The book of British ballads . ight, 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. How often does the renowned Arthur,under such circumstances, exclaim, O, Jesu ! what knyte isthat arrayed all in greene (or as the case may be)? Hejustethmyghtely! The Emperor of Almaine, in like
The book of British ballads . ight, 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. How often does the renowned Arthur,under such circumstances, exclaim, O, Jesu ! what knyte isthat arrayed all in greene (or as the case may be)? Hejustethmyghtely! The Emperor of Almaine, in like manner,after the timely succour afforded him by Syr Gowhter, isanxious to learn the name of his modest but unknown de-liverer : — Now dere God, said the Emperor,Whence com the knyght that is so styfe and stoure,And al araide in rede,Both hors, armour, and his stede ?A thousand Sarezyns he hath made blede,And beteen hem to dethe,That heder is com to helpe yesterday in black was he. J. Franklin del. G. Dalziel sc. 307. Sir ©aulme. His acton it was all of blacke, His hewberke, and his sheelde,Ne noe man wist whence he did come,Ne noe man knewe where he did gone,When they came from the feelde. And now three days were prestlye past In feates of chivalrye,When lo upon the fourth morninge A sorrowfulle sight they see. A hugye giaunt stiffe and starke, All foule of limbe and lere ;Two goggling eyen like fire farden, A mouthe from eare to eare. Before him came a dwarffe full lowe, That waited on his knee;And at his backe five heads he bare, All wan and pale of blee. 6 Sir, quoth the dwarffe, and louted lowe, Behold that hend Soldain!Behold these heads I beare with me! They are kings which he hath slain. The Eldridge knight is his own cousine, Whom a knight of thine hath shent:And hee is come to avenge his wrong,And to thee, all thy knightes among,Defiance here hath sent. But yette he will appease his wrathThy daughters love to winne ; And but thou yeelde him that fayre mayd,T
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