← Table of contents
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3)

BOOK I.

Reading edition

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

I never heard the olde song of Percy and Duglas, that I found not my heart mooved more then with a trumpet: and yet is it sung but by some blinde crouder, with no rougher voyce, then rude stile; which being so evill apparelled in the dust and cobwebbes of that uncivill age, what would it worke, trymmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar!—Sir Philip Sidney's Apologie for Poetrie, 1595.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

I. THE ANCIENT BALLAD OF CHEVY CHASE.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

The fine heroic song of Chevy-Chase has ever been admired by competent judges. Those genuine strokes of nature and artless passion, which have endeared it to the most simple readers, have recommended it to the most refined; and it has equally been the amusement of our childhood, and the favourite of our riper years.

Mr. Addison has given an excellent critique[71] on this very popular ballad, but is mistaken with regard to the antiquity of the common-received copy; for this, if one may judge from the style, cannot be older than the time of Elizabeth, and was probably written after the elogium of Sir Philip Sidney: perhaps in consequence of it. I flatter myself, I have here recovered the genuine antique poem; the true original song, which appeared rude even in the time of Sir Philip, and caused him to lament, that it was so evil-apparelled in the rugged garb of antiquity.

This curiosity is printed, from an old manuscript,[72] at the end of Hearne's preface to Gul. Newbrigiensis Hist. 1719, 8vo. vol. i. To the MS. copy is subjoined the name of the author, Rychard Sheale;[73] whom Hearne had so little judgement as to suppose to be the same with a R. Sheale, who was living in 1588. But whoever examines the gradation of language and idiom in the following volumes, will be convinced that this is the production of an earlier poet. It is indeed expressly mentioned among some very ancient songs in an old book intituled, The Complaint of Scotland[74] (fol. 42), under the title of the Huntis of Chevet, where the two following lines are also quoted:—

"The Perssee and the Mongumrye mette,[75] That day, that day, that gentil day:"[76]

which, tho' not quite the same as they stand in the ballad, yet differ not more than might be owing to the author's quoting from memory. Indeed whoever considers the style and orthography of this old poem will not be inclined to place it lower than the time of Henry VI.: as on the other hand the mention of James the Scottish King,[77] with one or two anachronisms, forbids us to assign it an earlier date. King James I. who was prisoner in this kingdom at the death of his father,[78] did not wear the crown of Scotland till the second year of our Henry VI.,[79] but before the end of that long reign a third James had mounted the throne.[80] A succession of two or three Jameses, and the long detention of one of them in England, would render the name familiar to the English, and dispose a poet in those rude times to give it to any Scottish king he happened to mention.

So much for the date of this old ballad: with regard to its subject, altho' it has no countenance from history, there is room to think it had originally some foundation in fact. It was one of the Laws of the Marches frequently renewed between the two nations, that neither party should hunt in the other's borders, without leave from the proprietors or their deputies.[81] There had long been a rivalship between the two martial families of Percy and Douglas, which heightened by the national quarrel, must have produced frequent challenges and struggles for superiority, petty invasions of their respective domains, and sharp contests for the point of honour; which would not always be recorded in history. Something of this kind, we may suppose, gave rise to the ancient ballad of the Hunting a' the Cheviat.[82] Percy earl of Northumberland had vowed to hunt for three days in the Scottish border without condescending to ask leave from earl Douglas, who was either lord of the soil, or lord warden of the marches. Douglas would not fail to resent the insult, and endeavour to repel the intruders by force; this would naturally produce a sharp conflict between the two parties: something of which, it is probable, did really happen, tho' not attended with the tragical circumstances recorded in the ballad: for these are evidently borrowed from the Battle of Otterbourn,[83] a very different event, but which after-times would easily confound with it. That battle might be owing to some such previous affront as this of Chevy Chase, though it has escaped the notice of historians. Our poet has evidently jumbled the two subjects together: if indeed the lines,[84] in which this mistake is made, are not rather spurious, and the after-insertion of some person, who did not distinguish between the two stories.

Hearne has printed this ballad without any division of stanzas, in long lines, as he found it in the old written copy; but it is usual to find the distinction of stanzas neglected in ancient MSS.; where, to save room, two or three verses are frequently given in one line undivided. See flagrant instances in the Harleian Catalogue, No. 2253, s. 29, 34, 61, 70, et passim.

[Bishop Percy did well to open his book with Chevy Chase and the Battle of Otterburn, as these two are by far the most remarkable of the old historical ballads still left to us, and all Englishmen must feel peculiar interest in Chevy Chase, as it is one of the few northern ballads that are the exclusive growth of the south side of the Border. The partizanship of the Englishman is very amusingly brought out in verses 145-154, where we learn that the Scotch king had no captain in his realm equal to the dead Douglas, but that the English king had a hundred captains as good as Percy. A ballad which stirred the soul of Sidney and caused Ben Jonson to wish that he had been the author of it rather than of all his own works cannot but be dear to all readers of taste and feeling. The old version is so far superior to the modern one (see Book iii. No. 1) that it must ever be a source of regret that Addison, who elegantly analyzed the modern version, did not know of the original.

It will be well to arrange under three heads the subjects on which a few words require to be added to Percy's preface, viz. 1. the title, 2. the occasion, 3. the author. 1. In the old version the title given in the ballad itself is the hunting of the Cheviat, and in the Complaynt of Scotlande it is referred to as The Huntis of Chevot. The title of the modern version is changed to Chevy Chase, which Dr. E. B. Nicholson has suggested to be derived from the old French word chevauchée, a foray or expedition (see Notes and Queries, 3rd series, vol. xii. p. 124); but this explanation is not needed, as the original of the modern title is found in ver. 62 as Chyviat Chays, which naturally became contracted into Chevy Chase, as Teviotdale into Tevidale (ver. 50).

2. The ballad is so completely unhistorical that it is difficult to give any opinion as to the occasion to which it refers, but apparently it was written, as Bishop Percy remarks, to commemorate a defiant expedition of one of the Lords of the Marches upon the domain of another, but that the names of Percy and Douglas led the writer into a confusion with the battle of Otterburn, which was fresh in the people's memory owing to the ballad of the Battle of Otterburn. In fact Professor Child throws out the hint that possibly Sidney referred to the Battle of Otterburn and not to the Hunting of the Cheviat, as he only mentions the old song of Percie and Douglas, but it has so long been believed that Sidney spoke of Chevy Chase that we should be sorry to think otherwise now. In the note immediately following the modern version (see Book iii. No. 1.) Bishop Percy suggests the possibility that the ballad may refer to the battle of Pepperden fought in 1436, but this view is highly improbable for the following reason. In both the ancient and modern versions the battle of Humbledown is alluded to as a future event caused by the death of Percy at Chevy Chase. Now as Humbledown was fought in the year 1402, and as the battle of Otterburn was the only conflict of importance on the Borders which preceded it, and as, moreover, Otterburn is mentioned in the ballad, there cannot well be any reference to a battle fought so many years afterwards.

3. Bishop Percy is unnecessarily severe in his remark upon Hearne, as that learned antiquary was probably correct in identifying the Richard Sheale of the old ballad with Richard Sheale the minstrel. Whether, however, the latter was the author, as is argued by C. in Brydges' British Bibliographer (vol. 4, pp. 95-105), is another matter. The other examples of the minstrel's muse are so inferior to this ballad that it is impossible to believe him to be the author. Doubtless it was recited by him, and being associated with his name the transcriber may naturally have supposed him to be its maker. Sheale really flourished (or withered, as Mr. Hales has it) at a rather earlier period than the date 1588 mentioned by Percy would lead us to imagine, for he appears to have been writing before 1560, nevertheless the language is of a much earlier date than this, and, moreover, a ballad of the Borders is not likely to have been invented at Tamworth, where Sheale lived.

Chevy Chase was long a highly popular song, and Bishop Corbet, in his Journey into France, speaks of having sung it in his youth. The antiquated beau in Davenant's play of the Wits also prides himself on being able to sing it, and in Wit's Intepreter, 1671, a man when enumerating the good qualities of his wife, cites after the beauties of her mind and her patience "her curious voice wherewith she useth to sing Chevy Chace." Many other ballads were sung to the same tune, so that we are not always sure as to whether the original is referred to or some more modern song. The philosopher Locke, when Secretary to the Embassy sent by Charles II. to the Elector of Brandenburg, wrote home a description of the Brandenburg church singing, in which he says, "He that could not though he had a cold make better music with a chevy chace over a pot of smooth ale, deserved well to pay the reckoning and to go away athirst."[85] The writer here probably referred to any song sung to this tune.]

THE FIRST FIT.[86]

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

The Persé owt of Northombarlande. And a vowe[87] to God mayd he, That he wolde hunte in the mountayns Off Chyviat within dayes thre, In the mauger[88] of doughtè Dogles,[89]5 And all that ever with him be. The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat He sayd he wold kill, and cary them away: Be my feth, sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn, I wyll let[90] that hontyng yf that I may.10 Then the Persé owt of Banborowe cam,[91] With him a myghtye meany;[92] With fifteen hondrith archares bold;[93] The wear chosen out of shyars thre.[94] This begane on a monday at morn15 In Cheviat the hillys so he;[95] The chyld may rue that ys un-born, It was the mor pitté. The dryvars thorowe the woodes went[96] For to reas[97] the dear;20 Bomen bickarte uppone the bent[98] With ther browd aras[99] cleare. Then the wyld[100] thorowe the woodes went On every syde shear;[101] Grea-hondes thorowe the greves glent[102]25 For to kyll thear dear. The begane in Chyviat the hyls abone[103] Yerly[104] on a monnyn-day;[105] Be[106] that it drewe to the oware off none[107] A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.30 The blewe a mort uppone the bent,[108][109] The semblyd on sydis shear;[110] To the quyrry[111] then the Persè went To se the bryttlynge[112] off the deare. He sayd, It was the Duglas promys35 This day to meet me hear; But I wyste he wold faylle verament:[113] A gret oth the Persè swear. At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny,40 He was war ath[114] the doughetie Doglas comynge: With him a myghtè meany,[115] Both with spear, 'byll,' and brande:[116][117] Yt was a myghti sight to se. Hardyar men both off hart nar hande45 Wear not in Christiantè. The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good Withouten any fayle;[118] The wear borne a-long be the watter a Twyde, Yth[119] bowndes of Tividale.50 Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he sayde, And to your bowys look ye tayk good heed;[120] For never sithe[121] ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so mickle need.[122] The dougheti Dogglas on a stede55 He rode all his men beforne;[123] His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;[124] A bolder barne[125] was never born. Tell me 'what' men ye ar, he says,[126] Or whos men that ye be:60 Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me? The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, Yt was the good lord Persè: We wyll not tell the 'what' men we ar, he says,[127]65 Nor whos men that we be; But we wyll hount hear in this chays In the spyte of thyne, and of the. The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld, and cast[128] to carry them a-way.70 Be my troth, sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn,[129] Ther-for the ton[130] of us shall de this day. Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè: To kyll all thes giltless men,75 A-las! it wear great pittè. But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande, I am a yerle[131] callyd within my contre; Let all our men uppone a parti[132] stande; And do the battell off the and of me.80 Nowe Cristes cors[133] on his crowne,[134] sayd the lord Persè.[135] Who-soever ther-to says nay. Be my troth, doughtè Doglas, he says, Thow shalt never se that day; Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,85 Nor for no man of a woman born, But and[136] fortune be my chance, I dar met him on man for on.[137][138] Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde, Ric. Wytharynton[139] was his nam;90 It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde, he says, To kyng Herry the fourth for sham. I wat[140] youe byn great lordes twaw,[141] I am a poor squyar of lande; I wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,95 And stande my-selffe, and looke on, But whyll I may my weppone welde, I wyll not 'fayl' both harte and hande. That day, that day, that dredfull day: The first Fit[142] here I fynde.100 And youe[143] wyll here any mor athe hountyng a the Chyviat, Yet ys ther mor behynde.

THE SECOND FIT.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

The Yngglishe men hade ther bowys yebent, Ther hartes were good yenoughe; The first of arros that the shote off,[144] Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.[145] Yet bydys[146] the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,[147]5 A captayne good yenoughe, And that was sene verament, For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.[148] The Dogglas pertyd his ost in thre, Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,10 With suar[149] speares off myghttè tre The cum[150] in on every syde. Thrughe our Yngglishe archery Gave many a wounde full wyde; Many a doughete the garde to dy,[151]15 Which ganyde them no pryde. The Yngglishe men let thear bowys be,[152] And pulde owt brandes that wer bright;[153] It was a hevy syght to se Bryght swordes on basnites[154] lyght.20 Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple[155][156] Many sterne[157] the stroke downe streght:[158] Many a freyke,[159] that was full free, Ther undar foot dyd lyght. At last the Duglas and the Persè met,25 Lyk to captayns of myght and mayne;[160] The swapte[161] togethar tyll the both swat[162] With swordes, that wear of fyn myllàn.[163] Thes worthè freckys[164] for to fyght Ther-to the wear full fayne,30 Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,[165] As ever dyd heal or rayne.[166] Holde the, Persè, sayd the Doglas,[167] And i' feth I shall the brynge Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis35 Of Jamy our Scottish kynge. Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre, I hight[168] the hear this thinge, For the manfullyste man yet art thowe, That ever I conqueryd in filde fightyng.40 Nay 'then' sayd the lord Persè, I tolde it the beforne, That I wolde never yeldyde be To no man of a woman born. With that ther cam an arrowe hastely45 Forthe off a mightie wane,[169] Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas In at the brest bane. Thoroue lyvar and longs bathe[170] The sharp arrowe ys gane,50 That never after in all his lyffe days, He spayke mo wordes but ane, That was,[171] Fyghte ye, my merry men, whyllys ye may, For my lyff days ben gan. The Persè leanyde on his brande,55 And sawe the Duglas de; He tooke the dede man be the hande, And sayd, Wo ys me for the! To have savyde thy lyffe I wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre,60 For a better man of hart, nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè. Off all that se a Skottishe knyght, Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry, He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght[172];65 He spendyd[173] a spear a trusti tre: He rod uppon a corsiare[174] Throughe a hondrith archery; He never styntyde, nar never blane,[175] Tyll he came to the good lord Persè.70 He set uppone the lord Persè A dynte,[176] that was full soare; With a suar spear of a myghtè tre Clean thorow the body he the Persè bore,[177] Athe tothar syde, that a man myght se,75 A large cloth yard and mare: Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Christiantè, Then that day slain wear ther. An archar off Northomberlonde Say slean was the lord Persè,[178]80 He bar a bende-bow in his hande, Was made off trusti tre: An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang, To th' hard stele halyde he;[179] A dynt, that was both sad and soar,85 He sat on Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry. The dynt yt was both sad and sar,[180][181] That he of Mongon-byrry sete; The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar, With his hart blood the wear wete.[182]90 Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle, But still in stour[183] dyd stand, Heawyng on yche othar,[184] whyll the myght dre,[185] With many a bal-ful brande. This battell begane in Chyviat95 An owar befor the none, And when even-song bell was rang The battell was nat half done. The tooke 'on' on ethar hand Be the lyght off the mone;100 Many hade no strenght for to stande, In Chyviat the hyllys aboun.[186][187] Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde Went away but fifti and thre; Of twenty hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,105 But even five and fifti: But all wear slayne Cheviat within: The hade no strengthe to stand on hie;[188] The chylde may rue that ys un-borne, It was the mor pittè.110 Thear was slayne with the lord Persè Sir John of Agerstone, Sir Roger the hinde[189] Hartly, Sir Wyllyam the bolde Hearone. Sir Jorg the worthè Lovele[190][191]115 A knyght of great renowen, Sir Raff the ryche Rugbè With dyntes wear beaten dowene. For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be;120 For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,[192] Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne.[193] Ther was slayne with the dougheti Douglas Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry, Sir Davye Lwdale, that worthè was,125 His sistars son was he: Sir Charles a Murrè, in that place, That never a foot wolde fle; Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was, With the Duglas dyd he dey.130 So on the morrowe the mayde them byears Off byrch, and hasell so 'gray;'[194] Many wedous[195] with wepyng tears,[196] Cam to fach ther makys[197] a-way. Tivydale may carpe[198] off care,135 Northombarlond may mayk grat mone,[199] For towe such captayns, as slayne wear thear, On the march perti[200] shall never be none.[201] Word ys commen to Edden-burrowe, To Jamy the Skottishe kyng,140 That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches, He lay slean Chyviot with-in. His handdes dyd he weal[202] and wryng, He sayd, Alas, and woe ys me! Such another captayn Skotland within,145 He sayd, y-feth shuld never be.[203] Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone Till[204] the fourth Harry our kyng,[205] That lord Persè, leyff-tennante of the Merchis,[206] He lay slayne Chyviat within.150 God have merci on his soll, sayd kyng Harry, Good lord, yf thy will it be! I have a hondrith captayns in Yynglonde, he sayd, As good as ever was hee: But Persè, and I brook[207] my lyffe,155 Thy deth well quyte[208] shall be. As our noble kyng made his a-vowe, Lyke a noble prince of renowen, For the deth of the lord Persè, He dyd the battel of Hombyll-down:160 Wher syx and thritte Skottish knyghtes On a day wear beaten down: Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght, Over castill, towar, and town. This was the hontynge off the Cheviat;165 That tear begane this spurn:[209] Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe, Call it the Battell of Otterburn. At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a monnyn day:[210]170 Ther was the dougghté Doglas slean, The Persè never went away. Ther was never a tym on the march partes Sen the Doglas and the Persè met, But yt was marvele, and the redde blude ronne not, As the reane doys in the stret.176 Jhesue Christ our balys bete,[211] And to the blys us brynge! Thus was the hountynge of the Chevyat: God send us all good ending!180

⁂ The style of this and the following ballad is uncommonly rugged and uncouth, owing to their being writ in the very coarsest and broadest northern dialect.

The battle of Hombyll-down, or Humbledon, was fought Sept. 14, 1402 (anno 3 Hen. IV.), wherein the English, under the command of the Earl of Northumberland and his son Hotspur, gained a complete victory over the Scots. The village of Humbledon is one mile northwest from Wooler, in Northumberland. The battle was fought in the field below the village, near the present Turnpike Road, in a spot called ever since Red-Riggs. Humbledon is in Glendale Ward, a district so named in this county, and mentioned above in ver. 163.

FOOTNOTES:

II. THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

The only battle wherein an Earl of Douglas was slain fighting with a Percy was that of Otterbourne, which is the subject of this ballad. It is here related with the allowable partiality of an English poet, and much in the same manner as it is recorded in the English Chronicles. The Scottish writers have, with a partiality at least as excusable, related it no less in their own favour. Luckily we have a very circumstantial narrative of the whole affair from Froissart, a French historian, who appears to be unbiassed. Froissart's relation is prolix; I shall therefore give it, with a few corrections, as abridged by Carte, who has, however, had recourse to other authorities, and differs from Froissart in some things, which I shall note in the margin.

In the twelfth year of Richard II., 1388, "The Scots taking advantage of the confusions of this nation, and falling with a party into the West-marches, ravaged the country about Carlisle, and carried off 300 prisoners. It was with a much greater force, headed by some of the principal nobility, that, in the beginning of August,[212] they invaded Northumberland; and, having wasted part of the county of Durham,[213] advanced to the gates of Newcastle; where, in a skirmish, they took a 'penon' or colours[214] belonging to Henry lord Percy, surnamed Hotspur, son to the Earl of Northumberland. In their retreat home, they attacked a castle near Otterbourn: and, in the evening of Aug. 9 (as the English writers say, or rather, according to Froissart, Aug. 15), after an unsuccessful assault were surprised in their camp, which was very strong, by Henry, who at the first onset put them into a good deal of confusion. But James Earl of Douglas rallying his men, there ensued one of the best-fought actions that happened in that age; both armies showing the utmost bravery:[215] the earl Douglas himself being slain on the spot;[216] the Earl of Murrey mortally wounded; and Hotspur,[217] with his brother Ralph Percy, taken prisoners. These disasters on both sides have given occasion to the event of the engagement's being disputed. Froissart (who derives his relation from a Scotch knight, two gentlemen of the same country, and as many of Foix)[218] affirming that the Scots remained masters of the field; and the English writers insinuating the contrary. These last maintain that the English had the better of the day: but night coming on, some of the northern lords, coming with the Bishop of Durham to their assistance, killed many of them by mistake, supposing them to be Scots; and the Earl of Dunbar, at the same time falling on another side upon Hotspur, took him and his brother prisoners, and carried them off while both parties were fighting. It is at least certain, that immediately after this battle the Scots engaged in it made the best of their way home: and the same party was taken by the other corps about Carlisle."

Such is the account collected by Carte, in which he seems not to be free from partiality: for prejudice must own that Froissart's circumstantial account carries a great appearance of truth, and he gives the victory to the Scots. He, however, does justice to the courage of both parties; and represents their mutual generosity in such a light, that the present age might edify by the example. "The Englyshmen on the one partye, and Scottes on the other party, are good men of warre, for whan they mete, there is a hard fighte without sparynge. There is no hoo[219] betwene them as long as speares, swordes, axes, or dagers wyll endure; but lay on eche upon other: and whan they be well beaten, and that the one party hath obtayned the victory, they than glorifye so in their dedes of armes, and are so joyfull, that suche as be taken, they shall be ransomed or they go out of the felde;[220] so that shortely eche of them is so contente with other, that at their departynge curtoysly they will saye, God thanke you. But in fyghtynge one with another there is no playe, nor sparynge." Froissart's Chronicle (as translated by Sir Johan Bourchier Lord Berners), cap. cxlii.

The following Ballad is (in this present edition) printed from an old MS. in the Cotton Library[221] (Cleopatra, c. iv.), and contains many stanzas more than were in the former copy, which was transcribed from a MS. in the Harleian Collection [No. 293, fol. 52.] In the Cotton MS. this poem has no title, but in the Harleian copy it is thus inscribed, A songe made in R. 2. his tyme of the battele of Otterburne, betweene Lord Henry Percye earle of Northomberlande and the earle Douglas of Scotlande, Anno 1388.

But this title is erroneous, and added by some ignorant transcriber of after-times: for, 1. The battle was not fought by the Earl of Northumberland, who was absent, but by his son, Sir Henry Percy, Knt., surnamed Hotspur (in those times they did not usually give the title of Lord to an Earl's eldest son). 2. Altho' the battle was fought in Richard II.'s time, the song is evidently of later date, as appears from the poet's quoting the chronicles in Pt. II., ver. 26; and speaking of Percy in the last stanza as dead. It was, however, written in all likelihood as early as the foregoing song, if not earlier. This, perhaps, may be inferred from the minute circumstances with which the story is related, many of which are recorded in no chronicle, and were probably preserved in the memory of old people. It will be observed that the authors of these two poems have some lines in common; but which of them was the original proprietor must depend upon their priority; and this the sagacity of the reader must determine.

[We have here a ballad founded upon a true historical event, in which the writer attempts to be as truthful as his national bias will allow him. In Chevy Chase, Percy is the aggressor, but in the "Battle of Otterburn," Douglas commences the encounter by his action. At the period under notice the king of England (Richard II.) was occupied in dissension with his uncle, the Duke of Gloucester, and the Parliament, while Robert II., King of Scotland, was very old, and his eldest son lame and inactive, so that the Border chieftains were pretty much left to their own devices. The Earl of Fife, a younger son of King Robert, and certain of the great nobles, arranged among themselves that an inroad should be made into England as a reprisal for the injuries the Scotch had at various times sustained from the English, and the expedition was placed under the command of James, Earl of Douglas.

Besides the ballad we are now considering there are metrical accounts of the battle in John Hardyng's Chronicle, Joannes de Fordun's Scoti-Chronicon, and Wyntoun's Orygynal Cronykil of Scotland. In 1857, Robert White published an interesting History of the Battle of Otterburn, fought in 1388, with Memoirs of the Warriors who engaged in that memorable conflict. This book is written in an enthusiastic spirit by one who was born and bred on the Borders, and who kept alive in his soul the true old Border spirit. He listened on his mother's knee to the stanzas of the modern ballad of Chevy Chase, which she chanted to him, and he grew up with a feeling which he retained through life, that Percy and Douglas were far greater men than Napoleon and Wellington.

The exact date of the battle is an open question, for the authorities disagree as to this particular; thus Buchanan fixes it on July 21st, and other writers name, respectively, August 5th, 9th, 10th, 15th, and 19th. White thinks that the battle was fought on the evening of Wednesday and morning of Thursday, 19th and 20th of August, immediately before the full moon. In the year 1388 the new moon fell on the 6th of August, and Douglas is not likely to have chosen a period of dark evenings for his expedition. Another disputed point is the number of men in the Scottish army, under Douglas. Froissart gives the numbers at three or four hundred men-at-arms, and two thousand infantry; Wyntoun, at near seven thousand men; Buchanan, at three hundred horse and two thousand foot, besides servants and attendants; Godscroft, at four thousand horsemen; Ridpath, at three thousand men; and Scott, at three hundred men-at-arms, who, with their followers, made up from a thousand to fifteen hundred men, with two thousand chosen infantry. White makes the following statement as the result of his sifting of the conflicting accounts:—

Men-at-arms 400

Attendants on ditto, footmen, lackeys, and grooms 1,200

Infantry mounted 2,000

Attendants on ditto, boys to take care of horses, sutlers, &c. 3,000

6,600

It has been supposed that the first part of this ballad down to verse 112 was originally of Scottish manufacture, for two reasons: 1st, because Hume, of Godscroft, refers to "a Scots song," which begins as this does; and 2nd, because haymaking has been over at least a month in England at Lammas, when Scotch husbandmen are still busy "winning their hay." This last reason, however, cannot be considered a very conclusive one, as the seasons must be much alike on the two sides of the Border. The second part is written from a thoroughly English stand-point. The two Scottish versions, viz. the one given by Scott in his Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, and the one in Herd's Collection, are very different from the English ballad.]

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

Yt felle abowght the Lamasse tyde, Whan husbonds wynn ther haye,[222] The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd[223] hym to ryde, In Ynglond to take a praye: The yerlle[224] of Fyffe,[225] withowghten stryffe,5 He bowynd hym over Sulway:[226] The grete wolde ever together ryde; That race they may rue for aye. Over 'Ottercap' hyll they[227] came in, And so dowyn by Rodelyffe cragge,10 Upon Grene 'Leyton' they lyghted dowyn, Styrande[228] many a stagge:[229] And boldely brente[230] Northomberlonde, And haryed[231] many a towyn; They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,[232]15 To battell that were not bowyn.[233] Than spake a berne[234] upon the bent,[235] Of comforte that was not colde, And sayd, We have brent Northomberlond, We have all welth in holde.20 Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre, All the welth in the worlde have wee; I rede[236] we ryde to Newe Castell, So styll and stalwurthlye.[237] Uppon the morowe, when it was daye,25 The standards schone fulle bryght; To the Newe Castelle the toke the waye, And thether they cam fulle ryght. Sir Henry Percy laye at the Newe Castelle, I telle yow withowtten drede;30 He had byn a march-man[238] all hys dayes, And kepte Barwyke upon Twede. To the Newe Castell when they cam, The Skottes they cryde on hyght,[239] Syr Harye Percy, and thow byste[240] within,35 Com to the fylde, and fyght: For we have brente Northomberlonde, Thy eritage good and ryght; And syne my logeyng I have take,[241] With my brande dubbyd many a knyght.40 Sir Harry Percy cam to the walles, The Skottyssh oste for to se; "And thow hast brente Northomberlond, Full sore it rewyth[242] me. Yf thou hast haryed all Bambarowe shyre,45 Thow hast done me grete envye;[243] For the trespasse thow hast me done, The tone[244] of us schall dye." Where schall I byde the, sayd the Dowglas? Or where wylte thow come to me?50 "At Otterborne in the hygh way,[245] Ther maist thow well logeed be. The roo[246] full rekeles ther sche rinnes,[247] To make the game and glee: The fawkon and the fesaunt[248] both,55 Amonge the holtes on 'hee.'[249][250] Ther maist thow have thy welth at wyll, Well looged ther maist be. Yt schall not be long, or I com the tyll,"[251] Sayd Syr Harry Percye.60 Ther schall I byde the, sayd the Dowglas, By the fayth of my bodye. Thether schall I com, sayd Syr Harry Percy; My trowth I plyght to the. A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles,65 For soth, as I yow saye: Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke, And all hys oste that daye. The Dowglas turnyd him homewarde agayne, For soth[252] withowghten naye,70 He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedyns-day: And ther he pyght[253] hys standerd dowyn, Hys gettyng[254] more and lesse, And syne[255] he warned hys men to goo75 To chose ther geldyngs gresse. A Skottysshe knyght hoved[256] upon the bent,[257] A wache[258] I dare well saye: So was he ware[259] on the noble Percy In the dawnynge of the daye.80 He prycked[260] to his pavyleon dore, As faste as he myght ronne, Awaken, Dowglas, cryed the knyght, For hys love, that syttes yn trone.[261] Awaken, Dowglas, cryed the knyght,85 For thow maiste waken wyth wynne:[262] Yender have I spyed the prowde Percy, And seven standardes wyth hym. Nay by my trowth, the Douglas sayed, It ys but a fayned taylle:90 He durste not loke on my bred[263] banner, For all Ynglonde so haylle.[264] Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell, That stonds so fayre on Tyne? For all the men the Percy hade,95 He cowde not garre[265] me ones to dyne. He stepped owt at hys pavelyon dore, To loke and it were lesse; Arraye yow, lordyngs, one and all, For here bygynnes no peysse.[266]100 The yerle of Mentaye,[267] thow arte my eme,[268] The forwarde[269] I gyve to the: The yerlle of Huntlay cawte[270] and kene, He schall wyth the be. The lorde of Bowghan[271] in armure bryght105 On the other hand he schall be: Lorde Jhonstone, and lorde Maxwell, They to schall be with me. Swynton fayre fylde upon your pryde To batell make yow bowen:[272]110 Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Stewarde, Syr Jhon of Agurstone.

A FYTTE.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

The Perssy came byfore hys oste,[273] Wych was ever a gentyll knyght, Upon the Dowglas lowde can he crye, I wyll holde that I have hyght:[274][275] For thow haste brente Northumberlonde.5 And done me grete envye; For thys trespasse thou hast me done, The tone of us schall dye. The Dowglas answerde hym agayne With grete wurds up on 'hee,'[276]10 And sayd, I have twenty agaynst 'thy' one,[277][278] Byholde and thow maiste see. Wyth that the Percye was grevyd sore, For sothe as I yow saye: [[279]He lyghted dowyn upon his fote,15 And schoote[280] his horsse clene away. Every man sawe that he dyd soo, That ryall[281] was ever in rowght;[282] Every man schoote hys horsse him froo, And lyght hym rowynde abowght.20 Thus Syr Hary Percye toke the fylde, For soth, as I yow saye: Jesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght Dyd helpe hym well that daye. But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo;25 The cronykle wyll not layne:[283] Forty thowsande Skottes and fowre That day fowght them agayne. But when the batell byganne to joyne, In hast ther came a knyght,30 'Then' letters fayre furth hath he tayne And thus he sayd full ryght: My lorde, your father he gretes yow well, Wyth many a noble knyght; He desyres yow to byde That he may see thys fyght. The Baron of Grastoke ys com owt of the west, Wyth hym a noble companye; All they loge at your fathers thys nyght, And the Battel fayne wold they see.40 For Jesu's love, sayd Syr Harye Percy, That dyed for yow and me, Wende to my lorde my Father agayne, And saye thow saw me not with yee:[284] My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,45 It nedes me not to layne,[285] That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent, And I have hys trowth agayne: And if that I wende off thys grownde For soth unfoughten awaye,50 He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght In hys londe another daye. Yet had I lever[286] to be rynde[287] and rente, By Mary that mykel maye;[288] Then ever my manhod schulde be reprovyd55 Wyth a Skotte another daye. Wherfore schote, archars, for my sake, And let scharpe arowes flee: Mynstrells, playe up for your waryson,[289] And well quyt it schall be.60 Every man thynke on hys trewe love, And marke hym to the Trenite:[290] For to God I make myne avowe Thys day wyll I not fle. The blodye Harte in the Dowglas armes,65 Hys standerde stode on hye; That every man myght full well knowe: By syde stode Starres thre. The whyte Lyon on the Ynglysh parte, Forsoth as I yow sayne;[291]70 The Lucetts and the Cressawnts both: The Skotts faught them agayne.[292]] Uppon sent Andrewe lowde cane they crye, And thrysse they schowte on hyght, And syne marked them one owr Ynglysshe men,75 As I have tolde yow ryght. Sent George the bryght owr ladyes knyght, To name they[293] were full fayne, Owr Ynglysshe men they cryde on hyght, And thrysse the schowtte agayne.80 Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee, I tell yow in sertayne; Men of armes byganne to joyne; Many a dowghty man was ther slayne. The Percy and the Dowglas mette,85 That ether of other was fayne; They schapped[294] together, whyll that the swette, With swords of fyne Collayne;[295] Tyll the bloode from ther bassonetts[296] ranne, As the roke[297] doth in the rayne.90 Yelde the to me, sayd the Dowglàs, Or ells thow schalt be slayne: For I see, by thy bryght bassonet, Thow arte sum man of myght; And so I do by thy burnysshed brande,[298]95 Thow art an yerle, or ells a knyght.[299] By my good faythe, sayd the noble Percy, Now haste thou rede[300] full ryght, Yet wyll I never yelde me to the, Whyll I may stonde and fyght.100 They swapped together, whyll that they swette, Wyth swordes scharpe and long; Ych on other so faste they beette, Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn. The Percy was a man of strenghth,105 I tell yow in thys stounde,[301] He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length, That he felle to the growynde. The sworde was scharpe and sore can byte, I tell yow in sertayne;110 To the harte, he cowde hym smyte, Thus was the Dowglas slayne. The stonderds stode styll on eke syde, With many a grevous grone; Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght,115 And many a dowghty man was 'slone.'[302] Ther was no freke,[303] that ther wolde flye, But styffly in stowre[304] can stond, Ychone[305] hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,[306] Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.120 Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde, For soth and sertenly, Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne, That daye that he cowde dye.[307] The yerlle Mentaye of he was slayne,125 Grysely[308] groned uppon the growynd; Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Steward, Syr 'John' of Agurstonne.[309] Syr Charlles Morrey in that place, That never a fote wold flye;130 Sir Hughe Maxwell, a lorde he was, With the Dowglas dyd he dye. Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde, For soth[310] as I yow saye, Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts135 Went but eyghtene awaye. Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde, For soth and sertenlye, A gentell knyght, Sir John Fitz-hughe, Yt was the more petye.140 Syr James Harebotell ther was slayne, For hym ther hartes were sore, The gentyll 'Lovelle' ther was slayne,[311] That the Percyes standerd bore. Ther was slayne uppon the Ynglyssh perte,145 For soth as I yow saye; Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men Fyve hondert cam awaye: The other were slayne in the fylde, Cryste kepe ther sowles from wo,150 Seyng ther was so fewe fryndes Agaynst so many a foo. Then one the morne they mayd them beeres[312] Of byrch, and haysell graye; Many a wydowe with wepyng teyres155 Ther makes[313] they fette[314] awaye. Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne, Bytwene the nyghte and the day: Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyfe, And the Percy was lede awaye.[315]160 Then was ther a Scottyshe prisoner tayne, Syr Hughe Mongomery was hys name, For soth as I yow saye, He borowed the Percy home agayne.[316] Now let us all for the Percy praye[317]165 To Jesu most of myght, To bryng hys sowle to the blysse of heven, For he was a gentyll knyght.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

⁂ Most of the names in the two preceding ballads are found to have belonged to families of distinction in the North, as may be made appear from authentic records. Thus in

THE ANCIENT BALLAD OF CHEVY CHASE.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

[Second Fit, ver. 112. Agerstone.] The family of Haggerston of Haggerston, near Berwick, has been seated there for many centuries, and still remains. Thomas Haggerston was among the commissioners returned for Northumberland in 12 Hen. 6, 1433. (Fuller's Worthies, p. 310.) The head of this family at present is Sir Thomas Haggerston, Bart., of Haggerston above-mentioned.

N.B. The name is spelt Agerstone, as in the text, in Leland's Itinerary, vol. vii. p. 54.[318]

[Ver. 113. Hartly.] Hartley is a village near the sea in the barony of Tinemouth, about 7 m. from North-Shields. It probably gave name to a family of note at that time.

[Ver. 114. Hearone.] This family, one of the most ancient, was long of great consideration in Northumberland. Haddeston, the Caput Baroniæ of Heron, was their ancient residence. It descended 25 Edw. I. to the heir general Emiline Heron, afterwards Baroness Darcy.—Ford, &c., and Bockenfield (in com. eodem) went at the same time to Roger Heron, the heir male; whose descendants were summoned to Parliament: Sir William Heron of Ford Castle being summoned 44 Edw. III.—Ford Castle hath descended by heirs general to the family of Delaval (mentioned in the next article).—Robert Heron, Esq., who died at Newark in 1753, (father of the Right Hon. Sir Richard Heron, Bart.) was heir male of the Herons of Bockenfield, a younger branch of this family.—Sir Thomas Heron Middleton, Bart., is heir male of the Herons of Chip-Chase, another branch of the Herons of Ford Castle.

[Ver. 115. Lovele.] Joh. de Lavale, miles, was sheriff of Northumberland 34 Hen. VIII. Joh. de Lavele, mil. in the 1 Edw. VI. and afterwards. (Fuller, 313.) In Nicholson this name is spelt Da Lovel, p. 304. This seems to be the ancient family of Delaval, of Seaton Delaval, in Northumberland, whose ancestor was one of the 25 Barons appointed to be guardians of Magna Charta.[319]

[Ver. 117. Rugbè.] The ancient family of Rokeby, in Yorkshire, seems to be here intended. In Thoresby's Ducat. Leod., p. 253, fol., is a genealogy of this house, by which it appears that the head of the family, about the time when this ballad was written, was Sir Ralph Rokeby, Knt., Ralph being a common name of the Rokebys.[320]

[Ver. 119. Wetharrington.] Rog. de Widrington was sheriff of Northumberland in 36 of Edw. III. (Fuller, p. 311.)—Joh. de Widrington in 11 of Hen. IV. and many others of the same name afterwards.—See also Nicholson, p. 331.—Of this family was the late Lord Witherington.

[Ver. 124. Mongonberry.] Sir Hugh Montgomery was son of John Lord Montgomery, the lineal ancestor of the present Earl of Eglington.

[Ver. 125. Lwdale.] The ancient family of the Liddels were originally from Scotland, where they were lords of Liddel Castle, and of the Barony of Buff. (Vid. Collins's Peerage.) The head of this family is the present Lord Ravensworth, of Ravensworth Castle, in the county of Durham.[321]

IN THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.

[Ver. 101. Mentaye.] At the time of this battle the Earldom of Menteith was possessed by Robert Stewart, Earl of Fife, third son of K. Robert II., who, according to Buchanan, commanded the Scots that entered by Carlisle. But our minstrel had probably an eye to the family of Graham, who had this earldom when the ballad was written. See Douglas's Peerage of Scotland, 1764, fol.

[Ver. 103. Huntleye.] This shews this ballad was not composed before 1449; for in that year Alexander Lord of Gordon and Huntley, was created Earl of Huntley, by K. James II.

[Ver. 105. Bowghan.] The Earl of Buchan at that time was Alexander Stewart, fourth son of K. Robert II.

[Ver. 107. Jhonstone—Maxwell.] These two families of Johnstone Lord of Johnston, and Maxwell Lord of Maxwell, were always very powerful on the borders. Of the former family was Johnston Marquis of Annandale: of the latter was Maxwell Earl of Nithsdale. I cannot find that any chief of this family was named Sir Hugh; but Sir Herbert Maxwell was about this time much distinguished. (See Doug.) This might have been originally written Sir H. Maxwell, and by transcribers converted into Sir Hugh. So above, in No. I. v. 90. Richard is contracted into Ric.

[Ver. 109. Swintone.] i. e. The Laird of Swintone; a small village within the Scottish border, 3 miles from Norham. This family still subsists, and is very ancient.

[Ver. 111. Scotte.] The illustrious family of Scot, ancestors of the Duke of Buccleugh, always made a great figure on the borders. Sir Walter Scot was at the head of this family when the battle was fought; but his great-grandson, Sir David Scot, was the hero of that house when the ballad was written.

[Ibid. Stewarde.] The person here designed was probably Sir Walter Stewart, Lord of Dalswinton and Gairlies, who was eminent at that time. (See Doug.) From him is descended the present Earl of Galloway.

[Ver. 112. Agurstonne.] The seat of this family was sometimes subject to the kings of Scotland. Thus Richardus Haggerstoun, miles, is one of the Scottish knights who signed a treaty with the English in 1249, temp. Hen. III. (Nicholson, p. 2, note).—It was the fate of many parts of Northumberland often to change their masters, according as the Scottish or English arms prevailed.

[Ver. 129. Murrey.] The person here meant was probably Sir Charles Murray of Cockpoole, who flourished at that time, and was ancestor of the Murrays sometime Earls of Annandale. See Doug. Peerage.

[Ver. 139. Fitz-hughe.] Dugdale (in his Baron. v. i. p. 403) informs us that John, son of Henry Lord Fitzhugh, was killed at the battle of Otterbourne. This was a Northumberland family. Vid. Dugd. p. 403, col. 1, and Nicholson, pp. 33, 60.

[Ver. 141. Harbotle.] Harbottle is a village upon the river Coquet, about 10 m. west of Rothbury. The family of Harbottle was once considerable in Northumberland. (See Fuller, pp. 312, 313.) A daughter of Guischard Harbottle, Esq., married Sir Thomas Percy, Knt., son of Henry the fifth,—and father of Thomas seventh, Earls of Northumberland.

FOOTNOTES:

III. THE JEW'S DAUGHTER,

A Scottish Ballad,

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

Is founded upon the supposed practice of the Jews in crucifying or otherwise murdering Christian children, out of hatred to the religion of their parents: a practice which has been always alledged in excuse for the cruelties exercised upon that wretched people, but which probably never happened in a single instance. For, if we consider, on the one hand, the ignorance and superstition of the times when such stories took their rise, the virulent prejudices of the monks who record them, and the eagerness with which they would be catched up by the barbarous populace as a pretence for plunder; on the other hand, the great danger incurred by the perpetrators, and the inadequate motives they could have to excite them to a crime of so much horror; we may reasonably conclude the whole charge to be groundless and malicious.

The following ballad is probably built upon some Italian legend, and bears a great resemblance to the Prioresse's Tale in Chaucer: the poet seems also to have had an eye to the known story of Hugh of Lincoln, a child said to have been there murdered by the Jews in the reign of Henry III. The conclusion of this ballad appears to be wanting: what it probably contained may be seen in Chaucer. As for Mirry-land Toun, it is probably a corruption of Milan (called by the Dutch Meylandt) Town: the Pa is evidently the river Po; although the Adige, not the Po, runs through Milan.

Printed from a MS. copy sent from Scotland.

[This ballad, which is also known under the title of Sir Hugh of Lincoln, was at one time so widely popular that it is preserved in six different versions, besides fragments, and has originated a literature of its own. Mons. Francisque Michel discovered a Norman-French version in the Royal Library at Paris, which is supposed to date back to the period when the murder of Sir Hugh was to have been committed. This was first published in the year 1834 under the title, "Hugues de Lincoln: Recueil de Ballades Anglo-Normande et Ecossoises relatives au meurtre de cet enfant commis par les Juifs en MCCLV." The Rev. Dr. A. Hume communicated a very full paper on the subject of the tradition to the Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool, on November 13, 1848, which is published in the Proceedings (No. 5), and Mr. J. O. Halliwell printed, in 1849, a small volume containing "Ballads and Poems respecting Hugh of Lincoln." In the Athenæum for Dec. 15, 1849, there is a condemnatory review of Dr. Hume's work, to which the reviewer has added some valuable information of his own. Percy's remark that Mirry-land town is a corruption of Milan town, and Pa of the river Po, seems far-fetched, as there is no reason for supposing that the ballad was in any way connected with Italy. Jamieson's version reads Merry Lincoln, and in Motherwell's the scene is changed to Maitland town. In some parts of England the ballad has degenerated into a sort of nursery rhyme, the Northamptonshire version reading "Merry Scotland," and the Shropshire one, "Merry-cock land." Mr. J. H. Dixon suggests mere-land town, from the mere or fen lakes, and reads wa' for Pa'. (Notes and Queries, 3rd Series, vol. ix. p. 30, note.)

Miss Agnes Strickland communicated the following lines obtained from oral tradition at Godalming, in Surrey, to Mr. Halliwell, who printed them in his tract:—

"He toss'd the ball so high, so high, He toss'd the ball so low; He toss'd the ball in the Jew's garden, And the Jews were all below. "Oh! then out came the Jew's daughter, She was dressèd all in green: 'Come hither, come hither, my sweet pretty fellow, And fetch your ball again.'"

The tradition upon which this ballad is founded—that the Jews use human blood in their preparation for the Passover, and are in the habit of kidnapping and butchering Christian children for the purpose—is very widely spread and of great antiquity. Eisenmenger[322] refers to a case which occurred at Inmestar, in Syria, so early as the year 419, but the earliest case recorded as having occurred in Europe is that of William of Norwich, in 1137. The following is a translation from a passage in the Peterborough Chronicle (which ends with the death of Stephen and the accession of Henry the Second), relating to this remarkable superstition:—"Now we will say something of what happened in King Stephen's time. In his time the Jews of Norwich bought a Christian child before Easter, and tortured him with all the same torturing that our Lord was tortured. And on Good Friday (lang fridæi) they hanged him on a cross, for our Lord's love; and afterwards buried him. They thought (wenden) that it should be concealed, but our Lord showed that he was a holy martyr (m̃r), and the monks took him and buried him solemnly in the monastery (minst). And he maketh through our Lord wonderful and manifold miracles. And he was called Saint William." Mr. Earle, in his note to this passage,[323] says that "S. William seems to have retained his celebrity down to the time of the Reformation, at least in Norfolk. In Loddon church, which is advanced perpendicular of about 1500, there is a painting of his crucifixion on a panel of the rood-screen, still in fair preservation."

St. William's fame, however, was eclipsed in other parts of England by that of Sir Hugh of Lincoln, whose death was celebrated by historians and poets. Henry III. being often in want of money, was glad to take any opportunity of extorting it from the unfortunate Jews, and in 1255 his exchequer particularly required replenishing on account of the expected arrival in England of his son Edward's newly married wife, Eleanor of Castile. In this year a young boy was murdered, and, opportunely for the king, the crime was charged to the Jews. It was asserted that the child had been stolen, fattened on bread and milk for ten days, and crucified with all the cruelties and insults of Christ's passion, in the presence of all the Jews in England, who had been summoned to Lincoln for the purpose. The supposed criminals were brought to justice, and the king's commission for the trial, and the warrant to sell the goods of the several Jews who were found guilty, are still preserved. The Jew into whose house the child had gone to play, tempted by the promise of his life, made a full confession, and threw the guilt upon his brethren. Ninety-one Jews of Lincoln were sent to London as accomplices, and thrown into dungeons. Eighteen of the richest were hanged on a gallows, and twenty more imprisoned in the Tower of London. The king was enriched by the spoils, and the clergy of Lincoln did not lose their opportunity, for the minster was made famous by the possession of the martyr's tomb. Dean Milman, in relating these circumstances, says: "Great part of the story refutes itself, but I have already admitted the possibility that among the ignorant and fanatic Jews there might be some who, exasperated by the constant repetition of the charge, might brood over it so long, as at length to be tempted to its perpetration."[324] Any such explanation as this, however, does not seem necessary, for the wide-spread existence of the superstition goes far to prove the entire falsehood at least of the later cases, and the story of Sir Hugh was but a revival of that of St. William. It is worth mentioning, in passing, that this calumny was in fact a recoil upon the Jews themselves of a weapon they had used against the Christians. As early as the third century they affirmed that Christians in celebrating their mysteries used to kill a child and eat its flesh. Pagans probably learnt the calumny from the Jews, and also charged the Christians with eating children.

The whole proceedings in the case of Sir Hugh are chronicled by Matthew Paris, who was in high favour with Henry III., and from his pages the account is transferred to the Chronicles of Grafton, Fabyan, and Holinshed. Chaucer most probably consulted the same source when he included the story in his Canterbury Tales, although he shifts the scene to Asia, and makes his Prioress say, when ending her tale with a reference to Sir Hugh:—

"O younge Hughe of Lyncoln; slayn also With cursed Jewes (as it is notable, For it nys but a litel while ago)."

Tyrwhitt, in his edition of Chaucer, notes that he found in the first four months of the Acta Sanctorum of Bollandus the names of five children canonized as having been murdered by the Jews, and he supposes that the remaining eight months would furnish at least as many more. Tyrwhitt accepts Percy's interpretation of Mirry-land as a corruption of the name of Milan, and under this erroneous impression he suggests that the real occasion of the ballad may have been the murder of the boy Simon, at Trent, in 1475.[325]

The superstition upon which all these stories are founded is said still to prevail among the ignorant members of the Greek Church, and it was revived at Damascus in 1840 in consequence of the disappearance of a priest named Thomaso. Two or three Jews were put to death before a proper judicial examination could be made, and the popular fury was so excited that severe persecution extended through a large part of the Turkish empire. Sir Moses Montefiore visited the various localities with the object of obtaining redress for his people, and he was successful. On November 6, 1840, a firman for the protection of the Jews was given at Constantinople, which contained the following passage:—"An ancient prejudice prevailed against the Jews. The ignorant believed that the Jews were accustomed to sacrifice a human being, to make use of his blood at the Passover. In consequence of this opinion the Jews of Damascus and Rhodes, who are subjects of our empire, have been persecuted by other nations.... But a short time has elapsed since some Jews dwelling in the isle of Rhodes were brought from thence to Constantinople, where they had been tried and judged according to the new regulations, and their innocence of the accusations made against them fully proved." The calumny, however, was again raised in October, 1847, and the Jews were in imminent peril when the missing boy, who had been staying at Baalbec, reappeared in good health.

Within the last few years the Greek Patriarch at Constantinople has issued a pastoral letter, in which he points out the wickedness of the Christian persecution of the Jews. He says: "Superstition is a detestable thing. Almost all the Christian nations of the East have taken up the extravagant idea that the Israelites enjoy shedding Christian blood, either to obtain thereby a blessing from heaven, or to gratify their national rancour against Christ. Hence conflicts and disturbances break out, by which the social harmony between the dwellers in the same land, yea, the same fatherland, is disturbed. Thus a report was lately spread of the abduction of little Christian children in order to give a pretext for suspicion. We on our side abhor such lying fancies; we regard them as the superstitions of men of weak faith and narrow minds; and we disavow them officially."

The superstition, however, still lives on, and according to the Levant Herald (1874), the Mahometans are beginning to fall into the delusion that the sacrificial knife is applied by the Jews to young Turks as well as to young Christians.]

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune, Sae dois it doune the Pa: Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune, Quhan they play at the ba'.[326] Than out and cam the Jewis dochtèr,5 Said, Will ye cum in and dine? "I winnae cum in, I cannae cum in, Without my play-feres[327] nine." Scho[328] powd[329] an apple reid and white To intice the yong thing in:10 Scho powd an apple white and reid, And that the sweit bairne did win. And scho has taine out a little pen-knife, And low down by her gair,[330] Scho has twin'd[331] the yong thing and his life;15 A word he nevir spak mair. And out and cam the thick thick bluid, And out and cam the thin; And out and cam the bonny herts bluid: Thair was nae life left in.20 Scho laid him on a dressing borde, And drest him like a swine, And laughing said, Gae nou and pley With your sweit play-feres nine. Scho rowd[332] him in a cake of lead,25 Bade him lie stil and sleip. Scho cast him in a deip draw-well, Was fifty fadom deip. Quhan bells wer rung, and mass was sung, And every lady went hame:30 Than ilka lady had her yong sonne, Bot lady Helen had nane. Scho rowd hir mantil hir about, And sair sair gan she weip: And she ran into the Jewis castèl,35 Quhan they wer all asleip. My bonny sir Hew, my pretty sir Hew, I pray thee to me speik. "O lady, rinn to the deip draw-well, Gin[333] ye your sonne wad seik."40 Lady Helen ran to the deip draw-well, And knelt upon her kne: My bonny sir Hew, an[334] ye be here, I pray thee speik to me. "The lead is wondrous heavy, mither,45 The well is wondrous deip, A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert, A word I dounae[335] speik. Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir, Fetch me my windling sheet,50 And at the back o' Mirry-land toun, Its thair we twa fall meet." * * * * *

FOOTNOTES:

IV. SIR CAULINE.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

This old romantic tale was preserved in the Editor's folio MS. but in so very defective and mutilated a condition (not from any chasm in the MS. but from great omission in the transcript, probably copied from the faulty recitation of some illiterate minstrell), and the whole appeared so far short of the perfection it seemed to deserve, that the Editor was tempted to add several stanzas in the first part, and still more in the second, to connect and compleat the story in the manner which appeared to him most interesting and affecting.

There is something peculiar in the metre of this old ballad: it is not unusual to meet with redundant stanzas of six lines; but the occasional insertion of a double third or fourth line, as ver. 31, &c. is an irregularity I do not remember to have seen elsewhere.

It may be proper to inform the reader before he comes to Pt. ii. v. 110, 111, that the Round Table was not peculiar to the reign of K. Arthur, but was common in all the ages of chivalry. The proclaiming a great turnament (probably with some peculiar solemnities) was called "holding a Round Table." Dugdale tells us, that the great baron Roger de Mortimer "having procured the honour of knighthood to be conferred 'on his three sons' by K. Edw. I. he, at his own costs, caused a tourneament to be held at Kenilworth; where he sumptuously entertained an hundred knights, and as many ladies, for three days; the like whereof was never before in England; and there began the Round Table, (so called by reason that the place wherein they practised those feats was environed with a strong wall made in a round form:) And upon the fourth day, the golden lion, in sign of triumph, being yielded to him; he carried it (with all the company) to Warwick."—It may further be added, that Matthew Paris frequently calls justs and turnaments Hastiludia Mensæ Rotundæ.

As to what will be observed in this ballad of the art of healing being practised by a young princess; it is no more than what is usual in all the old romances, and was conformable to real manners: it being a practice derived from the earliest times among all the Gothic and Celtic nations, for women, even of the highest rank, to exercise the art of surgery. In the Northern Chronicles we always find the young damsels stanching the wounds of their lovers, and the wives those of their husbands.[336] And even so late as the time of Q. Elizabeth, it is mentioned among the accomplishments of the ladies of her court, that the "eldest of them are skilful in surgery." See Harrison's Description of England, prefixed to Hollinshed's Chronicle, &c.

[This story of Sir Cauline furnishes one of the most flagrant instances of Percy's manipulation of his authorities. In the following poem all the verses which are due to Percy's invention are placed between brackets, but the whole has been so much altered by him that it has been found necessary to reprint the original from the folio MS. at the end in order that readers may compare the two. Percy put into his version several new incidents and altered the ending, by which means he was able to dilute the 201 lines of the MS. copy into 392 of his own. There was no necessity for this perversion of the original, because the story is there complete, and moreover Percy did not sufficiently indicate the great changes he had made, for although nearly every verse is altered he only noted one trivial difference of reading, viz. aukeward for backward (v. 109).

Motherwell reprinted this ballad in his Minstrelsy, and in his prefatory note he made the following shrewd guess, which we now know to be a correct one:—"We suspect too that the ancient ballad had a less melancholy catastrophe, and that the brave Syr Cauline, after his combat with the 'hend Soldan' derived as much benefit from the leechcraft of fair Cristabelle as he did after winning the Eldridge sword." Professor Child has expressed the same view in his note to the ballad.

Buchan printed a ballad entitled King Malcolm and Sir Colvin, which is more like the original than Percy's version, but Mr. Hales is of opinion that this was one of that collector's fabrications.]

THE FIRST PART.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

[In Ireland, ferr over the sea, There dwelleth a bonnye kinge; And with him a yong and comlye knighte, Men call him syr Caulìne. The kinge had a ladye to his daughter,5 In fashyon she hath no peere; And princely wightes that ladye wooed To be theyr wedded feere.[337]] Syr Cauline loveth her best of all, But nothing durst he saye;10 Ne descreeve[338] his counsayl to no man, But deerlye he lovde this may.[339] Till on a daye it so beffell, Great dill[340] to him was dight;[341] The maydens love removde his mynd,15 To care-bed went the knighte. One while he spred his armes him fro, One while he spred them nye: And aye! but I winne that ladyes love, For dole[342] now I mun[343] dye.20 And whan our parish-masse was done, Our kinge was bowne[344] to dyne: He sayes, Where is syr Cauline, That is wont to serve the wyne? Then aunswerde him a courteous knighte,25 And fast his handes gan wringe: Sir Cauline is sicke, and like to dye Without a good leechìnge.[345] Fetche me downe my daughter deere, She is a leeche fulle fine:30 Goe take him doughe,[346] and the baken bread, And serve him with the wyne soe red; Lothe I were him to tine.[347] Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes, Her maydens followyng nye:35 O well, she sayth, how doth my lord? O sicke, thou fayr ladyè. Nowe ryse up wightlye,[348] man, for shame, Never lye soe cowardlee; For it is told in my fathers halle,40 You dye for love of mee. Fayre ladye, it is for your love That all this dill I drye:[349] For if you wold comfort me with a kisse, Then were I brought from bale to blisse,45 No lenger wold I lye. [Sir knighte, my father is a kinge, I am his onlye heire; Alas! and well you knowe, syr knighte, I never can be youre fere.50 O ladye, thou art a kinges daughtèr, And I am not thy peere, But let me doe some deedes of armes To be your bacheleere.[350] Some deedes of armes if thou wilt doe,55 My bacheleere to bee, (But ever and aye my heart wold rue, Giff[351] harm shold happe to thee,)] Upon Eldridge[352] hill there groweth a thorne, Upon the mores brodinge;[353]60 And dare ye, syr knighte, wake there all nighte Until the fayre mornìnge? For the Eldridge knighte, so mickle[354] of mighte, Will examine you beforne:[355] And never man bare life awaye,65 But he did him scath[356] and scorne. [That knighte he is a foul paynìm,[357] And large of limb and bone; And but if heaven may be thy speede, Thy life it is but gone.70 Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke,[358] For thy sake, fair ladìe;] And He either bring you a ready tokèn, Or He never more you see The lady is gone to her own chaumbère,75 Her maydens following bright: [Syr Cauline lope[359] from care-bed soone, And to the Eldridge hills is gone,] For to wake there all night. Unto midnight, that the moone did rise,80 He walked up and downe; Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe Over the bents[360] soe browne; Quoth hee, If cryance come till[361] my heart, I am ffar from any good towne.85 And soone he spyde on the mores so broad, A furyous wight and fell;[362] A ladye bright his brydle led, Clad in a fayre kyrtèll: And soe fast he called on syr Caulìne,90 O man, I rede[363] thee flye, For 'but' if cryance comes till thy heart, I weene but thou mun dye. He sayth, 'No' cryance comes till my heart, Nor, in faith, I wyll not flee;95 For, cause thou minged[364] not Christ before, The less me dreadeth thee. [The Eldridge knighte, he pricked his steed; Syr Cauline bold abode: Then either shooke his trustye speare,]100 And the timber these two children[365] bare Soe soone in sunder slode.[366] Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes, And layden[367] on full faste, [Till helme and hawberke, mail and sheelde,105 They all were well-nye brast.[368]] The Eldridge knight was mickle of might, And stiffe in stower[369] did stande, But syr Cauline with a 'backward' stroke,[370] He smote off his right hand;110 That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud Fell downe on that lay-land.[371] [Then up syr Cauline lift his brande All over his head so hye: And here I sweare by the holy roode,115 Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye. Then up and came that ladye brighte, Fast wringing of her hande: For the maydens love, that most you love, Withold that deadlye brande:120 For the maydens love, that most you love, Now smyte no more I praye; And aye whatever thou wilt, my lord, He shall thy hests[372] obaye. Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte,125 And here on this lay-land, That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye,[373] And therto plight thy hand: And that thou never on Eldridge come To sporte, gamon,[374] or playe:130 And that thou here give up thy armes Until thy dying daye. The Eldridge knighte gave up his armes With many a sorrowfulle sighe; And sware to obey syr Caulines hest,135 Till the tyme that he shold dye.] And he then up and the Eldridge knighte Sett him in his saddle anone, And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye To theyr castle are they gone.140 [Then he tooke up the bloudy hand, That was so large of bone, And on it he founde five ringes of gold Of knightes that had be slone.[375] Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde,145 As hard as any flint: And he tooke off those ringès five, As bright as fyre and brent. Home then pricked[376] syr Cauline As light as leafe on tree:150 I-wys he neither stint ne blanne,[377] Till he his ladye see. Then downe he knelt upon his knee Before that lady gay: O ladye, I have bin on the Eldridge hills:155 These tokens I bring away. Now welcome, welcome, syr Caulìne, Thrice welcome unto mee, For now I perceive thou art a true knighte, Of valour bolde and free.160 O ladye, I am thy own true knighte, Thy hests for to obaye: And mought I hope to winne thy love!— Ne more his tonge colde say. The ladye blushed scarlette redde,165 And fette[378] a gentill sighe: Alas! syr knight, how may this bee, For my degree's soe highe? But sith thou hast hight,[379] thou comely youth, To be my batchilere,170 Ile promise if thee I may not wedde I will have none other fere.[380] Then shee held forthe her lilly-white hand Towards that knighte so free; He gave to it one gentill kisse,175 His heart was brought from bale to blisse, The teares sterte[381] from his ee. But keep my counsayl, syr Caulìne, Ne let no man it knowe; For and ever my father sholde it ken,180 I wot he wolde us sloe.[382] From that daye forthe that ladye fayre Lovde syr Caulìne the knighte: From that daye forthe he only joyde Whan shee was in his sight.185 Yea and oftentimes they mette Within a fayre arbòure, Where they in love and sweet daliaunce Past manye a pleasaunt houre.]

⁂ In this conclusion of the First Part, and at the beginning of the Second, the reader will observe a resemblance to the story of Sigismunda and Guiscard, as told by Boccace and Dryden. See the latter's description of the lovers meeting in the cave; and those beautiful lines, which contain a reflection so like this of our poet, "everye white," &c., viz.:

"But as extremes are short of ill and good, And tides at highest mark regorge their flood; So Fate, that could no more improve their joy, Took a malicious pleasure to destroy Tancred, who fondly loved," &c.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

PART THE SECOND.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

Everye white will have its blacke, And everye sweete its sowre: This founde the ladye Christabelle In an untimely howre. For so it befelle, as syr Caulìne5 Was with that ladye faire, The kinge her father walked forthe To take the evenyng aire: And into the arboure as he went To rest his wearye feet,10 He found his daughter and syr Caulìne There sette in daliaunce sweet. The kinge hee sterted forthe, i-wys,[383] And an angrye man was hee: Nowe, traytoure, thou shalt hange or drawe,15 And rewe shall thy ladìe. Then forthe syr Cauline he was ledde, And throwne in dungeon deepe: And the ladye into a towre so hye, There left to wayle and weepe.20 The queene she was syr Caulines friend, And to the kinge sayd shee: I praye you save syr Caulines life, And let him banisht bee. Now, dame, that traitor shall be sent25 Across the salt sea fome: But here I will make thee a band,[384] If ever he come within this land, A foule deathe is his doome. All woe-begone was that gentil knight30 To parte from his ladyè; And many a time he sighed sore, And cast a wistfulle eye: Faire Christabelle, from thee to parte, Farre lever[385] had I dye.35 Faire Christabelle, that ladye bright, Was had forthe of the towre; But ever shee droopeth in her minde, As nipt by an ungentle winde Doth some faire lillye flowre.40 And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint[386] her lover soe: Syr Cauline, thou little think'st on mee, But I will still be true. Manye a kynge, and manye a duke,45 And lorde of high degree, Did sue to that fayre ladye of love; But never shee wolde them nee.[387] When manye a daye was past and gone, Ne comforte she colde finde,50 The kynge proclaimed a tourneament, To cheere his daughters mind: And there came lords, and there came knights, Fro manye a farre countryè, To break a spere for theyr ladyes love55 Before that faire ladyè. And many a ladye there was sette In purple and in palle:[388] But faire Christabelle soe woe-begone Was the fayrest of them all.60 Then manye a knighte was mickle of might Before his ladye gaye; But a stranger wight, whom no man knewe, He wan the prize eche daye. His acton[389] it was all of blacke,65 His hewberke,[390] and his sheelde, Ne noe man wist whence he did come, Ne noe man knewe where he did gone, When they came from the feelde. And now three days were prestlye[391] past70 In feates of chivalrye, When lo upon the fourth mornìnge A sorrowfulle sight they see. A hugye giaunt stiffe and starke, All foule of limbe and lere;[392]75 Two goggling eyen like fire farden,[393] A mouthe from eare to eare. Before him came a dwarffe full lowe, That waited on his knee, And at his backe five heads he bare,80 All wan and pale of blee.[394] Sir, quoth the dwarffe, and louted[395] lowe, Behold that hend[396] Soldàin! Behold these heads I beare with me! They are kings which he hath slain.85 The Eldridge knìght is his own cousìne, Whom a knight of thine hath shent:[397] And hee is come to avenge his wrong, And to thee, all thy knightes among, Defiance here hath sent.90 But yette he will appease his wrath Thy daughters love to winne: And but thou yeelde him that fayre mayd, Thy halls and towers must brenne.[398] Thy head, syr king, must goe with mee;95 Or else thy daughter deere; Or else within these lists soe broad Thou must finde him a peere.[399] The king he turned him round aboute, And in his heart was woe:100 Is there never a knighte of my round tablè, This matter will undergoe? [Is there never a knighte amongst yee all Will fight for my daughter and mee? Whoever will fight yon grimme soldàn,105 Right fair his meede shall bee. For hee shall have my broad lay-lands, And of my crowne be heyre; And he shall winne fayre Christabelle To be his wedded fere.110 But every knighte of his round table Did stand both still and pale; For whenever they lookt on the grim soldàn, It made their hearts to quail. All woe-begone was that fayre ladyè,115 When she sawe no helpe was nye: She cast her thought on her owne true-love, And the teares gusht from her eye. Up then sterte the stranger knighte, Sayd, Ladye, be not affrayd:120 Ile fight for thee with this grimme soldàn, Thoughe he be unmacklye[400] made. And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde, That lyeth within thy bowre, I truste in Christe for to slay this fiende125 Thoughe he be stiff in stowre. Goe fetch him downe the Eldridge sworde, The kinge he cryde, with speede: Nowe heaven assist thee, courteous knighte; My daughter is thy meede.[401]130 The gyaunt he stepped into the lists, And sayd, Awaye, awaye: I sweare, as I am the hend soldàn, Thou lettest[402] me here all daye. Then forthe the stranger knight he came135 In his blacke armoure dight: The ladye sighed a gentle sighe, "That this were my true knighte!" And nowe the gyaunt and knighte be mett Within the lists soe broad;140 And now with swordes soe sharpe of steele, They gan to lay on load.[403] The soldan strucke the knighte a stroke, That made him reele asyde; Then woe-begone was that fayre ladyè,145 And thrice she deeply sighde. The soldan strucke a second stroke, And made the bloude to flowe: All pale and wan was that ladye fayre, And thrice she wept for woe.150 The soldan strucke a third fell stroke, Which brought the knighte on his knee: Sad sorrow pierced that ladyes heart, And she shriekt loud shriekings three. The knighte he leapt upon his feete,155 All recklesse of the pain: Quoth hee, But[404] heaven be now my speede, Or else[405] I shall be slaine. He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte, And spying a secrette part,160 He drave it into the soldan's syde, And pierced him to the heart. Then all the people gave a shoute, Whan they sawe the soldan falle: The ladye wept, and thanked Christ,165 That had reskewed her from thrall.[406] And nowe the kinge with all his barons Rose uppe from offe his seate, And downe he stepped intò the listes, That curteous knighte to greete.170 But he for payne and lacke of bloude Was fallen intò a swounde, And there all walteringe in his gore, Lay lifelesse on the grounde. Come downe, come downe, my daughter deare,175 Thou art a leeche of skille; Farre lever[407] had I lose halfe my landes, Than this good knighte sholde spille.[408] Downe then steppeth that fayre ladyè, To helpe him if she maye;180 But when she did his beavere raise, It is my life, my lord, she sayes, And shriekte and swound awaye. Sir Cauline juste lifte up his eyes When he heard his ladye crye,185 O ladye, I am thine owne true love; For thee I wisht to dye. Then giving her one partinge looke, He closed his eyes in death, Ere Christabelle, that ladye milde,190 Begane to drawe her breathe. But when she found her comelye knighte Indeed was dead and gone, She layde her pale cold cheeke to his, And thus she made her moane.195 O staye, my deare and onlye lord, For mee thy faithfulle feere;[409] 'Tis meet that I shold followe thee, Who hast bought my love soe deare. Then fayntinge in a deadlye swoune,200 And with a deepe-fette[410] sighe, That burst her gentle hearte in twayne, Fayre Christabelle did dye.]

⁂

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date
Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

[The following is the original ballad from which Percy concocted his own. It is reprinted from Bishop Percy's Folio MS., ed. Hales and Furnivall, vol. iii. p. 1.

Iesus: lord mickle of might, that dyed ffor vs on the roode to maintaine vs in all our right, that loues true English blood. ffor by a Knight I say my song,5 was bold & ffull hardye; Sir Robert Briuse wold fforth to ffight in-to Ireland ouer the sea; & in that land dwells a king which ouer all does beare the bell,10 & with him there dwelled a curteous Knight, men call him Sir Cawline. And he hath a Ladye to his daughter, of ffashyon shee hath noe peere; Knights & lordes they woed her both,15 trusted to haue beene her peere. Sir Cawline loues her best of oné, but nothing durst hee say to discreeue his councell to noe man, but deerlye loued this mayd.20 till itt beffell vpon a day, great dill to him was dight; the maydens loue remoued his mind, to care bed went the Knight; & one while he spread his armes him ffroe,25 & cryed soe pittyouslye "ffor the maydens loue that I haue most minde, this day may comfort mee, or else ere noone I shalbe dead!" thus can Sir Cawline say.30 when our parish masse that itt was done, & our king was bowne to dine, he sayes, "where is Sir Cawline that was wont to serue me with ale and wine?" but then answered a curteous Knight35 ffast wringinge his hands, "Sir Cawlines sicke, & like to be dead without and a good leedginge." "ffeitch yee downe my daughter deere, shee is a Leeche ffull ffine;40 I, and take you doe & the baken bread, and eene on the wine soe red, & looke no day[n]tinesse ffor him to deare, for ffull loth I wold him teene." this Ladye is gone to his chamber,45 her maydens ffollowing Nye, "O well," shee sayth, "how doth my Lord?" "O sicke!" againe saith hee. "I, but rise vp wightlye, man, for shame: neuer lye soe cowardlye here!50 itt is told in my ffathers hall, ffor my loue you will dye." "itt is ffor your Loue, ffayre Ladye, that all this dill I drye. ffor if you wold comfort me with a Kisse,55 then were I brought ffrom bale to blisse, noe longer here wold I lye." "alas! soe well you know, Sir Knight, I cannott bee your peere." "ffor some deeds of armes ffaine wold I doe60 to be your Bacheeleere." "vpon Eldridge hill there growes a thorne vpon the mores brodinge; & wold you, Sir Knight, wake there all night to day of the other Morninge?65 "ffor the Eldrige King that is mickle of Might will examine you beforne; & there was neuer man that bare his liffe away since the day that I was borne." "but I will ffor your sake, ffaire Ladye,70 walke on the bents [soe] browne, & Ile either bring you a readye token or Ile neuer come to you againe." but this Ladye is gone to her Chamber, her Maydens ffollowing bright;75 & Sir Cawlins gone to the mores soe broad, ffor to wake there all night. vnto midnight they Moone did rise, he walked vp and downe, & a lightsome bugle then heard he blow80 ouer the bents soe browne. saies hee, "and if cryance come vntill my hart, I am ffarr ffrom any good towne;" & he spyed ene a litle him by, a ffuryous King and a ffell,85 & a ladye bright his brydle led, that seemlye itt was to see; & soe fast hee called vpon Sir Cawline, "Oh man, I redd thee fflye! ffor if cryance come vntill thy hart,90 I am a-feard least thou mun dye." he sayes, "[no] cryance comes to my hart, nor ifaith I ffeare not thee; ffor because thou minged not christ before, Thee lesse me dreadeth thee."95 but Sir Cawline he shooke a speare, the King was bold, and abode, & the timber these 2 Children bore soe soone in sunder slode, ffor they tooke & 2 good swords,100 & they Layden on good Loade. but the Elridge King was mickle of might, & stiffly to the ground did stand; but Sir Cawline with an aukeward stroke he brought him ffrom his hand,105 I, & fflying ouer his head soe hye, ffell downe of that Lay land: & his lady stood a litle thereby, ffast ringing her hands: "for they maydens loue that you haue most meed,110 smyte you my Lord no more, & heest neuer come vpon Eldrige [hill] him to sport, gamon, or play, & to meete noe man of middle earth, & that liues on christs his lay."115 but he then vp, and that Eldryge King sett him in his sadle againe, & that Eldryge King & his Ladye to their castle are they gone. & hee tooke then vp & that Eldryge sword120 as hard as any fflynt, & soe he did those ringes 5, harder than ffyer, and brent. ffirst he presented to the Kings daughter they hand, & then they sword.125 "but a serrett buffett you haue him giuen, the King & the crowne!" she sayd, "I, but 34 stripes comen beside the rood." & a Gyant that was both stiffe [&] strong,130 he lope now them amonge, & vpon his squier 5 heads he bare, vnmackley made was hee. & he dranke then on the Kings wine, & hee put the cup in his sleeue;135 & all thé trembled & were wan ffor feare he shold them greeffe. "Ile tell thee mine Arrand, King," he sayes, "mine errand what I doe heere; ffor I will bren thy temples hye,140 or Ile haue thy daughter deere; in, or else vpon, yond more soe brood thou shalt ffind mee a ppeare." the King he turned him round about, (Lord, in his heart he was woe!),145 says, "is there noe Knight of the round table this matter will vndergoe? "I, & hee shall haue my broad Lands, & keepe them well his liue; I, and soe hee shall my daughter deere,150 to be his weded wiffe." & then stood vp Sir Cawline his owne errand ffor to say. "ifaith, I wold to god, Sir," sayd Sir Cawline, "that Soldan I will assay.155 "goe, ffeitch me downe my Eldrige sword, ffor I woone itt att [a] ffray." "but away, away!" sayd the hend Soldan, "thou tarryest mee here all day!" but the hend Soldan and Sir Cawline160 thé ffought a summers day: now has hee slaine that hend Soldan, & brought his 5 heads away. & the King has betaken him his broade lands & all his venison.165 "but take you too & your Lands [soe] broad, & brooke them well your liffe, ffor you promised mee your daughter deere to be my weded wiffe." "now by my ffaith," then sayes our King,170 "ffor that wee will not striffe; ffor thou shalt haue my daughter dere to be thy weded wiffe." the other morninge Sir Cawline rose by the dawning of the day,175 & vntill a garden did he goe his Mattins ffor to say; & that bespyed a ffalse steward— a shames death that he might dye!— & he lett a lyon out of a bande,180 Sir Cawline ffor to teare; & he had noe wepon him vpon, nor noe wepon did weare. but hee tooke then his Mantle of greene, into the Lyons mouth itt thrust;185 he held the Lyon soe sore to the wall till the Lyons hart did burst. & the watchmen cryed vpon the walls & sayd, "Sir Cawlines slaine! and with a beast is not ffull litle,190 a Lyon of Mickle mayne." then the Kings daughter shee ffell downe, "for peerlesse is my payne!" "O peace, my Lady!" sayes Sir Cawline, "I haue bought thy loue ffull deere.195 O peace, my Lady!" sayes Sir Cawline, "peace, Lady, ffor I am heere!" then he did marry this Kings daughter with gold & siluer bright, & 15 sonnes this Ladye beere200 to Sir Cawline the Knight.

ffins.]

FOOTNOTES:

V. EDWARD, EDWARD.

A Scottish Ballad.

From a MS. copy transmitted from Scotland.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

[The affectedly antique orthography of this ballad has caused some to suppose that it was a modern invention, probably by Lady Wardlaw, the author of Hardyknute, but Motherwell obtained another version from the recitation of an old woman, which he printed in his Minstrelsy under the title of "Son Davie, son Davie." He there says that there is reason to believe that Lord Hailes "made a few slight verbal improvements in the copy he transmitted, and altered the hero's name to Edward, a name which, by the bye, never occurs in a Scottish ballad except where allusion is made to an English king."

There is a Swedish ballad of the same character entitled The Fratricide's Lament and Dialogue with his Mother before he wanders away from home for ever.

The form of a dialogue between a mother and her son is a favourite one in the old ballads, and "Lord Donald" in Kinloch's Scottish Ballads and "Lord Randal" in Scott's Minstrelsy bear some likeness to the ballad of "Edward." The hero is supposed to have been poisoned by eating toads prepared as a dish of fishes, and the last stanza of Kinloch's ballad is as follows:—

"What will ye leave to your true love, Lord Donald, My son? What will ye leave to your true love, My jollie young man? The tow and the halter for to hang on yon tree, And lat her hang there for the poysoning o' me."]

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

Quhy dois your brand sae drop wi' bluid,[411] Edward, Edward? Quhy dois your brand sae drop wi' bluid? And quhy sae sad gang yee, O?[412] O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid,5 Mither, mither: O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid: And I had nae mair bot hee,[413] O. Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward.10 Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, My deir son I tell thee, O. O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid, Mither, Mither: O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid,15 That erst was sae fair and free, O. Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Edward, Edward: Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Sum other dule ye drie,[414] O.20 O, I hae killed my fadir deir, Mither, mither: O, I hae killed my fadir deir, Alas! and wae is me, O! And quhatten penance wul ye drie[415] for that,25 Edward, Edward? And quhatten penance will ye drie for that? My deir son, now tell me, O. Ile set my feit in yonder boat, Mither, mither:30 Ile set my feit in yonder boat, And Ile fare[416] ovir the sea, O. And quhat wul ye doe wi' your towirs and your ha',[417] Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ye doe wi' your towirs and your ha',35 That were sae fair to see, O? Ile let thame stand til they doun fa',[418] Mither, mither: Ile let thame stand til they doun fa', For here nevir mair maun I bee, O.40 And quhat wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Quhan ye gang ovir the sea, O? The warldis room,[419] let thame beg throw life,45 Mither, mither: The warldis room, let thame beg throw life, For thame nevir mair wul I see, O. And quhat wul ye leive to your ain mither deir, Edward, Edward?50 And quhat wul ye leive to your ain mither deir? My deir son, now tell me, O. The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir, Mither, mither: The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir,55 Sic counseils ye gave to me, O.

This curious song was transmitted to the editor by Sir David Dalrymple, Bart., late Lord Hailes.

FOOTNOTES:

VI. KING ESTMERE.

Illustration from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1 (of 3) Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets Together With Some Few of Later Date

This old Romantic Legend (which is given from two copies, one of them in the editor's folio MS., but which contained very great variations), bears marks of considerable antiquity, and, perhaps, ought to have taken place of any in this volume. It would seem to have been written while part of Spain was in the hands of the Saracens or Moors: whose empire there was not fully extinguished before the year 1491. The Mahometans are spoken of in v. 49, &c., just in the same terms as in all other old romances. The author of the ancient Legend of Sir Bevis represents his hero, upon all occasions, breathing out defiance against

"Mahound and Termagaunte;"[420]

and so full of zeal for his religion, as to return the following polite message to a Paynim king's fair daughter, who had fallen in love with him, and sent two Saracen knights to invite him to her bower,

"I wyll not ones stirre off this grounde, To speake with an heathen hounde. Unchristen houndes, I rede you fle. Or I your harte bloud shall se."[421]

Indeed they return the compliment by calling him elsewhere "A christen hounde."[422]

This was conformable to the real manners of the barbarous ages: perhaps the same excuse will hardly serve our bard, for that Adland should be found lolling or leaning at his gate (v. 35) may be thought, perchance, a little out of character. And yet the great painter of manners, Homer, did not think it inconsistent with decorum to represent a king of the Taphians leaning at the gate of Ulysses to inquire for that monarch, when he touched at Ithaca as he was taking a voyage with a ship's cargo of iron to dispose in traffic.[423] So little ought we to judge of ancient manners by our own.

Notes in this chapter

Note 1 · Fit. see vol. 2, p. 182.Note 2 · Spectator, Nos. 70, 74.Note 3 · [MS. Ashmole, 48, in the Bodleian Library. The Rev. W. W. Skeat has printed the ballad from the MS. in his Specimens of English Literature, Note 4 · Subscribed, after the usual manner of our old poets, expliceth (explicit) quoth Rychard Sheale.Note 5 · One of the earliest productions of the Scottish press, now to be found. The title-page was wanting in the copy here quoted; but it is supposNote 6 · See Pt. ii. v. 25.Note 7 · See Pt. i. v. 99.Note 8 · Pt. ii. v. 36, 140.Note 9 · Who died Aug. 5, 1406, in the 7th year of our Hen. IV.Note 10 · James I. was crowned May 22, 1424; murdered Feb. 21, 1436-7.Note 11 · In 1460.—Hen. VI. was deposed 1461: restored and slain 1471.Note 12 · Item.... Concordatum est, quod, ... nullus unius partis vel alterius ingrediatur terras, boschas, forrestas, warrenas, loca, dominia quæcunqNote 13 · This was the original title. See the ballad, Pt. i. v. 101; Pt. ii. v. 165.Note 14 · See the next ballad.Note 15 · Vid. Pt. ii. v. 167.Note 16 · [Chappell's Popular Music of the Olden Time, vol. i. p. 198; vol. ii. p. 774.]Note 17 · Fit. see ver. 100.Note 18 · [should be "an avowe," a vow (see v. 157, Fit. 2).]Note 19 · [in spite of.]Note 20 · Ver. 5, magger in Hearne's PC. [Printed Copy.]Note 21 · [hinder.]Note 22 · Ver. 11. The the Persé. PC.Note 23 · [company.]Note 24 · Ver. 13. archardes bolde off blood and bone. PC.Note 25 · By these "shyars thre" is probably meant three districts in Northumberland, which still go by the name of shires, and are all in the neighboNote 26 · [high.]Note 27 · Ver. 19. throrowe. PC.Note 28 · [rouse.]Note 29 · [bowmen skirmished in the long grass.]Note 30 · [broad arrows.]Note 31 · [wild deer.]Note 32 · [entirely.]Note 33 · [the bushes glanced.]Note 34 · [above.]Note 35 · [early.]Note 36 · [Monday.]Note 37 · [by.]Note 38 · [hour of noon.]Note 39 · [they blew a note over the dead stag on the grass.]Note 40 · Ver. 31. blwe a mot. PC.Note 41 · [on all sides.]Note 42 · [slaughtered game.]Note 43 · [quartering.]Note 44 · [truly.]Note 45 · [aware of.]Note 46 · V. 42. myghtte. PC. passim.Note 47 · [battle axe and sword.]Note 48 · V. 43. brylly. PC.Note 49 · V. 48. withowte ... feale. PC.Note 50 · [in the.]Note 51 · V. 52. boys PC.Note 52 · [since.]Note 53 · V. 54. ned. PC.Note 54 · [Ver. 56. Percy and Hearne print, "att his men."]Note 55 · [glowing coal.]Note 56 · [man.]Note 57 · Ver. 59. whos. PC.Note 58 · Ver. 65. whoys. PC.Note 59 · [mean.]Note 60 · Ver. 71. agay. PC.Note 61 · [the one of us shall die.]Note 62 · [earl.]Note 63 · [apart or aside.]Note 64 · [curse.]Note 65 · [head.]Note 66 · Ver. 81. sayd the the. PC.Note 67 · [but if.]Note 68 · [one man for one.]Note 69 · Ver. 88. on i.e. one.Note 70 · This is probably corrupted in the MS. for Rog. Widdrington, who was at the head of the family in the reign of K. Edw. III. There were severaNote 71 · [for wot, know.]Note 72 · [two.]Note 73 · [if you.]Note 74 · Ver. 3. first, i.e. flight.Note 75 · [slew.]Note 76 · [abides.]Note 77 · V. 5. byddys. PC.Note 78 · [mischief, wrong.]Note 79 · [sure.]Note 80 · [they come.]Note 81 · [many a doughty one they made to die.]Note 82 · V. 17. boys. PC.Note 83 · V. 18. briggt. PC.Note 84 · [helmets.]Note 85 · [Mr. Skeat suggests that this is a corruption for manople, a large gauntlet.]Note 86 · V. 21. throrowe. PC.Note 87 · [many fierce ones they struck down.]Note 88 · V. 22. done. PC.Note 89 · [strong man.]Note 90 · Ver. 26. to, i.e. two. Ibid. and of. PC.Note 91 · [exchanged blows.]Note 92 · [did sweat.]Note 93 · [Milan steel.]Note 94 · [men.]Note 95 · [spurted out.]Note 96 · V. 32. ran. PC.Note 97 · V. 33. helde. PC.Note 98 · [promise.]Note 99 · Wane, i.e. ane, one, &c. man, an arrow came from a mighty one: from a mighty man. [misreading for mane (?) see v. 63, fit. i.]Note 100 · Ver. 49. throroue. PC.Note 101 · This seems to have been a Gloss added.Note 102 · [put.]Note 103 · [grasped.]Note 104 · [courser.]Note 105 · [he never lingered nor stopped.]Note 106 · [blow.]Note 107 · V. 74. ber. PC.Note 108 · Ver. 80. Say, i. e. Sawe.Note 109 · V. 84. haylde. PC.Note 110 · [sore.]Note 111 · V. 87. far. PC.Note 112 · This incident is taken from the battle of Otterbourn; in which Sir Hugh Montgomery, Knt. (son of John Lord Montgomery) was slain with an arrNote 113 · [fight.]Note 114 · [hewing at each other.]Note 115 · [suffer.]Note 116 · [hills above.]Note 117 · Ver. 102. abou. PC.Note 118 · V. 108. strenge ... hy. PC.Note 119 · [gentle.]Note 120 · [Mr. Skeat reads Loumbe.]Note 121 · V. 115. lóule. PC.Note 122 · V. 121. in to, i.e. in two.Note 123 · V. 122. kny. PC.Note 124 · Ver. 132. gay. PC.Note 125 · [widows.]Note 126 · A common pleonasm, see the next poem, Fit. 2d. V. 155; so Harding in his Chronicle, chap. 140, fol. 148, describing the death of Richard I. Note 127 · [mates.]Note 128 · [complain]Note 129 · V. 136. mon. PC.Note 130 · [on the marches (see ver. 173).]Note 131 · V. 138. non. PC.Note 132 · [wail.]Note 133 · V. 146. ye feth. PC.Note 134 · [to, unto]Note 135 · For the names in this and the foregoing page, see the Remarks at the end of the next ballad.Note 136 · Ver. 149. cheyff tennante. PC.Note 137 · [if I enjoy.]Note 138 · [requited.]Note 139 · [that tearing or pulling began this kick.]Note 140 · [Monday.]Note 141 · [better our bales, or remedy our evils.]Note 142 · Froissart speaks of both parties (consisting in all of more than 40,000 men) as entering England at the same time: but the greater part by wNote 143 · And, according to the ballad, that part of Northumberland called Bamboroughshire; a large tract of land so named from the town and castle ofNote 144 · This circumstance is omitted in the ballad. Hotspur and Douglas were two young warriors much of the same age.Note 145 · Froissart says the English exceeded the Scots in number three to one, but that these had the advantage of the ground, and were also fresh frNote 146 · By Henry L. Percy, according to this ballad, and our old English historians, as Stow, Speed, &c., but borne down by numbers, if we may belieNote 147 · Hotspur (after a very sharp conflict) was taken prisoner by John, Lord Montgomery, whose eldest son, Sir Hugh, was slain in the same action Note 148 · Froissart (according to the English translation) says he had his account from two squires of England, and from a knight and squire of ScotlaNote 149 · So in Langham's Letter concerning Queen Elizabeth's entertainment at Killingworth Castle, 1575, 12o. p. 61. "Heer was no ho in devout drinkyNote 150 · i. e. They scorn to take the advantage, or to keep them lingering in long captivity.Note 151 · The notice of this MS. I must acknowledge with many other obligations, owing to the friendship of Thomas Tyrwhitt, Esq., late Clerk of the HNote 152 · Ver. 2. winn their heaye. Harl. MS. This is the Northumberland phrase to this day: by which they always express "getting in their hay."Note 153 · [prepared.]Note 154 · [earl.]Note 155 · Robert Stuart, second son of K. Robert II.Note 156 · i. e. "over Solway frith." This evidently refers to the other division of the Scottish army, which came in by way of Carlisle. Bowynd, or BoNote 157 · They: sc. the Earl of Douglas and his party. The several stations here mentioned are well-known places in Northumberland. Ottercap-hill is iNote 158 · [stirring.]Note 159 · V. 12. This line is corrupt in both the MSS., viz. "Many a styrande stage." Stags have been killed within the present century on some of theNote 160 · [burnt.]Note 161 · [pillaged.]Note 162 · [wrong.]Note 163 · [ready.]Note 164 · [man.]Note 165 · [field.]Note 166 · [advise.]Note 167 · [stoutly.]Note 168 · Marche-man, i. e. a scourer of the marches.Note 169 · [aloud.]Note 170 · [art.]Note 171 · Ver. 39. Syne seems here to mean since.Note 172 · [regrets.]Note 173 · [injury.]Note 174 · [the one.]Note 175 · Otterbourn is near the old Watling Street road, in the parish of Elsdon. The Scots were encamped in a grassy plain near the river Read. The Note 176 · [roe.]Note 177 · Ver. 53. Roe-bucks were to be found upon the wastes not far from Hexham in the reign of Geo. I.—Whitfield, Esq., of Whitfield, is said to haNote 178 · [falcon and pheasant.]Note 179 · [woods on high.]Note 180 · V. 56. hye, MSS.Note 181 · [come unto thee.]Note 182 · [truth.]Note 183 · [pitched.]Note 184 · [booty.]Note 185 · [then.]Note 186 · [hovered.]Note 187 · Ver. 77. upon the best bent. MS.Note 188 · [spy.]Note 189 · [aware.]Note 190 · [spurred.]Note 191 · [enthroned.]Note 192 · [joy.]Note 193 · [broad.]Note 194 · [strong.]Note 195 · [force.]Note 196 · [peace.]Note 197 · The Earl of Menteith.Note 198 · [uncle.]Note 199 · [van.]Note 200 · [cautious.]Note 201 · The Lord Buchan.Note 202 · [ready.]Note 203 · Ver. 1, 13. Pearcy, all MSS.Note 204 · [promised or engaged.]Note 205 · V. 4. I will hold to what I have promised.Note 206 · Ver. 10. hye, MSS.Note 207 · He probably magnifies his strength to induce him to surrender.Note 208 · V. 11. the one, MS.Note 209 · All that follows, included in brackets, was not in the first edition.Note 210 · [let go.]Note 211 · [royal.]Note 212 · [rout.]Note 213 · [deceive.]Note 214 · [eye.]Note 215 · [break my word.]Note 216 · [rather.]Note 217 · [flayed?]Note 218 · [great maid.]Note 219 · [reward.]Note 220 · [commit himself to God by a sign.]Note 221 · [say to you.]Note 222 · The ancient arms of Douglas are pretty accurately emblazoned in the former stanza, and if the readings were, The crowned harte, and Above stNote 223 · i. e. the English.Note 224 · [swapped? i.e. smote.]Note 225 · [Cologne steel.]Note 226 · [helmets.]Note 227 · [steam.]Note 228 · [sword.]Note 229 · Being all in armour he could not know him.Note 230 · [guessed.]Note 231 · [time.]Note 232 · Ver. 116. slayne. MSS.Note 233 · [man.]Note 234 · [fight.]Note 235 · [each one.]Note 236 · [endure.]Note 237 · V. 124, i.e. He died that day.Note 238 · [dreadfully.]Note 239 · Our old minstrel repeats these names, as Homer and Virgil do those of their heroes: "——fortemque Gyam, fortemque Cloanthum," &c. &c. Both thNote 240 · [truth.]Note 241 · Ver. 143. Covelle. MS. For the names in this page, see the remarks at the end of this ballad.Note 242 · V. 153. one, i.e. on.Note 243 · [mates.]Note 244 · [fetch.]Note 245 · sc. captive.Note 246 · In the Cotton MS. is the following note on ver. 164, in an ancient hand:— "Syr Hewe Mongomery takyn prizonar, was delyvered for the restorynNote 247 · Ver. 165. Percyes.—Harl. MS.Note 248 · [Sir Walter Scott suggests that the person here alluded to was one of the Rutherfords, barons of Edgerstane or Edgerston, who at this time wNote 249 · [This is a misreading, as the person intended was a Lumley.]Note 250 · Sir W. Scott supposes "Sir Raffe the ryche Rugbè" to be Sir Ralph Neville of Raby Castle, son of the first Earl of Westmoreland, and cousin-Note 251 · More probably the Sir David Lambwell of the modern version.Note 252 · Entdecktes Judenthum, vol. ii. p. 220.Note 253 · Two of the Saxon Chronicles Parallel, 1865, p. 371.Note 254 · History of the Jews, ed. 1863, vol. iii. p. 249.Note 255 · Mr. Hales points out to me the following reference to the superstition in Marlowe's Jew of Malta, act iii.:— "Friar Jacomo. Why, what has heNote 256 · [ball.]Note 257 · [play-fellows.]Note 258 · [she.]Note 259 · [pulled.]Note 260 · [dress.]Note 261 · [parted in two.]Note 262 · [she rolled.]Note 263 · [if.]Note 264 · [if.]Note 265 · [cannot.]Note 266 · See Northern Antiquities, &c. vol. i. p. 318; vol. ii. p. 100. Memoires de la Chevalerie, tom. i. p. 44.Note 267 · [mate.]Note 268 · [describe.]Note 269 · [maiden.]Note 270 · [grief.]Note 271 · [wrought.]Note 272 · [sorrow.]Note 273 · [must.]Note 274 · [made ready.]Note 275 · [medical care.]Note 276 · [This is an odd misreading of Percy's. The MS. has "I and take you doe and the baken bread," where doe is the auxiliary verb and the and redNote 277 · [lose.]Note 278 · [swiftly.]Note 279 · [pain I suffer.]Note 280 · [knight.]Note 281 · [if.]Note 282 · [spectral, lonesome.]Note 283 · [wide moors.]Note 284 · [great.]Note 285 · [before.]Note 286 · [harm.]Note 287 · [pagan.]Note 288 · Perhaps wake, as above in ver. 61.Note 289 · [leaped.]Note 290 · [fields.]Note 291 · [if fear come to.]Note 292 · [fierce.]Note 293 · [advise.]Note 294 · [mentioned.]Note 295 · i. e. Knights. See the Preface to Child Waters, vol. iii.Note 296 · [split.]Note 297 · [laid.]Note 298 · [burst.]Note 299 · [battle.]Note 300 · Ver. 109, aukeward. MS.Note 301 · [green sward.]Note 302 · [commands.]Note 303 · [law.]Note 304 · [fight.]Note 305 · [slain.]Note 306 · [spurred.]Note 307 · [neither stopped nor lingered.]Note 308 · [fetched.]Note 309 · [since thou hast engaged.]Note 310 · [mate.]Note 311 · [started.]Note 312 · [I know he would slay us.]Note 313 · [verily.]Note 314 · [bond or covenant.]Note 315 · [rather.]Note 316 · [lose.]Note 317 · [nigh.]Note 318 · [fine cloth.]Note 319 · [leather jacket.]Note 320 · [coat of mail.]Note 321 · [quickly.]Note 322 · [countenance.]Note 323 · [flashed.]Note 324 · [complexion.]Note 325 · [bowed.]Note 326 · [courteous.]Note 327 · [injured.]Note 328 · [burn.]Note 329 · [equal.]Note 330 · [mis-shapen.]Note 331 · [reward.]Note 332 · [detainest.]Note 333 · [give blows.]Note 334 · [unless.]Note 335 · ["or else," redundant from a misunderstanding of the word but.]Note 336 · [captivity.]Note 337 · [rather.]Note 338 · [come to harm.]Note 339 · [mate.]Note 340 · [deep-drawn.]Note 341 · [why does your sword so drop with blood.]Note 342 · [and why so sad go ye.]Note 343 · [no other but he.]Note 344 · [some other grief you suffer.]Note 345 · [undergo.]Note 346 · [pass.]Note 347 · [hall.]Note 348 · [fall.]Note 349 · [the world's large.]Note 350 · See a short Memoir at the end of this Ballad, Note †‡†.Note 351 · Sign C. ii. b.Note 352 · Sign C. i. b.Note 353 · Odyss. a. 105.
Explore with AITake your curiosity a little further.

Reading settings