O master, master, then quoth hee, But up then rose that lither1 ladd And when he came to the ladie's chamber, He thrild upon a pinn ;" The lady was true of her promise, Rose up, and lett him in. He did not take the lady gaye To boulster or to bed: 'Nor, thoughe hee had his wicked wille, He did not kisse that ladye's mouthe, But home then came that lither ladd, Awake, awake, my deere master, For I have saddled your horsse, mastèr, Up then rose good Glasgeriòn, 1 Lither-worthless. 2 This is elsewhere expressed "twirled the pin," or "tirled at the pin," and seems to refer to the turning round the button on the outside of a door, by which the latch rises, still used in cottages. 3 Youd-went. And when he came to the ladye's chamber, The ladye was more than true of promise, left with me Saies, whether have you Glasgèrion swore a full great othe, O then it was your lither foot-page; Then shee pulled forth a little pen-knìffe, That hanged by her knee. Sayes, there shall never noe churlè's blood No churles blood shall ever defile The daughter of a kinge. Home then went Glasgèrion, And woe, good lord, was hee; Sayes, come thou hither, Jacke my boy, If I had killed a man to night, Jacke, I would tell it thee: But if I have not killed a man to night, And he puld out his bright brown sword, And he smote off that lither ladd's head, He sett the sword's poynt till his brest, Throw the falsenesse of that lither ladd, 1 Mr. Finlay thinks that of the meaning of these three oaths nothing satis factory can be said; but in the thorn he suspects an allusion to the Crown of Thorns. OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE. Corrected from the folio MS. LET never again soe old a man As did old Robin of Portingale; Who may rue all the dayes of his life. For the mayor's daughter of Lin, god wott, And thought with her to have lived in love, They scarce were in their wed-bed laid, But upp shee rose, and forth shee goes, Sleepe you, wake you, faire sir1 Gyles? Sleepe you, wake you, faire sir Gyles O, I am waking, sweete, he said, Twenty-four good knights, shee sayes, All that beheard his litle footepage, He mourned still, and wept full sore; 1 The title of "Sir" is given to the steward, not as being a knight, but as, probably, belonging to some inferior order of priesthood. 2 Unbethought-properly onbethought, for bethought, and still used in the Midland counties. 3 Spill-destroy. * Dinge-knock. And that beheard his deare mastèr Hath any one done to thee wronge, Or, if it be my head bookes-man,1 howse O, it is not your head bookes-man, But, on to-morrow ere it be noone head steward, And of that bethank your If it be not true, my dear mastèr, If it be not true, thou litle foot-page, O call now downe my faire ladye, Downe then came his ladye faire, What is your will, my owne wed-lord? 1 Bookes-man-clerk, or secretary. And thou be sicke, my own wed-lord, But my five maydens and myselfe And at the waking of your first sleepe, 6 And at the waking of your next' sleepe, He put a silk cote1 on his backe, And hee putt a steele cap on his head, He layd a bright browne sword by his side, "And twentye good knights he placed at hand, To watch him in his sleepe.' And about the middle time of the night, Old Robin with his bright browne sword None save only a litle foot page, Crept forth at a window of stone: And he had two armes when he came in, And he went back with one. Upp then came that ladie gaye She thought to have brought sir Gyles a drinke, The first thinge that she stumbled on Sayes, Ever alacke, and woe is mee! Cote-coat. 2 Ginn-plot. 3 Quick-alive. |