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

i6 ANCIENT SONGS
What wight art thou, the ladye fayd, 105
That wilt not fpeake to mee
Sir, I may chance to eafe thy paine,
Though I bee foule to fee.
If thou wilt eafe my paine, he fayd,
And helpe me in my neede ;
Afk what thou wilt, thou grimme ladye,
And it mall bee thy meede.
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O fweare mee this upon the roode,
And promife on thy faye
And here the fecrette I will telle, 1 15
That ihall thy ranfome paye.
King Arthur promis'd on his faye,
And fware upon the xoode ;
The fecrette then the ladye told,
As lightlye well mee cou'de. 1 20
Now this mail be my paye, fir king,
And this my guerdon bee,
That feme yong, fair and courtlye knight,
Thou bringe to marrye mee.
Faft then pricked king Arthurs 125
Ore hille, and dale, and downe :
And foone he founde the barone's bowre
And foone the grimme baroune.
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