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He drank of the water so cool and clear,
For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank
Under the willow-tree.
There came a man from the neighbouring town
At the Well to fill his pail ; On the well-side he rested it,
And he bade the Stranger hail.
“ Now art thou a bachelor, Stranger ?” quoth he,
« For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drunk this day
That ever thou didst in thy life.
“ Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast,
Ever here in Cornwall been ?
She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne.”
“ I have left a good woman who never was here,”
The Stranger he made reply, “ But that my draught should be the better for that,
I pray you answer me why?”.
“ St. Keyne,” quoth the Cornish-man,“many a time
Drank of this crystal Well,
She laid on the water a spell.
“ If the husband of this gifted Well
Shall drink before his wife,
For he shall be master for life.
“ But if the wife should drink of it first,..
God help the husband then !"
And drank of the water again.
“ You drank of the Well I warrant betimes ?"
He to the Cornish-man said : But the Cornish-man smiled as the stranger spake,
And sheepishly shook his head.
“ I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done,
And left my wife in the porch;
For she took a bottle to church.”
“ Bruno, the Bishop of Herbipolitanum, sailing in the river of Danubius, with Henry the Third, then Emperor, being not far from a place which the Germanes call Ben Strudel, or the devouring gulfe, which is neere unto Grinon, a castle in Austria, a spirit was heard clamouring aloud, · Ho, ho, Bishop Bruno, whither art thou travelling? but dispose of thyselfe how thou pleasest, thou shalt be my prey and spoil.' At the hearing of these words they were all stupified, and the Bishop with the rest crost and blest themselves. The issue was, that within a short time after, the Bishop, feasting with the Emperor in a castle belonging to the Countesse of Esburch, a rafter fell from the roof of the chamber wherein they sate, and strooke him dead at the table.”
Heywood's Hierarchie of the Blessed Angels.
BISHOP BRUNO awoke in the dead midnight,
Bishop Bruno smiled at his fears so vain,
He started up at the fearful dream,
Now he goes forth in proud array,
Before and behind his soldiers ride,
So he went on stately and proud,