And who was so readye as faire Ellinòr, 20 "What newes, what newes, lord Thomas," she sayd? "O God forbid, lord Thomas," she said, 25 30 "Come riddle my riddle, dear mother," she sayd, "There are manye that are your friendes, daughtèr, Therefore I charge you on my blessing, To lord Thomas his wedding don't goe." 35 "There are manye that are my friendes, mothér; 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, But when she came to Lord Thomas his gate, And who was so readye as lord Thomàs, 40 45 "Is this your bride ?" fair Ellinor sayd, 50 Ver. 29. It should probably be, "Reade me, read," &c. i. e. Advise me, advise. Thou mightest have had as faire a womàn, "Despise her not, fair Ellin," he sayd, For better I love thy little finger, Than all her whole bodèe. This browne bride had a little penknife, And betwixt the short ribs and the long, "O, Christ thee save," lord Thomas, hee sayd, Thou usedst to look with as fresh a colòur, 55 60 "Oh, art thou blind, lord Thomas ?" she sayd, 65 Oh! dost thou not see my owne hearts bloode As he walked about the halle, Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side; 70 He cut off his brides head from her shouldèrs, And threw it against the walle. He set the hilte against the grounde, And the point against his harte. There never three lovers together did meete, 75 The reader will find a Scottish song on a similar subject to this, towards the end of this volume, intitled, "Lord Thomas and Fair Annet." XVI. CUPID AND CAMPASPE. THIS elegant little sonnet is found in the third act of an old play intitled, "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. CUPID and my Campaspe playd At cardes for kisses; Cupid payd : Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) XVII. THE LADY TURNED SERVING-MAN, -is given from a written copy, containing some improvements (perhaps modern ones), upon the popular ballad, intitled, "The famous flower of Serving-men: or the Lady turned Serving-man." You beauteous ladyes, great and small, I was by birth a lady faire, And there my love built me a bower, They came upon us in the night, And brent my bower, and slew my knight; In the midst of this extremitìe, Yet though my heart was full of care, And therewithall I cut my haire, At length all wearied with my toil, 10 15 20 25 30 35 That downe my cheeke the teares did flow. It chanc'd the king of that same place Then to his grace I did replye, I am a poore and friendlesse boye, "Stand up, faire youth," the king reply'd, But tell me first what thou canst do; Wilt thou be usher of my hall, To 'tend on me when I shall dine ? Or wilt thou be my chamberlaine, Chuse, gentle youth," said he, "thy place." Your chamberlaine I faine would bee." The king then smiling gave consent, Now marke what fortune did provide ; |