"O ladye, I've been with thy own true love, This night will he be at thy bowre-windowe, Nowe day was gone and night was come, All save the ladye Emmeline, Who sate in our bowre to weepe: And soon she heard her true love's voice Lowe whispering at the walle; KNIGHT.-" Awake, awake, my deare ladye, 'Tis I, thy true love call. “Awake, awake, my ladye deare, Come, mount this faire palfraye; This ladder of ropes will lette thee downe, EMMELINE." Nowe nay, nowe nay, thou gentle knighte, this may not bee; Nowe nay, For aye should I lose my maiden fame, If alone I should wend with thee." KNIGHT.—" O ladye, thou with a knighte so true Mayste safelye wend alone; To my ladye mother I wille thee bringe, EMMELINE." My father he is a baron bolde, And what would he saye if his daughter "Ah! well I wot, he never would rest, Nor his meate should do him no goode, Until he had slain thee, Childe of Elle, And seene thy deare heart's bloode.' KNIGHT.—“ O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle settɔ, I would not care for thy cruel father, Nor the worst that he could doe. B "O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette, I would not care for thy cruel father, Faire Emmeline sighed, faire Emmeline wept, At length he seized her lilly-white hand, And thrice he clasped her to his breaste, The teares that fell from her fair eyes He mounted himself on his stede so talle, And slung his bugle about his necke, All this beheard her owne damselle, "Awake, awake, thou baron bold! Awake, my noble dame! Your daughter is fledde with the Childe of Elle, To do the deed of shame.” The baron he woke, the baron he rose, And called his merrye men all: "And come thou forth, Sir John, the knighte, Thy ladye is carried to thrall." Faire Emmeline scant had ridden a mile, When she was aware of her father's men And foremost came the carlish knighte, "For she is come of hye lineage, And was of a ladye borne; And ill it beseems thee-a false churl's sonne, To carry her hence to scorne." "Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knighte, Nowe thou doest lye of mee; A knighte me bred, and a ladye me bore, "But light nowe downe, my ladye faire, "But light nowe downe, my deare ladye, Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept, While 'twixt her love and the carlish knighte The Child of Elle hee fought soe well, And nowe the baron and all his men Ah, what may ladye Emmeline doe? Her lover he put his horne to his mouth, And soone he saw his own merry men "Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold baron, Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts Fast knit in true love's band. 66 'Thy daughter I have dearly loved, "O give consent shee may be mine, "My mother she was an earl's daughter, The baron he frown'd, and turn'd away Fair Emmeline sigh'd, fair Emmeline wept, At length she sprang upon her knee, 66 'Pardon, my lorde and father deare, “Oft have you called your Emmeline O! let not, then, your harsh resolves The baron he stroakt his dark-brown cheeke, And turned his heade asyde, To wipe awaye the starting teare, He proudly strave to hyde. In deepe revolving thought he stoode, Then raised faire Emmeline from the grounde, With many a fond embrace. "Here, take her, Child of Elle," he sayd, And gave her lillye white hand;— "Here, take my deare and only child, And with her half my land. 66 Thy father once mine honour wrong'd And as thou love her, and hold her deare, CHEVY-CHACE. GOD prosper long our noble king, To drive the deere with hound and horne, Erle Percy took his way; The child may rue that is unborne, The hunting of that day. The stout Erle of Northumberland The cheefest harts in Chevy-Chace Who sent Erle Percy present word, |