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SIR CAULINE. 179
Then up and came that ladye brighte,
Faste ringing of her hande: " For the maydens love, that most you love,
Withhold that deadlye brande : uo
" 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 obaye."
" Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte, And here on this lay-land, 126
That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye, And therto plight thy hand:
" And that thou never on Eldridge [hill] come To sporte, gamon, 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. no