The lady is gone to her own chaumbère, 75 Unto midnight, that the moone did rise, 80 He walked up and downe; Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe Over the bents soe browne; Quoth hee, 'If cryance come till my heart, And soone he spyde on the mores so broad, A ladye bright his brydle led, Clad in a fayre kyrtèll: 85 And soe fast he called on syr Cauline, 90 'O man, I rede thee flye, For [but] if cryance comes till my heart, I weene but thou mun dye.' He sayth '[No] cryance comes till my heart, 95 For, cause thou minged not Christ before, The less me dreadeth thee.' The Eldridge knighte, he pricked his steed; Syr Cauline bold abode: Then either shooke his trustye speare, 100 And the timber these two children bare 1 Soe soone in sunder slode, 1i.e. Knights. See the Preface to Child Waters, vol. IIL Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes, And layden on full faste, Till helme and hawberke, mail and sheelde, The Eldridge knight was mickle of might, But syr Cauline with a [backward] stroke, He smote off his right hand; That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud Fell downe on that lay-land. 105 110 Then up syr Cauline lift his brande All over his head so hye: 'And here I sweare by the holy roode, Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye.' 115 Then up and came that ladye brighte, Fast wringing of her hande: For the maydens love, that most you love, For the maydens love, that most you love, And aye whatever thou wilt, my lord, He shall thy hests obaye.' 120 'Now sweare to me, thou Eldridge knighte, 125 And here on this lay-land, That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye, And that thou never on Eldridge come To sporte, gamon, or playe: Ver. 109, aukeward, MS. 130 And that thou here give up thy armes The Eldridge knighte gave up his armes And sware to obey syr Caulines hest, 135 Till the tyme that he shold dye. And he then up and the Eldridge knighte And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye 140 Then he tooke up the bloudy hand, That was so large of bone, And on it he founde five ringes of gold Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde, As hard as any flint: And he took off those ringès five, Home then pricked syr Cauline As light as leafe on tree: I-wys he neither stint ne blanne, Then downe he knelt upon his knee Before that lady gay: 'O ladye, I have bin on the Eldridge hills: These tokens I bring away.' 'Now welcome, welcome, syr Cauline, Thrice welcome unto mee, 145 150 155 For now I perceive thou art a true knighte, 'O ladye, I am thy own true knighte, Thy hests for to obaye: And mought I hope to winne thy love! Ne more his tonge colde say. The ladye blushed scarlette redde, And fette a gentill sighe: 'Alas! syr knyght, how may this bee, For my degree's soe highe? But sith thou hast hight, thou comely youth, To be my batchilere, Ile promise if thee I may not wedde I will have none other fere.’ Then shee held forthe her lilly-white hand Towards that knighte so free; 160 165 170 He gave to it one gentill kisse, 175 His heart was brought from bale to blisse, The teares sterte from his ee. 'But keep my counsayl, syr Caulìne, Ne let no man it knowe; For and ever my father sholde it ken, I wot he wolde us sloe.' From that daye forthe that ladye fayre Whan shee was in his sight. Yea and oftentimes they mette 180 185 Where they in love and sweet daliaunce †† In this conclusion of the First Part, and at the beginning of the Second, the reader will observe a resemblance to the story of Sigismunda and Guiscard, as told by Boccace and Dryden: See the latter's Description of the Lovers meeting in the Cave; and those beautiful lines, which contain a reflection so like this of our poet, 'everye white,' &c., viz. 'But as extremes are short of ill and good, And tides at highest mark regorge their flood; PART THE SECOND. EVERYE White will have its blacke, For so it befelle, as syr Cauline Was with that ladye faire, The kinge her father walked forthe To take the evenyng aire: And into the arboure as he went 5 To rest his wearye feet, 10 He found his daughter and syr Cauline There sette in daliaunce sweet. The kinge hee sterted forthe, I-wys, And an angrye man was hee: Nowe, traytoure, thou shalt hange or drawe, 15 And rewe shall thy ladie.' Then forthe syr Cauline he was ledde, And throwne in dungeon deepe: |