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But fyr Cauline with a backward' stroke,
He smote off his right-hand ;
Fell downe on that lay-land,
Then up fyr Cauline lift his brande
All over his head fo hye:
Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye.
Then up and came that ladye brighte,
Faste wringing of her hande :
Withold that deadlye brande.
For the maydens love, that most you love,
Now smyte no more I praye;
He ihall thy hests obaye,
Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte, 125
And here on this lay-land,
And therto plight thy hand :
And that thou never on Eldridge come
To sporte, gamon, or playe :
Until thy dying daye.
Ver. 109. aukeward. Ms.
The Eldridge knighte gave up his armes
With many a forrowfulle fighe ; And sware to obey syr Caulines heft,
Till the tyme that he hold dye.
And he then up and the Eldridge knighte
Sett him in his saddle anone,
To theyr caftle are they gone.
Then he tooke up the bloudy hand,
That was so large of bone,
Of knightes that had be flone.
Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde,
As hard as any flint :
As bright as fyre and brent.
Home then pricked fyr Cauline
As light as leafe on tree :
Till he his ladye fee.
Then downe he knelt
his knee Before that lady gay : O ladye, I have bin on the Eldridge hills i
These tokens I bring away.
Now welcome, welcome, fyr Cauline,
Thrice welcome unto mee,
Of valout bolde and free,
O ladye, I am thy own true knighte,
Thy hefts for to obaye :
Ne more his tonge colde faye.
The ladye blushed fcarlette redde,
And fette a gentill fighe :
For my degree's foe highe?
But fith thou haft hight, thou comely youth,
To be my batchilere,
I will have none other fere.
Then shee held forthe her lilly-white hand
Towards that knighte so free:
The teares fterte from his ee.
But keep my counfayl, fyr Caulìne,
Ne let no man it knowe;
For and ever my father sholde it ken,
I wot he wolde us floe.
From that daye forthe that ladye fayre.
Lovde fyr Cauline the knighte : From that daye forthe he only joyde
Whan shee was in his fight.
Yea and oftentimes they mette
Within a fayre arbòure,
Paft manye a pleasaunt houre.
PART THE SECOND.
VERYE white will have its blacke,
And everye sweete its fowre : This founde the ladye Christabelle
In an untimely howre.
And into the arboure as he went
To reft his wearye feet,
There sette in daliaunce sweet.
The kinge hee sterted forthe, I-wys,
And an angrye man was hee :
And rewe shall thy ladie.
Then forthe fyr Cauline he was ledde,
And throwne in dungeon deepe : And the ladye into a towre so hye,
There left to wayle and weepe.
queene she was syr Caulines friend, And to the kinge fayd shee : I praye you save fyr Caulines life,
And let him banisht bee.
Now, dame, that traitor shal be sent
Across the salt sea fome :
A foule deathe is his doome.
All woe-begone was that gentil knight
To parte from his ladyè;