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Minstrelsy of the Scottish border - National Library of Scotland

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284 MIXSTllELSY OF<br />

" come as fast as <strong>the</strong> wyntle, or faster.'—<br />

' Hast thou than<br />

" winges ?' quod <strong>the</strong> knyght. ' Nay, truely,' quotl he. ' How<br />

" canst thou than flye so fast ?' quod <strong>the</strong> knyght. ' Ye have<br />

" nothing to do to knowe that/ quod Orthone. ' No ?' quod<br />

" <strong>the</strong> knyght, ' I would gladly se <strong>the</strong>e, to know what forme<br />

" thou art <strong>of</strong>.' ' Well,' quod Orthone, ye have nothing to do<br />

" to knowe : it sufficeth you to here me, and to shewe you ti-<br />

*' dynges.' ' In fay<strong>the</strong>,' quod <strong>the</strong> knyght, ' I wolde love <strong>the</strong>e<br />

" moche better an I rayght se <strong>the</strong>e ones.'—<br />

' Well,' quod Or-<br />

" thone, 'sir, si<strong>the</strong> you have sogret desyre to se me, <strong>the</strong> first<br />

" thynge that ye se to-morrowe, when ye ryse out <strong>of</strong> your<br />

" bedde, <strong>the</strong> same shaU be I.'—' That is sufficient,' quod <strong>the</strong><br />

" lorde. ' Go thy way; I gyve <strong>the</strong>e leave to departe for this<br />

" nyght.' And <strong>the</strong> next mornynge <strong>the</strong> lord rose, and <strong>the</strong> ladye<br />

" his wyfe was so afrayd, that she durst not ryse, but fayned<br />

" herself sicke, and sayd she wolde not ryse. Her husband<br />

" wolde have had her to have rysen.<br />

' Sir,' quod she, ' than<br />

" I shall se Orthone, and I wolde not se him by my gode<br />

" wille.'— 'Well,' quod <strong>the</strong> knyght, ' I wolde gladly se hym.'<br />

" And so he arose, layre and easily, out <strong>of</strong> his bedde, and sat<br />

" down on his bedde-syde, wenying to have seue Orthone in<br />

" his own proper fonn ; but he sawe nothynge wherbye he<br />

" myghte saye, ' Lo, yonder is Orthone.' So that day past, and<br />

" <strong>the</strong> next night came, and when <strong>the</strong> knyght was in his bedde,<br />

" Orthone came, and began to speke, as he was accustomed.<br />

" ' Go thy waye,' quod <strong>the</strong> knyght, ' thou arte but a Iyer ; thou<br />

" promysest that I shuld have sene <strong>the</strong>, and it was not so.'<br />

" ' No ?' quod he, ' and I shewed myself to <strong>the</strong>.'—' That is not<br />

" so,' quod <strong>the</strong> lord. / Why,' quod Orthone, ' whan ye rose out<br />

" <strong>of</strong> your bedde, saw ye nothynge ?' Than <strong>the</strong> Lorde studyed<br />

" a lytell, and advysed himself well. ' Yes, truely,' quod <strong>the</strong><br />

" knyght, ' now I remember me, as I sate on my bedde-syde,<br />

" thynking on <strong>the</strong>e, I sawe two strawes upon <strong>the</strong> pavement,<br />

" tumblynge one upon ano<strong>the</strong>r.'—' That same was I,' quod Or-<br />

" thonc, 'into that fourme I dydputtemyself as than.'— 'Tliat<br />

" is not enough to me,' quod <strong>the</strong> lord ; 'I pray <strong>the</strong>e puttc thy-<br />

" selfe into some o<strong>the</strong>r fourme, that I may better se and knowe<br />

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