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<strong>The</strong> Ballad<br />

Gray's eulogy <strong>of</strong> the <strong>ballad</strong>, written about the<br />

same time as the production <strong>of</strong> the play, both<br />

illuminates the methods <strong>of</strong> dramatic construction<br />

in 1756 and pounces on a marked characteristic<br />

<strong>of</strong> all<br />

good <strong>ballad</strong>s. <strong>The</strong> <strong>ballad</strong>, says Gray,<br />

"<br />

begins in the fifth act <strong>of</strong> the play." A short<br />

study <strong>of</strong> an index <strong>of</strong> first lines <strong>of</strong> any collection<br />

will testify that this is<br />

just<br />

what good<br />

<strong>ballad</strong>s do.<br />

Child, Maurice begins with no hint <strong>of</strong> tragedy ;<br />

we are simply introduced to the Child (which<br />

"<br />

means no more than the Knight) hunting in the<br />

silver wood." He sends a message, by the " little<br />

foot-page " so common in <strong>ballad</strong>s, to John<br />

Steward's wife, to come to the silver wood to<br />

hunt with him. <strong>The</strong> boy delivers the message<br />

faithfully (it is a long one), and the lady bids him<br />

hold his peace, lest<br />

my lord should hear. My<br />

lord, in fact, is is listening even writing down<br />

the message. He takes horse, finds Child Maurice<br />

combing his hair in the silver wood, and challenges<br />

him. <strong>The</strong>y fight. John Steward kills<br />

Child Maurice, cuts <strong>of</strong>f his head, and carries it<br />

home to confront his lady with it. Now, up to<br />

this point we may suspect that John Steward is<br />

But<br />

justified.<br />

"When she looked on Child Maurice' head,<br />

She never spoke words but three :<br />

' I never bare no child but one,<br />

And you have slain him truly.'<br />

"<br />

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