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SIK CAULINE. 177
And but if heaven may be thy speede,
Thy life it is but gone." ro
" Nowe on the Eldridge hilles He walke,
For thy sake, fair ladie ; And He either bring you a ready token,
Or lie never more you see."
The lady has gone to her own chaumbere, w
Her maydens following bright; Syr Cauline lope from care-bed soone, And to the Eldridge hills is gone,
For to wake there all night.
Unto midnight, that the moone did rise, so
He walked up and downe ; Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe
Over the bents soe browne; Quoth hee, " If cryance come till my heart,
I am ffar from any good towne." 85
And soone he spyde on the mores so broad
A furyous wight and fell; A ladye bright bis brydle led,
Clad in a fayre kyrtell:
And soe fast he called on Syr Cauline, w
" O man, I rede thee flye, For but if cryance come till thy heart,
I weene but thou mun dye." 92, MS. For if. VOL. III. 12 |
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