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THE CHILD OF ELLE. 229
All this beheard her owne damselle,
In her bed whereas shee ley ; Quoth shee, " My lord shall knowe of this,
Soe I shall have golde and fee.
" Awake, awake, thou baron bolde ! im
Awake, my noble dame ! Your daughter is fledde with the Childe of Elle,
To doe the deede of shame."
The baron he woke, the baron he rose,
And called his merrye men all: no
" And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte ; The ladye is carried to thrall."
Fair Emmeline scant had ridden a mile,
A mile forth of the towne, When she was aware of her fathers men in
Come galloping over the downe.
And foremost came the carlish knight, Sir John of the north countraye :
" Nowe stop, nowe stop, thou false traitoure, Nor carry that ladye awaye. 120
" For she is come of hye lynage,
And was of a ladye borne, And ill it beseems thee, a false churles sonne,
To carrye her hence to scorne." |
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