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

34 o ANCUNT SONGS
Down me threwe the mantle, 105
With terror and difmay,
And, with a face of fcarlet,
To her chamber hied away.
Sir Cradock call'd his lady,
And bade her to come neare : u®
" Come win this mantle, lady,
" And do me credit here.
61 Come win this mantle, lady,
" For now it fhall be thine,
«' If thou haft never done amifs, 1 1
" Sith firft I made thee mine."
The lady gently bluming,
With modefl grace came on,
And now to trye the wendrous charm
Courageoufly is gone. 120
When fhe had tane the mantle,
And put it on her backe,
About the hem it feemed
To wrinkle and to cracke.
* Lye ftill, mee cryed, O mantle ! 125
" And Ihame me not for nought,
** I'll freely own whate'er amifs,
11 Or blameful I have wrought.
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