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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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KING ESTMERE
XXXIII
' My ladye fayre she greetes you Well,
And ever-more well by mee; You must either turne againe and fighte,
Or goe home and loose your ladye.'
xxxiv Saies, ' Reade me, reade me, deere brother,
My reade shall ryse at thee; Whether it is better to turne and fighte,
Or goe home and loose my ladye.'
xxxv
' Now hearken to me,' saves Adler Yonge, ' And your reade must rise at me ;
I quicklye will devise a waye To sette thy ladye free.
xxxvi ' My mother was a westerne woman,
And learned in gramarye, And when I learned at the schole,
Something shee taught itt mee.
XXX VII
' There growes an hearbe within this field,
And iff it were but knowne. His color, which is whyte and redd,
It will make blacke and browne.
XXXVIII
' His color, which is browne and blacke,
Itt will make redd and whyte ; That sworde is not in all Englande
Upon his coate will byte.
My reade shall ryse] my counsel shall arise, or spring, from thee.
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