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She turned hersel' right round about,
And her heart burst into three :
THE CHILD OF ELLE.
On yonder hill a castle stands,
With walles and towres bedight; And yonder lives the Child of Elle,
A young and comely knighte.
The child of Elle to his garden went,
And stood at his garden pale,
Come trippinge downe the dale.
The Child of Elle he hyed him thence,
Y-wisb he stoode not stille ;
Come climbing up the hille.
“Nowe sain thee and save thee, thou little foot-page,
Nowe welcome art thou to me;
And what may thy tydinges be ?”
“My lady she is all woe-begone,
And the teares they falle from her eyne; And aye she laments the deadlye feude
Between 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,
When she is layd in grave. “For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,
And in grave soone must shee be, Sith her father hath chose her a new new love,
And forbidde her to think of thee. “Her father hath brought her a carlish a knighte,
Sir John, of the north countraye ;
Or he vowes he will her slaye.”
And greet thy ladye from mee;
Will dye, or sette her free.
And let thy fair ladye know,
Betide me weale or woe.'
He neither stint ne stayd,
Until he came to fair Emmeline's bowre,
When kneeling down he sayd,
And he greets thee well by mee;
And dye or sette thee free."
And all were fast asleep;
Who sate in her bowre to weepe:
Lowe whispering at the walle;
'Tis I, thy true love call.
Come mount this faire palfraye;
Ile carrye thee hence awaye.”
Nowe nay, this may not bee;
If alone I should wend with thee.”
Mayst safelye wend alone;
Where marriage shall make us one."
Of lyneage proude and hye;
Awaye with a knighte should flye?
“Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,
Nor his meate should do him no goode, Until he had slain thee, Child of Elle,
And seen thy deare heart's 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 her fair palfraye,
And roundlye they rode awaye.
In her bed whereas shee ley;
So I shall have golde and fee.
Awake, my noble dame! Your daughter is fledde with the Child of Elle,
To do the deed of shame."
The baron he woke, the baron he rose,
And called his merrye men all : “And come thou forth, Sir John, the knighte,
Thy ladye is carried to thrall.”
A mile forth of the towne,
Come galloping over the downe:
Sir John of the north countraye: “Nowe stop, nowe stop, thou false traitoure,
Nor carry that ladye awaye. “For she is come of hye lineage,
And was of a ladye borne; And it ill beseems thee—a false churl's sonne, To carry
her hence to scorne.” “Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knighte,
Nowe thou dost lye of me;
Soe never did none by thee.
Light downe, and hold my steed; While I and this discourteous knighte
Do try this arduous deede. “But light nowe downe, my deare ladye,
Light downe, and hold my horse; While I and this discourteous knighte
Do try our valour's force." Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,
And aye her heart was woe, While 'twixt her love and the carlish knighte