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TROY THE DEATH OF CHAUCER TO THE AGE OF ELIZABETH
A. D. 1400-1558.
18. JAMES I. 1394-1437. (Manual, p. 60.)
From the King's Quair (Quire or Book).
ON HIS BELOVED.
The longè dayès and the nightès eke,
I would bewail my fortune in this wise,
For which, again ? distress comfort to seek
My custom was, on mornès, for to rise
Early as day: 0 happy exercise!
By thee come I to joy out of torment;
But now to purpose of my first intent.
Bewailing in my chamber, thus alone,
Despaired of all joy and remedy,
For-tired of my thought, and woe begone;
And to the window gan I walk in hye,
To see the world and folk that went forby;
As for the time (though I of mirthis food
Might have no more) to look it did me good.
Now was there made fast by the touris wall
A garden fair; and in the corners set
An herbere : green; with wandis long and small
Railed about and so with treeis set
Was all the place, and hawthorn hedges knet,
That life was none (a) walking there forby
That might within scarce any wight espy.
Oi her array the form gif“ I shall write,
Toward her golden hair, and rich attire,
In fret wise coucher with pearlis white,
And greatè balas ó lemyng @ as the fire;
With many an emerant and faire sapphire,
And on her head a chaplet fresh of hue,
Of plumys parted red and white and blue.
About her neck, white as the fyr amaille,'
A goodly chain of small orfevyrie,
Whereby there hang a ruby without fail
Like to a heart yshapen verily,
That as a spark of loweo su wantonly
Seemèd burnyng upon her white throat;
Now gif there was good parly God it wote.
And for to walk that freshè mayè's morrow,
An hook she had upon her tissue white,
That goodlier had not been seen toforrow,''
As I suppose, and girt she was a lyte
Thus halling '? loose for haste; to such deligh:
It was to see her youth in goodlihead,
That for rudeness to speak thereof I dread.
In her was youth, beauty with humble port,
Bounty, richess, and womanly feature:
(God better wote than my pen can report)
Wisdom largèss, estate and cunning sure,
In a word in deed, in shape and countenance,
That nature might no more her childe avance.
& Bubies. 6 Burning.
8 Goldsmith's work.
1 Mr. Ellis conjectures that this is an error, for fair email, i. & enam
U A little.
19. WILLIAM DUNBAR, about 1465-1520. (Manual, p. 60.)
Then Irp came with trouble and strife. 10 Boasters, braggarts, and bullies, 11 After him pasina in pairs. 12 All arrayed in feature of war. 13 In coats of armor and bonnets of steel. 14 Their legs were chained to the heel. (Probably it means covered with iron net-work.) 15 Froward was their aspect. 16 Some struck upon others with brands. 17 Some stuck others to the hilt. 18 With knives tha: sharply could mangle. 19 Followed Envy. 20 Filled full of quarrel and felony. 21 For privy hatred that traitor trembled. 22 Ilim followed many a dissembling renegado. 23 With feigned words fair or white. 24 And flatterers to men's faces. 23 And backbiters of sundry races. 26 To lie that had delight 27 With spreaders of false lies. 28 Alas that courts of noble kings. 29 Of them (in never be rid.
20. Sir David LYNDSAY. 1490-1557. (Manual, p. 69.)
MELDRUM's Duel WITH THE ENGLISH CHAMPION TALBART.
Then clariouns and trumpets blew,
And weiriours !
On eviry side come? mony man
To behald wha the battel wan.
The field was in the meadow green,
Quhare everie man micht weil be seen:
The heraldis put than sa in order,
That na man past within the border,
Nor preissit' to com within the green,
Bot heraldis and the campiouns keen;
The order and the circumstance
Wer lang to put in remembrance.
Quhen thir twa nobill men of weir
Wer weill accounterit in their geir,
And in thair handis strong burdounis,'
Than trumpettis blew and clariounis,
And heraldis cryit hie on hicht,
Now let thame go- God shaw. the richt.
Than trumpettis blew triumphantly,
And thay twa campiouns eagerlie,
They spurrit their hors with spier on breist,
Pertly to prief 6 their pith they preist.?
That round rink-room was at utterance,
Bot Talbart's hors with ane mischance
He outterit,' and to run was laith;
Quharof Talbart was wonder wraith."
The Squyer furth his rink" he ran,
Commendit weill with every man,
And him discharget of his speir
Honestlie, like ane man of weir.
The trenchour 13 of the Squyreis speir
Stak still into Sir Talbart's geir;
Than everie man into that steid 14
Did all beleve that he was dede.
The Squyer lap richt haistillie
From his coursour 15 deliverlie,
And to Sir Talbart made support,
And humillie 16 did him comfort.
When Talbart saw into his schield
Ane otter in ane silver field,
This race, said he, I sair may rew,
For I see weill my dreame was true;
Methocht yon otter gart" me bleid,
And buir me backwart from my sted;
But heir I vow to God soverane,
That I sall never just 19 agane.
And sweitlie to the Squiyre said,
Thou knawis 20 the cunningthat we made,
Quhilk 22 of us twa suld tyne 23 the field,
He suld baith hors and armour yield
Till him ?4 that wan, quhairfore I will
My hors and harness geve thé till.
Then said the Squyer, courteouslie,
Brother, I thank you hartfullie;
Of you, forsooth, nothing I crave,
For I have gotten that I would have.
21. Joux SKELTON, d. 1529. (Manual, p. 65.)
But this mad Amalek
Like to a Mamelek,'
He regardeth lords
No more than potshords ;
He is in such elation
Of his exaltat
And the supportation
Of our sovereign lord,
That, God to record,
He ruleth all at will,
Without reason or skill; '
Howbeit the primordial
Of his wretched original,
And his base progeny,
And his greasy genealogy,
He came of the sank royal •
That was cast out of a butcher's stall.