All cladd in gray, in pilgrim sort, 65 My voyage from her I did take Unto the blessed Holy Land, For Jesus Christ my Saviours sake. Where I Erle Jonas did redeeme, And all his sonnes, which were fifteene, Who with the cruell Sarazens In prison for long time had beene. I slew the giant Amarant I overcame him in the feild, And slewe him soone right valliantlye; VOL. II. Some of her bones in Warwicke yett A monstrous wyld and cruell beast, Still for a monument doe lye, 100 And there exposed to lookers viewe, As wonderous strange, they may espye. A dragon in Northumberland 105 I alsoe did in fight destroye, Which did bothe man and beast oppresse, And all the countrye sore annoye. At length to Warwicke I did come, Like pilgrim poore, and was not knowne; 110 And there I lived a hermitts life A mile and more out of the towne. Where with my hands I hewed a house Out of a craggy rocke of stone, And lived like a palmer poore Within that cave myself alone: And daylye came to begg my bread Not knowne unto my loved wiffe, V. 94, 192, doth lye. MS. N 115 120 Till att the last I fell sore sicke, By which shee knewe me presentlye. To bring my corpes unto the grave, Wherby I sought my soule to save. Though now it be consumed to mold, 125 130 135 II. Guy and Amarant. The Editor found this poem in his ancient folio manuscript among the old ballads; he was desirous, therefore, that it should still accompany them; and as it is not altogether devoid of merit, its insertion here will be pardoned. Although this piece seems not imperfect, there is reason to believe that it is only a part of a much larger poem, which contained the whole history of Sir Guy: for, upon comparing it with the common storybook, 12mo, we find the latter to be nothing more than this poem reduced to prose: which is only effected by now and then altering the rhyme, and throwing out some few of the poetical ornaments. The disguise is so slight, that it is an easy matter to pick complete stanzas in any page of that book. The author of this poem has shown some invention. Though he took the subject from the old romance quoted before, he has adorned it afresh, and made the story entirely his own. GUY journeyes towards that sanctifyed ground To see the sepulcher was his intent, Whom noe man durst encounter for his strength, Who, in a castle which he held, had chaind them. 15 The place not farr.-" Lend me thy sword," quoth hee; "Ile lend my manhood all thy sonnes to free.' With that he goes and lays upon the dore The gyant never was soe rowz'd before, For noe such knocking at his gate had bin; Soe takes his keyes and clubb, and cometh out, Staring with ireful countenance about. 66 Like one that sayes, I must and will come in. 20 Sirra," quoth hee, "what busines hast thou heere? 25 Didst never heare noe ransome can him cleere For making me to take a porters paines, That in the compasse of my furye falls? With this same clubb I will dash out thy braines." I have bin better armd, though nowe goe thin. Erle Jonas, mentioned in the foregoing ballad. 30 35 40 But on the ground he spent his strokes in vaine, Did brush his plated coat against his will: And sayd to Guy, "As thou'rt of humane race, 45 50 "I graunt thee leave," quoth Guye, "goe drink thy last, 55 Go pledge the dragon and the salvage bore,2 Succeed the tragedyes that they have past; But never thinke to taste cold water more; Soe to the spring he goes, and slakes his thirst, Some wracked shipp that on a rocke is burst, Whose forced hulke against the stones does stryke ; Scooping it in soe fast with both his hands That Guy, admiring, to behold it stands. "Come on," quoth Guy, "let us to worke againe ; Thou stayest about thy liquor overlong; The fish which in the river doe remaine 60 65 Will want thereby; thy drinking doth them wrong; 70 But I will see their satisfaction made; With gyants blood they must and shall be payd." 66 Villaine," quoth Amarant, "Ile crush thee streight; 2 Which Guy had slain before. Ver. 64, bulke. MS. and P.CC. 75 |