A hugye giaunt stiffe and starke, Before him came a dwarffe full lowe, Sir, quoth the dwarffe, and louted lowe, 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 wrath Thy daughters love to winne : And but thou yeelde him that fayre mayd, Thy halls and towers must brenne. Thy head, syr king, must goe with mee; Or else within these lists soe broad The king he turned him round aboute, Is there never a knighte of my round table, Is there never a knighte amongst yee all For hee shall have my broad lay-lands, But every knighte of his round table For whenever they lookt on the grim soldàn, All woe-begone was that fayre ladyè, Up then sterte the stranger knighte, And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde, That lyeth within thy bowre, I truste in Christe for to slay this fiende Thoughe he be stiff in stowre. Goe fetch him downe the Eldridge sworde, The kinge he cryde, with speede : Nowe heaven assist thee, courteous knighte; My daughter is thy meede. The gyaunt he stepped into the lists, I sweare, as I am the hend soldàn, Then forthe the stranger knight he came "That this were my true knighte!" And nowe the gyaunt and knighte be mett The soldan strucke the knighte a stroke, The soldan strucke a second stroke, And made the bloude to flowe: All pale and wan was that ladye fayre, And thrice she wept for woe. A SCOTTISH BALLAD. From a MS. copy transmitted from Scotland. Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi' bluid, Edward, Edward? Mither, mither : Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, That erst was sae fair and free, O. THIS old romantic legend (partly from two copies) bears marks of considerable antiquity, and perhaps ought to have taken place of any in this volume. It appears to have been written while part of Spain was in the hands of the Saracens or Moors; whose empire there was not fully extinguished before the year 1491. The Mahometans are spoken of in ver. 49, etc., just in the same terms as in all other old romances. I cannot help observing that the reader will see, in this ballad, the character of the old minstrels (those successors of the bards) placed in a very respectable light. The further we carry our inquiries back, the greater respect we find paid to the professors of poetry and music among all the Celtic and Gothic nations. Their character was deemed so sacred, that under its sanction our famous King Alfred (as we have already seen) made no scruple to enter the Danish camp, and was at once admitted to the king's headquarters. Our poet has suggested the same expedient to the heroes of this ballad. Even so late as the time of Froissart we find minstrels and heralds mentioned together as those who might securely go into an enemy's country. As to Estmere's riding into the hall while the kings were at table, this was usual in the ages of chivalry; and even to this day we see a relic of this custom still kept up in the champion's riding into Westminster hall during the coronation dinner, Some liberties have been taken with this tale by the editor, but none without notice to the reader in that part which relates to the subject of the harper and his attendant. HEARKEN to me, gentlemen, Come and you shall heare; Ile tell you of two of the boldest brethren That ever borne y-were. The tone of them was Adler younge, The tother was kyng Estmere ; As they were drinking ale and wine Within kyng Estmeres halle : When will ye marry a wyfe, brother, A wyfe to glad us all? Then bespake him kyng Estmere, And answered him hastilee : I know not that ladye in any land Kyng Adland hath a daughter, brother, That ladye shold be my queene. Saies, Reade me, reade me, deare brother, Saies, You shal ryde yourselfe, brother, Many throughe fals messengers are deceived, And I feare lest soe shold wee. Thus the renisht them to ryde Of twoe good renisht steeds, And when the came to king Adlands halle, Of redd gold shone their weeds. And when the came to kyng Adlands hall Before the goodlye gate, There they found good kyng Adland Now Christ thee save, good kyng Adland; You have a daughter, said Adler younge, Yesterday was att my deere daughter Syr Bremor the kyng of Spayne; And then she nicked him of naye, And I doubt sheele do you the same. The kyng of Spayne is a foule paynìm, And 'leeveth on Mahound; And pitye it were that fayre ladyè Shold marrye a heathen hound. But grant to me, sayes kyng Estmere, Before I goe hence awaye. Although itt is seven yeers and more Since my daughter was in halle, She shall come once downe for your sake To glad my guestès alle. Downe then came that mayden fayre, With ladyes laced in pall, And halfe a hundred of bold knightes, To bring her from bowre to hall; And as many gentle squiers, To tend upon them all. The talents of golde were on her head sette, Hanged low downe to her knee; And everye ring on her small finger Shone of the chrystall free. Saies, God you save, my deere madàm; Saies, God you save and see. Said, You be welcome, kyng Estmere, Right welcome unto mee. And if you love me, as you saye, Soe well and hartilèe, All that ever you are comen about Soone sped now itt shal bee. Then bespake her father deare: My daughter, I saye naye; Remember well the kyng of Spayne, What he sayd yesterdaye. He wold pull downe my halles and castles, I cannot blame him if he doe, Your castles and your towres, father, Are stronglye built aboute; And therefore of the king of Spaine Wee neede not stande in doubt. Plight me your troth, nowe, kyng Estmère, Then kyng Estmere he plight his troth And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre, To goe to his owne countree, To fetche him dukes and lordes and knightes, That marryed the might bee. They had not ridden scant a myle, But in did come the kyng of Spayne, With manye a bold baròne, Tone day to marrye kyng Adlands daughter, Tother daye to carrye her home. Shee sent one after kyng Estmère Or goe home and loose his ladyè. One whyle then the page he went, Tydings, tydings, kyng Estmere ! That will you sore annoye. You had not ridden scant a mile, But in did come the kyng of Spayne Tother daye to carry her home. My ladye fayre she greetes you well, Now hearken to me, sayes Adler yonge, I quicklye will devise a waye * Sic MS. It should probably be ryse, i.e. my counsel shall arise from thee. See v. 140. |