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SIR CAuXINE. 185
And now three days were prestlye past ™
In feates of chivalrye, When lo, upon the fourth morninge,
A sorrowfulle sight they see:
A hugye giaunt stiffe and starke,
All foule of limbe and lere, n
Two goggling eyen like fire farden,
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, so
All wan and pale of blee.
" Sir," quoth the dwarffe, and louted lowe,
" Behold that hend Soldain ! Behold these heads I beare with me!
They are kings which he hath slain. sj
" The Eldridge knight is his own cousine, Whom a knight of thine hath shent;
for feats of arms laying aside their wonted cognizances, and, under the semblance of stranger knights, manfully performing right worshipful and valiant, deeds. How often is the renowned Arthur, in such exhibitions, obliged to exclaim, " 0 Jhesu, what knight is that arrayed all in grene (or as the case may be)? he justeth myghtily!" The Emperor of Almaine, in like manner, after the timely succor afforded him by Syr Gowghter, is anxious to learn the name of his modest but unknown deliverer." [So in the romance of Soswall and Lillian, &c] — Motherwell.