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SIR CAULINE. 181
The ladye blushed scarlette redde, i«
And fette a gentill sighe: " Alas ! syr knight, how may this bee,
For my degree's soe highe ?
" But sith thou hast hight, thou comely youth, To be my batchilere, wo
lie promise, if thee I may not wedde, I will have none other fere."
Then shee held forthe her liley-white hand
Towards that knighte so free; He gave to it one gentill kisse, i"
His heart was brought from bale to blisse,
The teares sterte from his ee.
" But keep my counsayl, Syr Cauline,
Ne let no man it knowe ; For, and ever my father sholde it ken, mo
I wot he wolde us sloe."
From that daye forthe, that ladye fayre
Lovde Syr Cauline the knighte; From that daye forthe, he only joyde
"Whan shee was in his sight. w
Yea, and oftentimes they mette
"Within a fayre arboure, Where they, in love and sweet daliaunce,
Past manye a pleasaunt houre.