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A pleasant history of Roswall and Lillian. Declaring the occasional of Roswall his removing from his native kingdom, to the kingdom of Bealm, and what befell him in his journey from his steward ; the entertainment he met with from an aged wife ; his education in school ; with his fortunate admission to be servant to Lillian the kings only daughter, with whom he fell deeply in love ... his thankfull remembrance of his friends ; the number of his children, and their good fortune, all worthy reading.; Roswall and Lillian
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I now Lady while I die Love you again most heartilie Within his heart he was right glad And he did think mair then he said Soon after that this Lady fair Said anone to Dissawar Dissawar I do you pray Cast that name from you away Call you Hector or Oliver Ye are so fair without compare Call your self Sir Porteous Or else the worthy Emedus Call you the noble Predicase Who was of fair and comely face Because that I love you so well Let your name be Sir Lion dale Or great Florent of Albanie My heart if ye bear love to me Or call you Lancelot du Lake For your dearest true loves sake Call you the Knight of Arms green For the love of your Lady shéen He sayes Dissawar they must call me While afterward I more do sée If ye will have no other name Call you a Squire to the King Or to his daughter Chamberlan For love of his daughter Lillian She laugh'd and once or twice him kist And to her Ladies then she past And Dissawar was very glad For the joy he of the Lady had So it befell upon a day His Father to his Mother did say I think right long for to hear tell Of my fair son Roswall I think so long I cannot sleep With that the Quéen began to wéep Who said good Sir for charitie Let some be sent him for to sée It is long since he from us went Perchance his Gold is now all spent As the King his Father was to send There came Messengers even at hand With letters from that noble King Which made him glad in every thing But â—hey beguiled were both so That none of them the case did know The King had written on this manner Desiring his Son to his Daughter The King his Father was right glad That such a marriage should be made Therefore he every way consented Even as the King by writ had sent it An answer to him he did send When he the wedding would intend That he might send Lords of that Countrie To bear witnesse to that marriage frée The Messengers went home again And told their King what they had done And then anone without delay Appointed was the Marriage day Who sent word to the noble King And he without more tarrying Sent to solemnize that day An Earle and Lusty Lords tway With them went two lusty Knights And many a gallant Squire wight The King of Bealm caus'd make a cry Three dayes before the marriage day To come and Iust a course of Wier Before me and my Queen full dear To see who best will undertake To Iust then for his Ladies sake But when to Lillian it was told Wit ye well her heart was cold For she lov'd none but Dissawar Who went and told him lesse and mair Said at yon Iusting you must be For to Iust for your Ladie And if ye will not Iust for me Iust for your Love where ere she be He saith Lady by my good fay I nere was â—eed with such a play For I had rather be at hunting Then singing dancing or at Iusting Yet I shall stand by you Lady To sée who bears away the gree And so they parted on that night And on the morn when it was light Dissawar got up his way Went to the Forrest be it was day His hounds leading into his hand Full well triping at his command And when he came to the Forrest He looked East and looked West He looked over the bents brown Where he saw neither house nor town The Myrle and Mavese shouted shrile The Sun blinked on every hill In his heart he had great rejoycing Of the birds full swéet singing He looked down upon the spray When it was nine hours of the day And saw a little space him fra A Knight coming with him no mae Riding on a milk-white stéed And all milk-white was his wéed To Dissawar he came ridand And lighted down even at his hand And said anone my full swéet thing I must be drest in your cloathing Take you my armour and my stéed And dresse you all into my wéed And to you Iusting ye must faire To win you praise and honour mair When ye have done come ye to me Of Vennisoun ye shall have plentie Then Dissawar armed him quickly The Knight him helped that stood by He stoutly lap upon his steed And ran Lances through the Mied Till he came to the Iusting-place He saw his Mistres face to face And he saw many Ladies gay And many Lords in rich array And he saw many a lustie Knight Iusting before him in his sight He rade unto the Iusting place Where Knights encountred face to face And many sadles toom'd he there Both of Knights and many a Squyer All men wondred what he was That of Iusting had such praise The Ladies heart was wonder sair And said alace for Dissawar Why would he not tarry with me This Noble justing for to see And when the Iusting was near done Then he beheld the steward soon His héels turn upward there he made All that him saw were sore afraid Then he unto the Forrest ran As light as ever did a man The King cry'd with voice on hie Go take you Knight bring him to me And whoso brings him to my hand Shall have an Earldome of land But all for nought it was in vain For to the woods he rade again Delivered his Armour and his steed And brest himself in his own weed The Lord had taken him Vennisoun And homeward with them made he bown As for help desired none he Presented them to his Ladie She sayes now wherefore Dissawar Beguil'd ye me in this manner He answered my Lady dear Why say ye that unto me here Wherefore shall I come to Iusting I have no skill of such a thing She sayes a Knight with a white stéed And all milk-white was his wéed He hath born away the grée Of him is spoken great plentie And if ye bide the morn with me Ye peradventure shall him sée I shall do so said he Madam The morn I will not passe from home Then Lillian to her Ladies went Past to their supper incontinent And on the morn right timously He did rise up be he might see And forth unto the Forrest went After the night was fully spent When that he came to those woods gréen The place where he before had béen Vnder the shadow of a trée He laid him down right privatlie The birds did sing with pleasant voice He thought himself in Paradice And to bear part for joy sang he Even for the love of his Ladie How she lov'd him her Paramour And she of all the world the flower For pleasure of the weather fair So clear and pleasant was the air His heart was light on leaf on trée When that he thought on his Lady He looked then over an hill And saw a Knight coming him till Having a red shield and a red spear And all red shined his gear To Dissawar he
A PLEASANT HISTORY OF Roswall and Lillian DECLARING The occasion of Roswall his removing from his Native Kingdom to the Kingdom of Bealm and what befell him in his journey from his Sâ—â—ward The entertainment he met with from an aged Wife His Education at School With his fortunate admission to be servant to Lillian the Kings only Daughter with whom she fell deeply in love The reward of the three Lords by whom he attained the honour of the three dayes Justing before the Marriage of the Steward who was knowen to 〈◊〉 a Traitor and therefore justly executed with the renewed wished-for Marriage betwixt Roswall and Lillian His thankfull remembrance of his friends the number of his children and their good fortune all worthy reading EDINBVRGH Printed by I. H. Anno 1663. THE HISTORY OF Roswall and Lillian NOw will ye list a little space And I shall send you to solace You to solace and be blyth Hearken ye shall hear belyve A tale that is of veritie If ye will hearken unto me In Naples lived there a King Had all the lands in Governing Who had a Lady fair and young Whose name was called Lillian This Lady pleasant was and fair Bare him a Son which was his Heir Whose name was called Roswall Of fairer heard I never tell Princes to him could not compare Ulisses nor Gandifere Achilles nor Troyalus Nor yet his Father Priamus The Knight that kept the Parent well Was not so fair as Roswall There lived into that Countrie Worthy noble Lords three That to the King had done treason Therefore he put them in prison And there he held them many a day Till they were aged quite away Aged and quite o'regrown with hair While of their lives they did despair That they knew of no remedie But looked after death daily So it befell upon a day The young Prince he went to play Him to play and to solace And so it happened in that case Toward the Prison he is gone To hear thir Lords making their moan He sate down and a little staid To hearken what thir Lords said They said dear God have mind of us Even for the sake of dear Iesus Who bought us with his precious blood And for us dyed on the rood To help us if thy will it be And of this Prison make us frée The young Prince did hear their moan He heard their mourning and their groan Then to his Chamber he is gone Heavy in heart as sad as stone He sate down and did foresée How best thir Lords might helped be And so he thought upon a wyle The King how he might best beguile A custome then had the Iaylors Who keeped ay the Prisoners After the doors all locked were Vnto the King the keyes to bear The King used them to lay Vnder his bed-head privily The Prince soon perceiving had Where the King the keyes laid And on a night he watch did keep Till that the King was fallen asleep He took the keyes full privilie And to the Prison gone is he Who did deliver thir Lords thrée Bade them passe home to their Countrie And then they swore by sweet Iesus If ever ye mister help of us We shall you help into your néed Glad was he having done the déed The keyes laid under his Fathers head And went and sleept as he were dead The King rose and eke the Queen The Principal and Lords bedeen They went to messe and then to dine The Iaylors all did come in syne Asked from the King the keyes Which to deliver did him please Then to the Prison they went in fear To give the Lords their dinner there But when they came all were away They knew not what to do nor say The Prisoners away were gone How or what way known to none The King was then so dollorous That the three Lords were scaped thus He sayes O Lord how may this be That thir Prisoners hath been made frée Vnder my bed-head lay the keyes None knew thereof as God me ease And here I make a solemn vow Before you all my Lords now Who ere he be hath done the deed He shall be hang'd without remeed Or else so soon as I him see My own two hands his bane shall be It was reported through the Town That the young Prince the deed had done The word throughout the Pallace ran Which made the King a grieved man When he the vow considered And that his Son had done the déed The Queen then far more grieved was She mourn'd and wéeped with her face And quickly to the King went she Who knéeling down upon her knée Thus said for him that sits on hie Let your Sons fault forgiven be That may not be Madam he said For I a faithfull vow have made That assoon as I may him see My own two hands his bane shall be Therefore I pray you day and night To keep him well out of my sight Till I send him to some Countrie Where he may safely keeped be And then in haste down sate the King Wrote letters without tarrying To send his Son to the King of Bealm For to remain in that Realm Still to continue with the King Till he sent for his home-coming Letters in haste then soon wrote he Desiring the King especiallie For to receive his own dear Son Which for most trust was sent to him His furnishing was made ready And he got gold in great plenty The Kings Steward a stalward Knight Was made to keep him day and night And so his servant for to be To keep him well in that Countrie The Queen did look to the Steward And said my love my joy my heart Sir Steward now I do thée pray To keep my Son both night and day And serve him both by foot and hand And thou shalt have both gold and land Or yet of any other thing That thou 'lt seek from me or the King He said Madam that may not be But I will serve him tenderlie She sayes my fair Son Roswall Hearken what I to thee will tell When thou dost come to that Country Carry thy self right honestly Be Courteous Genty kind and frée And use ay in good companie And if thou needest ought to spend Send word to me I shall thee send He took his leave then of the Queen And of her Ladies all bedeen Great mourning and great care they made When that out of the Town they rade The Gracious God mot be his guide So on a time as they did ride Side for side hand for hand rode they None other saw they in the way Only they two in companie Came to a River fair to see The Prince then said unto the Knight My counsell is that here we light For in this place I thirst so sore That further can I ride no more Till of this water I get my fill Wot ye how I may win there till The Knight leapt down deliverlie And drank the water busilie He bade him light and drink also His fill ere he