Her nose is crookt and turn'd outwàrde; Her chin stands all awrye; A worse form'd ladye than shee is 'What though her chin stand all awrye, And shee be foule to see? I'll marry her, unkle, for thy sake, And I'll thy ransome bee.' 30 35 'Nowe thankes, now thankes, good sir Gawàine; And a blessing thee betyde! To-morrow wee 'll have knights and squires, And wee'll goe fetch thy bride. 40 And wee'll have hawkes and wee'll have houndes, To cover our intent; And wee'll away to the greene forèst, Sir Lancelot, sir Stephen bolde, They rode with them that daye;, And foremoste of the companye Soe did sir Banier and sir Bore, And eke sir Garratte keene; And when they came to the greene forrèst, There sate that ladye in red scarlètte That unseemelye was to see. 45 50 Sir Kay beheld that lady's face, 'Of his kisse he stands in feare.' Sir Kay beheld that ladye againe, 'Peace, brother Kay,' sayde sir Gawàine, For there is a knight amongst us all, 'What! marry this foule queane,' quoth Kay, 'I' the devil's name anone; Gett mee a wife wherever I maye, In sooth shee shall be none.' Then some tooke up their hawkes in haste, And some took up their houndes; And sayd they wolde not marry her, For cities, nor for townes. Then bespake him king Arthure, And sware there by this daye; For a little foule sighte and mislikinge, 'Peace, lordlings, peace;' sir Gawaine sayd; 'Nor make debate and strife; This lothlye ladye I will take, And marry her to my wife.' 60 65 70 75 80 'Nowe thankes, nowe thankes, good sir Gawàine. And a blessinge be thy meede! For as I am thine own ladyè, Then up they took that lothly dame, 86 90 And when they were in wed-bed laid, And all were done awaye: 'Come turne to mee, mine owne wed-lord Come turne to mee I praye.' 95 Sir Gawaine scant could lift his head, For sorrowe and for care; When, lo! instead of that lothelye dame, Sweet blushes stayn'd her rud-red cheeke, Sir Gawaine kiss'd that lady faire, And swore, as he was a true knighte, Sir Gawaine kiss'd that lady brighte, The fairest flower is not soe faire: 100 105 11) 'I am thy bride, mine owne deare lorde, The same whiche thou didst knowe, That was soe lothlye, and was wont Upon the wild more to goe. Nowe, gentle Gawaine, chuse,' quoth shee, 6 And make thy choice with care; Whether by night, or else by daye, Shall I be foule or faire?' To have thee foule still in the night, I had rather farre, my lady deare, 115 120 'What! when gaye ladyes goe with their lordes 125 To drinke the ale and wine; Alas! then I must hide myself, 'My faire ladyè,' sir Gawaine sayd, 'I yield me to thy skille; Because thou art mine owne ladyè Thou shalt have all thy wille.' 'Nowe blessed be thou, sweete Gawàine, And the daye that I thee see; For as thou seest mee at this time, 130 135 Soe shall I ever bee. My father was an aged knighte, And yet it chanced soe, He tooke to wife a false ladyè, 140 Shee witch'd mee, being a faire yonge maide, In the greene forèst to dwelle; And there to abide in lothlye shape, Most like a fiend of helle. Midst mores and mosses, woods, and wilds, 145 To lead a lonesome life: Till some yong faire and courtlye knighte Nor fully to gaine mine owne trewe shape, And let mee have all my wille. She witchd my brother to a carlish boore, 150 And built him a bowre on magicke grounde, 155 But now the spelle is broken throughe, 160 III. KING RYENCE'S CHALLENGE. This song is more modern than many of those which follow it, but is placed here for the sake of the subject. It was sung before queen Elizabeth at the grand entertainment at Kenilworth-castle in 1575, and was probably composed for that occasion. In a letter describing those festivities, it is thus mentioned: A Minstral came forth with a sollem song, warranted for story out of K. Arthur's acts, whereof I gat a copy, and is this: "So it fell out on a Pentecost, &c."' |