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184 SIR CAULINE. |
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Did sue to that fayre ladye of love; But never shee wolde them nee.
When manye a daye was past and gone,
Ne comforte she colde finde, so
The kynge proclaimed a tourneament, To cheere his daughters mind.
And there came lords, and there came knights,
Fro manye a farre countrye, To break a spere for theyr ladyes love, «
Before that faire. ladye.
And many a ladye there was sette,
In purple and in palle ; But faire Christabelle, soe woe-begone,
Was the fayrest of them all. w
Then manye a knighte was mickle of might,
Before his ladye gaye ; But a stranger wight, whom no man knewe,
He wan the prize eche daye.
His acton it was all of blacke, es
His hewberke and his sheelde ; Ne noe man wist whence he did come, Ne noe man knewe where he did gone,
When they came out the feelde.
69. Syr Cauline here acts up to the genuine spirit of perfect chivalry. In old romances no incident is of more frequent occurrence than this, of knights already distinguished |
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