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

AND BALLADS, 49
They fcarce were in their wed-bed laid,
And fcarce was hee aileepe, i«
But upp flie rofe, and forth fhee goes,
To the fteward, and gan to weepe.
Sleepe you, wake you, faire fir Gyles ?
Or be you not withinn ?
Sleepe you, wake you, faire fir Gyles, 15
Arife and let me inn.
O, I am waking, fweete, he faid,
Sweete ladye, what is your wille ?
I have bethought me of a wyle
How my wed-lord weell fpille. 20
Twenty -four good knights, ihee fayes,
That dwell about this towne,
Even twenty-four of my near cozens,
Shall helpe to ding him downe.
All this beheard his litle footepage, 25
As he watered his mailers fleed ;
And for his mailers fad perille
His verry heart did bleed.
He mourned, fighed, and wept full fore
I fweare by the holy roode 30
The teares he for his mailer wept
Were blent water and bloode.
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Ver, 19, unbethawght. MS, Per. 32, blend. MS. *
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