THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAINE. THE original of this story is supposed to be as old as the beginning of the fourteenth century, and to have supplied Chaucer with a theme for one of his tales-"The Wife's Tale." As it stands here, it contains all the amendments and supplementary stanzas by Dr. Percy; every alternate leaf, containing nine stanzas, being wanting in his folio MS. As a general answer, however, to all the charges against him, he has printed the old fragment literally and exactly at the end of his first volume," that such austere antiquaries as complain that the ancient copies have not been always rigidly adhered to, may see how unfit for publication many of the pieces would have been, if all the blunders, corruptions, and nonsense of illiterate reciters and transcribers had been superstitiously retained, without some attempt to correct and amend them." It should be added, that on a comparison of the two, there is as little difference as could be expected or wished. KING Arthur lives in merry Carlile, And there with him Queen Guenever, And there with him Queen Guenever, That were both stiff and stower. The king a royal Christmass kept, And when they were to dinner set, A boon! a boon! O King Arthur! Who hath shent my love and me. At Tearn-Wadling* his castle stands, And proudly rise the battlements, No gentle knight, nor lady gay, But from that foul discourteous knight He's twice the size of common men, With thews and sinews strong! This grim baron 'twas our hard hap When to his bower he bare my love, And sore misused me. *Tearn (i. e. lake) Wadling is a small lake, near Hesketh in Cumberland, on the road from Penrith to Carlisle. It is reported that the remains of au old castle, near the lake, were visible at no remote period.-Dr. PERCY. And when I told him, King Arthur Up then started King Arthur, Go fetch my sword Excalibar! And when he came to Tearn-Wadling, Come forth! come forth! thou proud baron, On magic ground that castle stood, No valiant knight could tread thereon, Forth then rushed that carlish knight— His sturdy sinews lost their strength, Now yield thee! yield thee! King Arthur— Now yield thee unto me; Or fight with me, or lose thy land, No better terms may be. Unless thou swear upon the Rood, And promise on thy faye, Upon the New Year's day. And bring me word what thing it is This is thy ransom, Arthur,-he says, King Arthur then held up his hand, Then took his leave of the grim baron, And fast he rode away. And he rode east, and he rode west, And did of all inquire, What thing it is all women crave, Some told him riches, pomp, or state- In letters all King Arthur wrote, As ruthful he rode over a moor, He saw a lady sit, Between an oak and a green holly, All clad in red scarlet.* Her nose was crooked and turned outward, Her chin stood all awry, "This was a common phrase in our old writers. So Chaucer, Her hosen were of fyne scarlet red.'" DR. PERCY. It is not improbable that scarlet might have been originally the name of a stuff, and afterwards come to be considered as a particular colour. Such was undoubtedly the case with crimson, or crimosin, as we read of purple and white crimson. And where as should have been her mouth, Her hair, like serpents, clung about A worse-formed lady than she was No man mote ever view. To hail the king in seemly sort, What wight art thou, the lady said, If thou wilt ease my pain he said, O swear me this upon the rood, King Arthur promised on his faith, Now this shall be my pay, Sir King, And this my guerdon be, That some young fair and courtly knight Fast then pricked King Arthur, |