Seeft thou not yonder hall, Ellèn ? Of red golde shines the towre: There are twenty four fayre ladyes there, 80 The fayrest is my paramoure. I fee the hall now, Childe Waters, Of red golde fhines the yate: I fee the hall now, Childe Waters; God give you good now of yourfelfe, There twenty four fayre ladyes were A playing at the ball: 85 90 And then befpake Childe Waters fister, That ever I did fee. Ver. 84. worldlye, MS. 100 But But that his bellye it is foe bigge, His girdle ftands foe hye: And ever I pray you, Childe Watèrs, Let him in my chamber lye. It is not fit for a little foot page, That has run throughe moffe and myre, To lye in the chamber of any ladye, That weares foe riche attyre. It is more meete for a little foot page, To take his fupper upon his knee, Now when they had fupped every one, To bedd they tooke theyr waye: He fayd, come hither, my little foot-page, 115 And hearken what I faye. Goe thee downe into yonder towne, And lowe into the streete; The fayreft ladye that thou canst finde, Hyre in mine armes to fleepe, And take her up in thine armes twaine, * Ellen is gone into the towne, And lowe into the streete : *i. e. defling. 120 The The fayreft ladye that shee colde finde, 125 For filing of her feete. I praye you nowe, good Childe Watèrs, 130 For there is noe place about this house, This done the nighte drove on a pace, 135 Hee fayd, Rife up, my little foot-page, And give him nowe the good black oats, To carry mee better awaye. Up then rofe the fayre Ellèn And gave his fteede corne and haye: And foe fhee did the good black oates, 140' And that beheard his mother deare, Shee heard 'her woefull woe :' 159 Shee fayd, Rife up, thou Childe Watèrs, And when he came to the ftable dore, Full ftill there hee did stand, That hee mighte heare his fayre Ellèn, Howe fhee made her monànd. Shee fayd, Lullabye, mine own dear childe, 165 Lullabye, deare childe, deare: I wolde thy father were a kinge, Thy mothere layd on a biere. Peace nowe, hee fayd, good faire Ellèn, Bee of good cheere, I praye; And the bridall and the churchinge bothe Shall bee upon one daye. F Ver. 164. i. e. moaning, bemoaning, &c. 170 XI. PHIL XI. PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. From a fmall quarto MS in the editor's poffeffion, written in the time of 2. Elizabeth: It's author unknown. With a troope of damfelles playing When anon by a wood fide, Muche adoe there was, god wot: He fayde, hee had lovde her longe: Ver. 4. the wode. MS. 5 10 Corydon |