Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

AND BALLADS. 167
Till I can obtaine
A fervice in my neede ?
Paines I will not fpare: 145
This kinde favour doe me,
It will eafe my care
;
Heaven mall be thy meede.
The for'fter all amazed,
On her beautye gazed, 150
Till his heart -was fet on fire,
If, faire maid, quoth hee,
You v/ill goe with mee,
You mail have your hearts deiire.
He brought her to his mother, 1 55
And above all other
He fett forth this maidens praife.
Lone was his heart inflamed,
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At length her love he gained,
And fortune crown'd his future dayes. 160
Thus unknowne he wedde
With a kings faire daughter ;
Children feven they had,
Ere Ihe told her birth.
Which when once he knew, J 65
Humblye he befought her,
He to the world might mew
Her rank and princelye worth.
He cloath'd his children then,
(Not like other men)
In partye-coiours ftrange to fee ;
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