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CHILDE MAURICE |
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XXIII
He struck the table wi' his foot,
And kepp'd it with his knee, Till silver cup and ezar dish
In flinders they did flee.
XXIV
He call'd unto his horse-keeper,
' Make ready you my steed! ' So did he to his chamberlain,
' Go fetch my lady's weed ! '
xxv O he dress'd himself in the holland smock,
[The mantle and the snood], And he cast a lease upon his back,
And he rode to Silver Wood.
XXVI
And when he came to Silver Wood,
No body saw he there But Childe Maurice upon a block
Combing his yellow hair.
XXVII
Childe Maurice sat in Silver Wood, He whistled and he sang : I think I see the woman come That I have loved lang.'
XXVIII
But then stood up him Childe Maurice His mother to help from horse:
' O alas, alas! ' says Childe Maurice, ' My mother was ne'er so gross! '
kepp'd] caught. ezar] ? for 'mazer,' maple. weed] clottiing, lease] leash, thong. 21S |
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