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The History of Sir Eger, Sir Grahame, and Sir Gray-Steel; Sir Eger, Sir Grime and Sir Graysteele.
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1669
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Wing H2139; ESTC R43180
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waxed cold and syn to teen Her hew it changed pale and wan The knight he well perceived than That the Lady was in distress And he thought ferâ—y what it was He said Lady why do ye so I thought this had been one of tho For ye desired for to see And ye heght some reward to me And I have brought them in your sight Through grace of God and of his might And ever I had mind of you The land of doubt when I rode throw All that I heght have ye not dread But sir she said ye shal come speed It shal be holden and well mare Ere that ye off this countrey fare Ye might have letten such go by What needs you to be so hasty Then to the burgess can she speak She bade him wash and go to meat The burgess said I will go home My menyie are biding eachone They brought the burgess bread and wine When he had drunk took his leave syne They clos'd the door soon at his back And off the knight his gear can take The Lady was leech and had skil And spared not but laid him till Both for the stang and for the stound And also for his bloody wound She handled him as tenderlie As she had been his own Ladie With handling of the Lady bright Swat sore so then the noble knight That she behov'd to try his will Ye have my trowth now there intil And in the bower while I do bide For any thing that may betide I shal be at your bidding hail And govern me at your counsel While ye be come to your estate Whereto will ye make now debate â—or I heght you this hinder night â—f ye had hope to slay the knight â—nd force of fortune with you stood â—hen neither gold nor yet should good â—or nobleness nor yet treasures â—r ought was mine but it was yours â—ut a fair tale it may be shown â—nother in the heart be known â—alset is ay a fained friend â—nd it cometh ay at the last end But I trust well to heavens King â— loved you above all thing â—oubtless I may not be put back â—nd in lawtie there is no lack â—nd since I know your daughty deed â—ow ye have put your self in dread Through hardiness of heart and hand â—e hurt him so he might not stand The worst that ever rade or yeed Through your counsel may think to speed â—our lawtie is above all other That ye had rather given your brother All the worship and al 's the name Thaâ— lyes into his bed at hame The Lady said by heavens King Me marvels of your governing That ye should pass off this countrie And make your quaintance but with me If ye do so into this land My friends they would do on each hand And ferlie wonder greatumly For what ferlie it were and why That ye should have my love so well Because your brother slew Gray-steel Ye do my counsel ere you go You shal acquaint you with some mo My father is a man of might Gentle and free to every knight When that he was in his youth age â—e was a man of stout courage Fur thy and for ward in the field But he is now bouden with eild That he may not in his own feer Busk not yet ride in land of weer But he is wise gentle and free A kinder shal ye never see Fast and sicker of his tongue Both to the old and eke the young Fra he hath known your daughty deed How ye have put your self in dread How worthily that ye have won And ye but young and new begun He will reward you ere ye pass Of reason what ye will him as Whether ye would have gold or land The knight he said Nothing but your hand Yea then she sayes it may well be If it be so so it likes me For he that hath my marriage Shal have my fathers heritage An hundred pound he may well spend Of pennie meale each year to end Withoutten warns or relesies Great Lords hold him all their chiefes Earles and Bishops and al 's Barouns And many royal borrow towns Ye and I shal have such gentrice And work all whole at my device Ye put upon you all your gear As ye should ride in fair of weer And in a chair ye set you down And my maidens in their fashioun Shal stand and make you comforting And serve you both with spice and wine And be you blyth and make good chear I will go bring my father here And my dear mother the Countess And show to them of all the case To me and my mother us two I shal not kyth you to no mo Be that the Earl into the hall Had supped and his knights all They went in royalty to sing The Earl bethought him on a thing How this young Lord sir Garrentine In armes that was both fresh and fine Was brought to dead upon a bear Soon after that within a half year Sir Alistoun that gentle knight Who should have had the Lady bright And fra the time he caus'd her die That was both might and al 's manlie For great man-hood and al 's nurtour He might have been an Emperour He had an hoast in governing But Gray-steel had such chance given In world was never none so good Had strength that yet against him stood When that came to the Earls thought He left this play and held it nought And in the chamber walkt a space In came the Lady fair of face With laughing mouth and lovesome chear He said Welcome my daughter dear The comforter of all my care Sen he is dead that was my fare Mine heart is bound and also broken I am full wo while I be wroken The Lady said to him again Sir he that slayes he will be slain Therefore be blyth and make good chear For I am come with tidings here To comfort you and make you glad That ye would passing fain have had A man may covet many a year That many right hastilie appear And he may soon have all his will That felloun freek that was so fell He lyes low and is right cold That right redoubted was and bold And the right ablest in his gear That ever rade with shield spear His helm of gold that was so bright It stands at my bed-side this night And the hand liggs upon my bed That hath tane many wrongous wed The Earl asked Who did the deed The Lady said so God me speed It is a quarter of a year Sen that time that a knight came here Right sore wounded with sword and knife Scantly was left in him his life Yet I perceived by his affeer He was a ventrous Knight of weer And he had met with sir Gray-steel As many did and he might feel When I had seen that of the knight I held him in my bower all night Dispoyled him of all his gear Then the most wound that did him dear My stones of vertue stemd the blood I made him salve both fine
and then laid the Rosts to Both of wild fowles and al 's of tame Of each good thing they wanted nane The Burgess said I have sons fair Two are great Clarkes and great of lare The eldest is a young merchand He is right fair and well farrand They bade the hall soon should be dight And a fair fire was burning bright And then belyve they set up light To keep the coming of the Knight As they were entered in the town The burgess said in fair fashioun It shal not turn you to your skaith I have an Inne may serve us baith Will ye vouchsafe to pass with me To take such a simple harberie We shal not twin sir all this night Greatumlie thanked him the knight The fairest inne in all the town Before the yate they lighted down Two yeomen came out of the hall When that they heard the Burgess call Each one of them hath tane a steed A boy syne to the hakney yeed Then to the Burgess could he say Good sir while it be near the day Ye must these steeds both look and see And for to govern them and me The burgess said it shal be done And bade they should be stabled soon Dight ye them well while it be day And bed them soft where they do lay Feed them right well with hay and corn Make them good chear until the morn And ye shal have none other meeds But I shal quite you all your deeds The Clerks they came and bare in light Past to the hall before the Knight Took off his gear and laid it by The eldest brother yeed on hy And brought in soon a stowp of wine With baken meat and spices fine While that the supper it was dight The spice and wine then drank the knight For he had been in travel long Then fell a talking them among Then at the burgess could he speer Whom off have ye your holding here Whether of Earl Lord or Baroun Of Bishop or of King with Crown He is an Earl that ought this town And holds it in possession The Knight he said where wins his hold The burgess said as I have told Betwixt the forrest and the sea In Galias that great Countrie When he heard tell of Galias Then thought he on of Lilias That was ay worthy ware and wise And joyned full of great gentrice Be that the supper then was dight Boords covered and set on light Then the good-wife made the good chear And said ye are all welcome here I pray you take it as your own For of your quantance I am fain When they had eaten they drew the cleas The clarks they stood and said the grace Then brought they water to the Knight While it was bed time of the night They carped and drank of the wine They bade him to a chamber syne Then said the knight to the burgess I pray you sir of your gentrice That ye will rise before the day And put me forward in the way If ever ye come where that I dwel I shal quite you of your travel The burgess said so mot I thrive Although your charge were greater five I should be furthered in that I might Greatumlie thanked him the knight He bade the yeoman he should not sleep For they had two steeds for to keep But â—o wake him before the day And put him forward in the way And laid the shield upon the soar And then he rade the knight before Himself lap on upon his own The worst of them might well have gaind For King or Bishop or Baron For they were steeds of great renown The Burgess rade on his Hakuey And rade before to guide the way Thus rade they but two miles or three Before it was day-light to see And when the light of day was plain The burgess said I will again Now may ye ride where ever ye will I pray God keep you from all ill The knight he said Farewel adew Trust ye right well I shal be trew Sir Grahame when he saw the West-land And great mountains on his right hand Both Daes and Raes down and red And Harts ay casting up their head Buckes that brayes and Harts that hailes And hindes running into the fields And he saw neither rich nor poor But moss and ling and bare wild moor So it was then four dayes and mare Ere he could win to sir Eger Who lived into great distress Byding at home in longsomness Then came he home within the night And no man got of him a sight Nor young nor old into that place While that he came to the Palace He past into the chamher than Sir Eger was right wonder fain For nothing was into that time Could be more welcom then sir Grahame Pallias then with little din He privily took the steeds in Ere any day was dawning light Then said sir Grahame unto the knighâ—â— Now arm you soon in right effeir And he put on sir Grahame his gear Sir Grahame into the bed down lay Then to Pallias could he say Into the hall go ye right swyth And see if that the Earl be blyth Then he is at his bidding gane He went full soon and came again And said the Earl was gone to meat With Lords and Ladies that are sweet The Earl served us of his bread Sir Grahame sayes Now it is my reid That ye shal pass into the hall And show to them thir tokens all And though that fair young Lady Would come and kiss you courteously Keep no kindness to her now And love her as she loveth you The knight he went and would not cease Laid down the jewels on the dais Halist the Earl and the Countess And Barouns that full worthy was And Ladies quyet as any fame Then courteously rose fair Winliane But he did hold his head on hight She kneel'd and would have kist the knight She laid her hands about his hals He said Lady will I be false For I may no Ladies mouth kiss Until I come where my Lady is I am but a simple Batcheler And may not be to you a peer We may then choose and let all go To win a friend and tine a so I will not say alâ— that I think As ye have brewd so shal ye drink And then she would no longer pine And to the chamber to sir Grahame But she said My Lord sir Eger Is none in world to me so dear At 〈◊〉 he is grieved greatly And I wot not wherefore nor why He was never christned with salt That could on me set any fault In open nor in privitie But that I tarryed cruellie And that was not in grief nor spite But lawfully I may that quite Whither he would in Church or Queer The Lady wept and made ill chear Sir Grahame he said Let be Madame For he tels in his coming hame That he hath spyed a Ladie gent A brighter Bride with browes brent That is as great of kin and blood And al 's for riches by the Rood She is of