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But fyr 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,

Then up fyr Cauline lift his brande

All over his head fo hye:
And here I sweare by the holy roode,

Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye.


Then up and came that ladye brighte,

Faste wringing of her hande :
For the maydens love, that most you love,

Withold that deadlye brande.


For the maydens love, that most you love,

Now smyte no more I praye;
And aye whatever thou wilt, my lord,

He ihall thy hests obaye,

Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte, 125

And here on this lay-land,
That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye,

And therto plight thy hand :


And that thou never on Eldridge come

To sporte, gamon, or playe :
And that thou here give up thy armes

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,
And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye

To theyr caftle are they gone.


Then he tooke up the bloudy hand,

That was so large of bone,
And on it he founde five ringes of gold

Of knightes that had be flone.


Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde,

As hard as any flint :
And he tooke off those ringés five,

As bright as fyre and brent.


Home then pricked fyr Cauline

As light as leafe on tree :
I-wys he neither fint ne blanne,

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,
For now I perceive thou art a true knighte,

Of valout bolde and free,


O ladye, I am thy own true knighte,

Thy hefts for to obaye :
And mought I hope to winne thy love!

Ne more his tonge colde faye.


The ladye blushed fcarlette redde,

And fette a gentill fighe :
Alas! fyr knight how may this bee,

For my degree's foe highe?

But fith thou haft 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:
He gave to it one gentill kisse,
His heart was brought from bale to blisse,

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,
Where they in love and sweet daliaunce

Paft manye a pleasaunt houre.



VERYE white will have its blacke,

And everye sweete its fowre : This founde the ladye Christabelle

In an untimely howre.

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And into the arboure as he went

To reft his wearye feet,
He found his daughter and fyr 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,

And rewe shall thy ladie.

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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 :
But here I will make thee a band,
If ever he come within this land,

A foule deathe is his doome.


All woe-begone was that gentil knight

To parte from his ladyè;


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