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The armes, the which that Cupyde bare,
Wer pearced hartes with teares besprent, In silver and sable to declare
The ftedfast love, he alwaies ment.
There myght you see his band al drest
In colours lyke to white and blacke, With powder and with pellets prest
To bring the fort to spoyle and facke.
Good-wil, the maister of the shot,
Stode in the rampire brave and proude, For spence of powder he spared not
Affault! assault ! to crye aloude.
There might you heare the cannons rore;
Eche piece discharged a lovers loke; Which had the power to rent, and tore
In any place wheras they toke.
And even with the trumpets sowne
The scaling ladders wer up set, And Beauty walked up and downe,
With bow in hand, and arrowes whet.
Then first Desire began to scale,
And shrouded him under his targe ; As one the worthiest of them al,
And aptest for to geve the charge.
Then pushed souldiers with their pykes,
And halberders with handy strokes ; The argabushe in fleshe it lightes,
And duns the ayre with misty smokes.
And as it is now' souldiers use
When shot and powder gyns to want, I hanged up my fiagge of truce,
And pleaded for my livès grant.
When Fanfy thus had made her breache,
And Beauty entred with her bande, With bag and baggage, sely wretch,
I yelded into Beauties hand.
Then Beauty bad to blow retrete,
fouldiour to retyre,
Me captive bound as prisoner.
Madame, quod I, fith that this day
Hath served you at all assayes, I yelde to you without delay
Here of the fortresse all the kayes :
And fith that I have ben the marke,
shot at with your eye ; Nedes must you with your handy warke
Or falve my fore, or let me die.
This old fabulous legend is given from the Editor's folio MS, with a few conjettural emendations, and the intsertion of 3 or 4 panzas to supply defeats in the original copy.
UR kyng he kept a false stewarde,
Sir Aldingar they him call;
Servde not in bower nor hall.
He wolde have layne by our comelye queene,
Her deere worshippe to betraye:
And evermore fayd him naye.
Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind,
With her hee was never content,
In a fyer to have her brent.
There came a lazar to the ki gs gate,
A lazar both blinde and I ne :
As God nowe grant it bee !
Lye ftill, lazàr, wheras thou lyest,
In two howers of the day.”
Then went him forth fir Aldingar,
And hyed him to our king: « If I might have grace, as I have space,
" Sad tydings I could bring.”
Saye on, faye on, fir Aldingar,
on the foothe to mee.
hath chosen a new new love,
Saye Co Our
" If thee had chosen a right good knight,
" The lesse had beene her shame; “ But she hath chose her a lazar man,
A lazar both blinde and lame."
If this be true, fir Aldingar,
The tydings thou tellest to me,
Riche both of golde and fee.
But if it be false, fir Aldingar,
on the gallows tree.
He brought our king to the queenes chamber,
And opend to him the dore.
For our queene dame Elinore !
If thou wert a man, as thou art none,
45 Here on my sword thouft dye;
of new gallowes shall now be built, And there fhalt thou hang on hye.
But a payre
Forth then hyed our king, I wysse,
And an angry man was hee;
That bride fo bright of blee.
Now God you save, our queene, madame,
And Christ you save and fee; Heere
have chosen a newe newe love,
will have none of mee.
If you had chosen a right good knight,
Therfore a fyer there shall be built
And brent all shalt thou bee.
Sir Aldingar's false to mee.