5 Sweet Love, begon a while, Thou seest my heavines; Beautie is borne but to beguyle My harte of happines. See how my little flocke, That lovde to feede on highe, 10 Doe headlonge tumble downe the rocke, XV. Lord Thomas and Fair Ellinor is given (with corrections) from an ancient copy in black-letter in the Pepys Collection, entitled, "A tragical ballad on the unfortunate love of Lord Thomas and fair Ellinor, together with the downfall of the browne girl." In the same collection may be seen an attempt to modernize this old song, and reduce it to a different measure: a proof of its popularity. LORD Thomas he was a bold forrester, And a chaser of the kings deere; Faire Ellinor was a fine woman, And Lord Thomas he loved her deare. Whether I shall marrye with faire Ellinor, "Come riddle my riddle, dear mother," he sayd, "And riddle us both as one; And let the browne girl alone?" 5 "The browne girl she has got houses and lands, Faire Ellinor she has got none; 10 And therefore I charge thee on my blessing, "What newes, what newes, Lord Thomas," she sayd; "What newes dost thou bring to mee?" "I am come to bid thee to my wedding, And that is bad newes for thee." "O God forbid, Lord Thomas," she sayd, I thought to have been the bride my selfe 25 "Come riddle my riddle, dear mother," she sayd, Whether I shall goe to Lord Thomas his wedding, "There are manye that are your friendes, daughter, And manye a one your foe; Therefore I charge you on my blessing, To Lord Thomas his wedding don't goe." "There are manye that are my friendes, mother; But were every one my foe, Betide me life, betide me death, To Lord Thomas his wedding I'ld goe." She cloathed herself in gallant attire, 30 35 40 But when she came to Lord Thomas his gate, 45 And who was so readye as Lord Thomas, To lett faire Ellinor in. "Is this your bride ?" fair Ellinor sayd; Despise her not, fair Ellin," he sayd, 50 For better I love thy little finger, 55 Than all her whole bodèe." This browne bride had a little penknife, That was both long and sharpe, And betwixt the short ribs and the long, 60 Ver. 29, It should probably be, Reade me, read, &c., i. e. Advise me, advise. "O Christ thee save," Lord Thomas, hee sayd, "Methinks thou lookst wonderous wan; Thou usedst to look with as fresh a colour, As ever the sun shone on." "O art thou blind, Lord Thomas?" she sayd, "Or canst thou not very well see? 65 O dost thou not see my owne hearts bloode Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side; As he walked about the halle, 70 He cut off his brides head from her shoulders, And threw it against the walle. He set the hilte against the grounde, There never three lovers together did meete, That sooner againe did parte. 75 **The reader will find a Scottish song on a similiar subject to this towards the end of this volume, entitled, Lord Thomas and Lady Annet. XVI. Cupid and Campaspe. This elegant little sonnet is found in the third act of an old play. entited, Alexander and Campaspe, written by John Lilye, a celebrated writer in the time of Queen Elizabeth. That play was first printed in 1591; but this copy is given from a later edition. VOL. II. CUPID and my Campaspe playd At cardes for kisses; Cupid payd: Growing on's cheek, (but none knows how,) M And then the dimple of his chinne; XVII. The Lady turned Serving-Man is given from a written copy, containing some improvements (perhaps modern ones) upon the popular ballad, entitled, "The famous flower of Serving-men; or the Lady turned Serving-man." You beauteous ladyes, great and small, I was by birth a ladye faire, An ancient barons only heire, And when my good old father dyed, And there my love built me a bower, 5 10 And there I livde a ladye gay, Till fortune wrought our loves decay; For there came foes so fierce a band, 15 That soon they over-run the land. They came upon us in the night, And brent my bower, and slew my knight; I scant with life escap'd away. 20 |