"O Christ thee save," Lord Thomas, hee sayd, "Methinks thou lookst wonderous wan; Thou usedst to look with as fresh a colour, As ever the sun shone on." "O art thou blind, Lord Thomas?" she sayd, 66 Or canst thou not very well see? 65 O dost thou not see my owne hearts bloode Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side; As he walked about the halle, 70 He cut off his brides head from her shoulders, He set the hilte against the grounde, There never three lovers together did meete, That sooner againe did parte. 75 **The reader will find a Scottish song on a similiar subject to this towards the end of this volume, entitled, Lord Thomas and Lady Annet. XVI. Cupid and Campaspe. This elegant little sonnet is found in the third act of an old play. entited, 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. VOL. II. CUPID and my Campaspe playd Growing on's cheek, (but none knows how,) M And then the dimple of his chinne; XVII. The Lady turned Serving-Man is given from a written copy, containing some improvements (perhaps modern ones) upon the popular ballad, entitled, "The famous flower of Serving-men; or the Lady turned Serving-man." You beauteous ladyes, great and small, Whereby that you may understand I was by birth a ladye faire, And when my good old father dyed, And there my love built me a bower, 5 10 And there I livde a ladye gay, Till fortune wrought our loves decay; 15 They came upon us in the night, And brent my bower, and slew my knight; And trembling hid in mans array, I scant with life escap'd away. 20 In the midst of this extremitie, Yet though my heart was full of care, At length all wearied with my toil, That downe my cheeke the teares did flow. Then to his Grace I did replye, "I am a poore and friendlesse boye, Though nobly borne, nowe forc'd to bee A serving-man of lowe degree." "Stand up, faire youth," the king reply'd, "For thee a service I'll provyde. 45 About my person to remaine? Or wilt thou be one of my guard, 55 "Chuse, gentle youth," said he "thy place." Then I reply'd, "If it please Your Grace To shew such favour unto mee, Your chamberlaine I faine would bee." The king then smiling gave consent, Now marke what fortune did provide : Thus being left alone behind, in my I wept to see my mans array; mind; And meeting with a ladyes vest, And taking up a lute straitwaye, And sweetly to the same did sing, As made both hall and chamber ring. 80 "My father was as brave a lord, "I had my musicke every day 85 90 |