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SIK ALDINGAB. 251 |
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The boye pulld forth a well good sworde,
So gilt it dazzled the ee ; The first stroke stricken at Aldingar
Smote off his leggs by the knee. <i»
" Stand up, stand up, thou false traitor,
And fighte upon thy feete, For, and thou thrive as thou beginst,
Of height wee shall be meete."
" A priest, a priest," sayes Aldingar, iss
" While I am a man alive ; " A priest, a priest," sayes Aldingar,
" Me for to houzle and shrive.
"' I wolde have laine by our comlie queene, But shee wolde never consent; iso
Then I thought to betraye her unto our kinge, In a fyer to have her brent.
" There came a lazar to the kings gates,
A lazar both blind and lame ; I tooke the lazar upon my backe, 105
And on her bedd had him layne.
" Then ranne I to our comlye king,
These tidings sore to tell: But ever alacke ! " sayes Aldingar,
" Falsing never doth well. 200 |
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