The book of British ballads . , traytoure, thou shalthange or drawe,And rewe shall thy ladye. Then forthe Sir Cauline he was ledde,And throwne in dungeon deepe ; And the layde into a towre so hye,There left to wayle and weepe. The queene she was Sir Caulines friend, And to the kinge sayd shee : I praye you save Sir Caulines life, And let him banisht bee. Now, dame, that traytoure shall 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 woebegone was that gentil knight To parte from his ladye;And many a time he si
The book of British ballads . , traytoure, thou shalthange or drawe,And rewe shall thy ladye. Then forthe Sir Cauline he was ledde,And throwne in dungeon deepe ; And the layde into a towre so hye,There left to wayle and weepe. The queene she was Sir Caulines friend, And to the kinge sayd shee : I praye you save Sir Caulines life, And let him banisht bee. Now, dame, that traytoure shall 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 woebegone was that gentil knight To parte from his ladye;And many a time he sighed sore, And cast a wistfulle eye: Faire Christabelle, from thee to parte, Farre lever had I dye. Faire Christabelle, that ladye bright, Was had forthe of the towre ;But ever shee droopeth in her minde,As nipt by an ungentle winde Doth some faire lillye flowre. And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint her lover soe: Sir Cauline, thou little thinkst on mee, But I will still be true. G. P. Nicbolls sc. 306 4: $bix Many a kinge, and manye a duke, And lorde of high degree,Did sue to that fayre ladye of love; But never shee wolde them nee. When manye a daye was past and gone, Ne comfort she colde finde,The kynge proclaimed a tourneament, To cheere his daughters mind: And there came lords, and there cameFro manye a farre countrye, [knights, To break a spere for theyr ladyes loveBefore that faire ladye. And many a ladye there was sette In purple and in palle :But fair Christabelle soe woe-begone Was the fayrest of them all. Then manye a knight was mickle of might Before his ladye gaye;But a stranger wight, whom no man knewe, He wan the prize eche daye.* * Sir Cauline is here made to act up to the genuine spiritof perfect chivalry. In old romances no incident is of morefrequent occurrence than this, of knights already distinguishedfor feats of arms laying aside their wonted cognizances, and,under the semblance of strange knights, manfully performingright valiant deeds. H
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