The book of British ballads . hat lay-land. Then up Sir Cauline lift his brande All over his head so hye : And here I sweare by the holy roode Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye. Then up and came that ladye brighte, Fast wringing of her hande : For the maydens love, that most you love, Withhold 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 shall thy hests obaye. Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte, And here on this lay-land,That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye, And thereto plight thy hand : And that thou
The book of British ballads . hat lay-land. Then up Sir Cauline lift his brande All over his head so hye : And here I sweare by the holy roode Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye. Then up and came that ladye brighte, Fast wringing of her hande : For the maydens love, that most you love, Withhold 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 shall thy hests obaye. Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte, And here on this lay-land,That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye, And thereto 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. The Eldridge knighte gave up his armesWith many a sorrowfulle sighe ; And sware to obey Sir Caulines hest,Till the tyme that he shold dye. And he then up, and the Eldridge knighte Sett him in Ins saddle anone,And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye To theyr castle are they gone. J. Franklin dtl. 303 &tr ©aulttu. i. Then he tooke up the bloudy hand, That was so large of bone,And on it he founde five rings of gold Of knightes that had be slone. Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde, As hard as any flint;And he tooke off those ringes five, As bright as fyre and brent. Home then pricked Sir Cauline As light as leafe on tree :I-wys he neither stint ne blanne, Till he his ladye see. Then downe he knelt upon his knee Before that ladye gay : O ladye, I have bin on the Eldridge hills; These tokens I bring away. Now welcome, welcome, Sir Cauline, Thrice Avelcome unto mee;For now I perceive thou art a true knighte, Of valour bolde and free. O ladye, I am thy own true knighte, Thy bests for to obaye ;And mought I hope to winne thy love! — Ne more his tonge colde say. The ladye blushed scarlette redde, And fette a gentill sighe : Alas! sir knight, how may this bee, For my degrees soe highe ? But sith thou hast bight, thou comelyTo be my batchilere, [youth, He promise if thee I may
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