sail for
Hjelmer Kamp, who receives him with contemptuous
remarks upon his size, but is presently
cut to bits. Stopping only long enough
to make boot of Hjelmer's gold, Grimmer
returns to the heathen-king's court, and receives
the princess in marriage. The resemblance
of the Danish ballad is to be found
in Cawline's second adventure, that with the
giant, where the elritch sword represents the
invincible weapon bestowed by the princess.
In Danish B a coat of mail goes with the
sword, "som icke skal suerd paa bide." This
coat is like Estmere's after Adler has brought
his magic to bear, and Cawline's fight with the
giant, Estmere's with Bremor, and Hjelmer's
with the kemp have all an obvious similitude.
Two verbal peculiarities in this ballad will
not fail to be remarked: a superfluous and,
74, without and a good leedginge, 83, and take
you doe and the baken bread, 271, and hee
tooke then vp and that eldryge sword, 391,
but take you doo and your lands broad, and
again 261(?); for used, apparently, in the
sense of but (as in "for and a shrouding
sheet"), 113, ffor if you wold comfort me
with a kisse, 133, ffor some deeds of armes
ffaine wold I doe, 225, ffor they tooke and two
good swords; in this last we have the superfluous
and again. These were, perhaps, only
tricks of some ballad-singer, eking out his
measure with half-articulated syllables.[70]
Percy's ballad is translated by Bodmer, I,
134, and by Bothe, p. 25; Buchan's by Gerhard,
p. 32.
* * * * *
1
And in that land dwells a king
Which does beare the bell ouer all,
And with him there dwelled a curteous knight,
Sir Cawline men him call.
2
And he hath a ladye to his daughter,
Of ffashyon shee hath noe peere;
Knights and lordes they woed her both,
Trusted to haue beene her feere.
3
Sir Cawline loues her best of onë,
But nothing durst hee say
To discreeue his councell to noe man,
But deerlye loued this may.
4
Till itt beffell vpon a day,
Great dill to him was dight;
The maydens loue remoued his mind,
To care-bed went the knight.
5
And one while he spread his armes him ffroe,
And cryed soe pittyouslye:
'Ffor the maydens loue that I haue most minde
This day may comfort mee,
Or else ere noone I shalbe dead!'
Thus can Sir Cawline say.
6
When our parish masse that itt was done,
And our king was bowne to dine,
He sayes, Where is Sir Cawline,
That was wont to serue me with ale and wine?
7
But then answered a curteous knight,
Ffast his hands wringinge:
'Sir Cawline's sicke, and like to be dead
Without and a good leedginge.'
8
'Ffeitch yee downe my daughter deere,
Shee is a leeche ffull ffine;
I, and take you doe and the baken bread,
And drinke he on the wine soe red,
And looke no daynti is ffor him to deare,
For ffull loth I wold him tine.'
9
This ladye is gone to his chamber,
Her maydens ffollowing nye;
'O well,' shee sayth, 'how doth my lord?'
'O sicke!' againe saith hee.
10
'I, but rise vp wightlye, man, for shame!
Neuer lye here soe cowardlye!
Itt is told in my ffathers hall,
Ffor my loue you will dye.'
11
'Itt is ffor your loue, ffayre ladye,
That all this dill I drye;
Ffor if you wold comfort me with a kisse,
Then were I brought ffrom bale to blisse,
Noe longer here wold I lye.'
12
'Alas! soe well you know, Sir knight,'
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
13
. . . . . . .
I cannott bee your peere:
'Ffor some deeds of armes ffaine wold I doe,
To be your bacheeleere.'
14
'Vpon Eldrige Hill there growes a thorne,
Vpon the mores brodinge;
And wold you, sir knight, wake there all night
To day of the other morninge?
15
'Ffor the eldrige king, that is mickle of might,
Will examine you beforne;
And there was neuer man that bare his liffe away
Since the day that I was borne.'
16
'But I will ffor your sake, ffaire ladye,
Walke on the bents [soe] browne,
And Ile either bring you a readye token,
Or Ile neuer come to you againe.'
17
But this ladye is gone to her chamber,
Her maydens ffollowing bright,
And Sir Cawlin's gone to the mores soe broad,
Ffor to wake there all night.
18
Vnto midnight [that] the moone did rise,
He walked vp and downe,
And a lightsome bugle then heard he blow.
Ouer the bents soe browne;
Saies hee, And if cryance come vntill my hart,
I am ffarr ffrom any good towne.
19
And he spyed, ene a litle him by,
A ffuryous king and a ffell,
And a ladye bright his brydle led,
That seemlye itt was to see.
20
And soe fast hee called vpon Sir Cawline,
Oh man, I redd the fflye!
Ffor if cryance come vntill thy hart,
I am a-feard least thou mun dye.
21
He sayes, [No] cryance comes to my hart,
Nor ifaith I ffeare not thee;
Ffor because thou minged not Christ before,
Thee lesse me dreadeth thee.
22
But Sir Cawline he shooke a speare;
The king was bold, and abode;
And the timber these two children bore
Soe soone in sunder slode;
Ffor they tooke and two good swords,
And they layden on good loade.
23
But the elridge king was mickle of might,
And stiffly to the ground did stand;
But Sir Cawline, with an aukeward stroke,
He brought ffrom him his hand,
I, and fflying ouer his head soe hye,
[It] ffell downe of that lay land.
24
And his lady stood a litle thereby,
Ffast ringing her hands:
'For the maydens loue that you haue most minde,
Smyte you my lord no more.
25
'And hees neuer come vpon Eldrige [Hill],
Him to sport, gamon, or play,
And to meete noe man of middle-earth
And that liues on Christs his lay.'
26
But he then vp and that eldryge king,
Sett him in his sadle againe,
And that eldryge king and his ladye
To their castle are they gone.
27
And hee tooke then vp and that eldryge sword,
As hard as any fflynt,
And soe he did those ringes fiue,
Harder then ffyer, and brent.
28
Ffirst he presented to the kings daughter
The hand, and then the sword,
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29
'But a serre buffett you haue him giuen,
The king and the crowne,' shee sayd:
'I, but four and thirty stripes
Comen beside the rood.'
30
And a gyant that was both stiffe [and] strong,
He lope now them amonge,
And vpon his squier fiue heads he bare,
Vnmackley made was hee.
31
And he dranke then on the kings wine,
And hee put the cup in his sleeue,
And all thé trembled and were wan,
Ffor feare he shold them greeffe.
32
'Ile tell thee mine arrand, king,' he sayes,
'Mine errand what I doe heere;
Ffor I will bren thy temples hye,
Or Ile haue thy daughter deere;
I, or else vpon yond more soe brood
Thou shalt ffind mee a ppeare.'
33
The king he turned him round about,
Lord, in his heart he was woe!
Says, Is there noe knight of the Round Table
This matter will vndergoe?
34
'I, and hee shall haue my broad lands,
And keepe them well his liue;
I, and soe hee shall my daughter deere,
To be his weded wiffe.'
35
And then stood vp Sir Cawline,
His owne errand ffor to say:
'Ifaith, I wold to God, Sir,' sayd Sir Cawline,
'That soldan I will assay.
36
'Goe ffeitch me downe my eldrige sword,
Ffor I woone itt att ffray:'
'But away, away!' sayd the hend soldan,
'Thou tarryest mee here all day!'
37
But the hend soldan and Sir Cawline
Thé ffought a summers day;
Now has hee slaine that hend soldan,
And brought his fiue heads away.
38
And the king has betaken him his broade lands,
And all his venison;
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39
'But take you doo and your lands [soe] broad,
And brooke them well your liffe;
Ffor you promised mee your daughter deere,
To be my weded wiffe.'
40
'Now by my ffaith,' then sayes our king,
'Ffor that wee will not striffe,
Ffor thou shalt haue my daughter dere,
To be thy weded wiffe.'
41
The other morninge Sir Cawline rose
By the dawning of the day,
And vntill a garden did he goe
His mattins ffor to say;
And that bespyed a ffalse steward,
A shames death that he might dye!
42
And he lett a lyon out of a bande,
Sir Cawline ffor to teare;
And he had noe wepon him vpon,
Nor noe wepon did weare.
43
But hee tooke then his mantle of greene,
Into the lyons mouth itt thrust;
He held the lyon soe sore to the wall
Till the lyons hart did burst.
44
And the watchmen cryed vpon the walls
And sayd, 'Sir Cawline's slaine!
And with a beast is not ffull litle,
A lyon of mickle mayne:'
Then the kings daughter shee ffell downe,
'For peerlesse is my payne!'
45
'O peace, my lady!' sayes Sir Cawline,
'I haue bought thy loue ffull deere;
O peace, my lady!' sayes Sir Cawline,
'Peace, lady, ffor I am heere!'
46
Then he did marry this kings daughter,
With gold and siluer bright,
And fiftene sonnes this ladye beere
To Sir Cawline the knight.