This is a reproduction of a library book that was digitized by Google as part of an ongoing effort to preserve the information in books and make it universally accessible. Google" books https://books.google.com This is a reproduction of a library book that was digitized by Google as part of an ongoing effort to preserve the information in books and make it universally accessible. Google" books https://books.google.com Digitized by Goo£ , e Digitized by Google Digitized by Digitized by . 4 x 4 SCOTS POETRY. Laing (David/ w^ct Remains of the Ancient Popular Poetry of Scotland. Cr. 4to fa 4 proof’ copy, being soiled and inkstained in places on margins), only 108 copies privately printed, old russia, gilt, the back joints restored. * 2 guineas 1572. etc.— Edin., 1821-23 *** A valuable a^v^jurious collection of 25 pieces, all taken from sources anterior to the close of the sixteenth oentury. At the end is added the reprint from the rare first edition of M Roswal and Lilian,” of which only 75 copies were printed. The signature of E. V. Utter- son is appended to an inscription on fly-leaf. ^V\C>S^xKi\A j\[ C L* Digitized by Google Digitized by Tooele This republication of Roswall and Lillian, which it was intended should have formed a part of the Volume of An¬ cient Popular Poetry now in the course of publication, has been withdrawn, in consequence of a mistake, which was too late discovered, in its having been printed on a different kind of paper from that used for the rest of the collection. It is, there¬ fore, optional with the purchaser to bind it up at the end of the Volume, or to keep it by itself as a separate publication. Edinburgh, March , 1822 . |Y\ S > Digitized by Google ROSWALL AND LILLIAN. \ Digitized by zed by oogle THIS pleasant history was the last of the Metrical Ro¬ mances that retained their popularity in Scotland; and the circumstance of its being chanted in the streets of Edin¬ burgh, is still within recollection . Since that period it has become familiar to the public, from an elegant analy¬ sis* by me of the most accomplished editors of early poeti¬ cal literature . This Tale is not known to be extant in manuscript, and the earliest printed copy discovered is that from which the following publication is taken . It was purchased in 1813 for the Advocates’ Library at the Roxburghe sale, and when we add, that it produced the sum of nine Guineas , the reader will have some idea of the value attached to per¬ haps the only existing copy of an impression evidently pub¬ lishedfor the ancient fraternity of flying ftationers. The original is a small 8 vo. bl . 1. and contains 14 leaves, corres¬ ponding to this reprint; in which the only variation consists in having the lines numbered for thefacility of rrference. A copy of another early edition of this Tale, without date or printer's name, is in the possession of Mr. Douce, by whom it was communicated to hisfriend Mr. Ellis. He describes it as being the only me he had seen, and supposes it to have issued from some provincial press, about eighty or ninety years ago . The style of this Romance, says Mr. Ellis in rtference to the later copy, “ has perhaps been modernized, and the tale seems to have been awkwardly and carelessly abridged, un¬ less we suppose it to have been printed from a mutilated and a Specimens of Early English Metrical Romances, vol. hi. p. 382 - 393 . Digitized by Tooele imperfect manuscript There is, / think, no interned evi¬ dence to justify our ascribing its original to an earlier pe¬ riod than the middle qf the \Qth century” This observa¬ tion may apply with greater force to the copy from which Mr. Ellis formed his abstract than to the present, in which the story has evidently suffered less than the language :— besides, its composition must be referred to a still earlier age than that which he specifies, as it might be difficult to prove that any tale of a similar description belonged to a period so recent as the sixteenth century . If the present copy had exhibited a less modernized and corrupted text, it might have been curious to trace the change which took place in the course qf the half century that intervened between the publication of these two editions . Of the common stall-copies that have escaped destruction, the latest we have met with is entitled —The plea^ fant hiftory and love adventures of Rofwal and Lillian, with their love fong, &c. Edinburgh, printed in the year 1785. pp. 24. It has this proemium ,— Here doth begin a worthy and a noble tale Of Roswal and Lillian withoutteu fail, and contains in all 411 lines. Like other pieces qf tra¬ ditionary poetry, it has suffered abundantly in pass¬ ing among the people . It may indeed have been taken from a previous edition, not 'more accurale, and in fact comes nearer to the lines quoted by Mr. Ellis, than the corresponding ones in the older copy . Thus l. 16 reads ,— Wight Hannibal nor Gandifer. Instead qf visiting the three lords in prison to provide them with their dinner , it is said that The jaylor to the prison cam To give the lords their morning dram . Digitized by Tooele But it is unnecessary to point out variations so palpably absurd and corrupted. The concluding lines , several of which do not appear in the following copy , may serve as a sufficient specimen of the whole; and the reader may begin the comparison at line 833. They are literally transcribed. Fair Lillian bare hini bairns fire, The fairest that might live in life: The eldest son was king of fielam, The second son of Naples realm. For therefore was made the king. Right after his father’s days ending, The third son was made Pope of Rome, And then anon when this was done, The eldest daughter such was her chance She married the great Daphin of Fiance. The second married the prince of Pole, I pray to God the death might thole. To bring us to his lasting glore. Which shall endure for evermore. When these things were ended done, Roswal past to his mother soon, His father long time before was dead, But his mother of him was glad. So Roswal and Lillian sheen. Liv’d many years in good liking. 1 pray to Jesus, heaven’s King, To grant us heaven to our ending. Of them I have no more to say, God send them rest untill doom’s day. < Roswal and Lillian, their love song,' commencing ,— • Of Naples , fam’d for maidens fair. Bright Lillian was the grace; Nor e’er did L\ffy's limpid stream Reflect a fairer face.’ is nothing less than an awkward transformation g^TickelFs well-known and justly admired ballad of Colin and Lucy. Digitized by LaOOQle A PLEASANT HISTORY OF Ro/wall and Lillian . DECLARING The occasion of RofvoaU his removing from his Native Kingdom, to the Kingdom of Bealm , and what befell him in his journey from his Steward: The entertainment he met with from an aged Wife: His Education at School; With his fortunate admifiion to be fervant to Lillian the Kings only Daughter, with whom fhe fell deeply in love. The reward of the three Lords by whom he attained the honour of the three dayes Jufting before the Marriage of the Steward, who was knowen to be a Traitor and therefore justly executed; with the renewed wished-for Marriage betwixt Rofivall and Lillian: His thankfull remembrance of bis friends; the number of his children, and their good fortune, all worthy reading. EDINB URGH , Printed by /. H. Anno, 1 663. ^//8‘ 1 I Digitized by Google />/ %x *vi t x ' **) ^rro ' (as- ) THE HISTORY OF Rofwall and Lillian. IMow will ye lift a little fpace, And I fhall fend you to folace: You to folace, and be blyth, Hearken, ye fhall hear belyve A tale that is of veritie, If ye will hearken unto me. In Naples lived there a King, Had all the lands in Governing. Who had a Lady fair and young, Whose name was called Lillian: ] This Lady pleafant was and fair, Bare him a Son, which was his Heir, Whose name was called Rofwall: Of fairer heard I never tell; Princes to him could not compare, 1 Ulijfes nor Gandifere , Achilles nor Troyalus , Nor yet his Father Priamus : The Knight that kept the Parent well, Was not so fair as Rofwall. ft There lived into that Countrie, Worthy noble Lords three, That to the King had done treafon, A 2 There- Digitized by Google The History of Therefore he put them in prifon; And there he held them many a day, 25 Till they were aged quite away, Aged and quite o’regrown with hair, While of their lives they did defpair, That they knew of no remedie, But looked after death daily; 30 So it befell upon a day The young Prince he went to play, Him to play and to folace, And fo it happened in that cafe, Toward the Prifon he is gone, 35 To hear thir Lords making their moan, He fate down and a little ftaid, To hearken what thir Lords faid : They faid, dear God, have mind of us, Even for the fake of dear Jefus 40 Who bought us with his precious blood, And for us dyed on the rood To help us, if thy will it be, And of this Prifon make us free. The Young Prince did hear their moan, 45 He heard their mourning and their groan: Then to his Chamber he is gone, Heavy in heart, as fad as ftone ; He fate down and did forefee, How beft thir Lords might helped be, 50 And fo he thought upon a wyle The King how he might beft beguile y A cuftome then had the Jaylors, Who keeped ay the Prifoners, After the doors all locked were, 55 Unto the King the keyes to bear The King used them to lay Under Digitized by LaOOQle Rofwall and Lillian. Under his bed-head privily. The Prince foon perceiving had, Where the King the keves laid : 60 And on a night he watcn did keep Till that the King was fallen afleep : He took the keyes full privilie, And to the Prifon gone is he, Who did deliver thir Lords three, 65 Bade them paffe home to their Countrie; And then they fwore by fweet Jefus, If ever ye mifter help of us, We fhail you help into your need : Glad was ne having done the deed. 70 The keyes laid under his Fathers head, And went and fleept as he were dead. The King rofe and eke the Queen, The Principal, and Lords bedeen; They went to mefle and then to dine, 75 The Javlors all did come in fyne, A iked from the King the keyes, Which to deliver did him pleafe: Then to the Prifon they went in fear, To give the Lords their dinner there : 80 But when they came all were away, They knew not what to do nor fay. The Prifoners away were gone, How, or what way known to none. The King was then fo dollorous, 85 That the three Lords were fcaped thus : He fayes, O Lord, how may this be That thir Prifoners hath been made free P Under my bed-head lay the keyes, None knew thereof, as God me eafe, 90 A3 And Digitized by Google The Hiftory of And here I make a folemn vow, Before you all my Lords now, Who ere he be hath done the deed, He fhall be hang’d without remeed: Or elfe fo foon as I him fee, 95 My own two hands his bane fhall be. It was reported through the Town, That the young Prince the deed had done ; The word throughout the Pallace ran, Which made the King a grieved man, 100 When he the vow confidered. And that his Son had done the deed. The Queen then far more grieved was: She mourn'd and weeped with her face. And quickly to the King went fhe, 105 Who, kneeling down upon her knee, Thus faid, for him that fits on hie, Let your Sons fault forgiven be : That may not be Madam, he faid, For I a faithfull vow have made, 110 That afioon as I may him fee. My own two hands his bane fhall be ; Therefore I pray you, day and night, To keep him well out of my fight, Till I fend him to fome Countrie, 115 Where he may fafely keeped be. And then in hafte down fate the King, Wrote letters without tarrying, To fend his Son to the King of Becdrn , For to remain in that Realm. ISO Still to continue with the King, Till he fent for his home-coming, Letters in hafte then foon wrote he, Defiring Digitized by Tooele Rofxvall and Lillian. Defiring the King efpeciallie. For to receive his own dear fon, Which for moft truft was fent to him. His fumifhing was made ready, And he got gold in great plenty. The Kings Steward, a ltalward Knight, Was made to keep him day and night, And fo his fervant for to be, To keep him well in that Countrie; The Queen did look to the Steward, And faid, my love, my joy, my heart, Sir Steward, now I do thee pray, To keep my Son both night and day. And ferve him both by foot and hand, And thou fhalt have both gold and land. Or yet of any other thing That thou’lt feek from me or the King. He faid, Madam, that may not be, But I will ferve him tenderlie. She fayes, my fair Son RofwaU 9 Hearken what I to thee will tell, When thou doft come to that Country, Carry thy felf right honeftly, Be Courteous, Genty, kind and free, And ufe ay in good companie: And if thou needeft ought to fpend, Send word to me, I fhall thee fend. He took his leave then of the Queen, And of her Ladies all bedeen: Great mourning and great care they made When that out of the Town they rade, The Gracious God mot be his guide. So on a time as they did ride, 125 130 135 140 145 150 155 Side Digitized by Google The Hiftory of Side for fide, hand for hand rode they, None other faw they in the way, Only they two in companie, Came to a River fair to fee: 160 The Prince then faid unto the Knight, My counfell is that here we light: For in this place I thirft fo fore, That further can I ride no more, Till of this water I get my fill: 165 Wot ye how I may win theretill; The Knight leapt down deliverlie, And drank the water bufilie: He bade him light and drink alfo His fill ere he fhould further go : 170 And on his belly, as he lay down To drink the water ready bown, The falfe Knight took him by the feet, And vow’d to throw him in the deep, Unlefle that he did fwear an oath, 175 That he the Gold and letters both Should unto him refign gladly, And his fervant become truly, To ferve him well both day and night, This oath he made to the falfe Knight: 180 He the Mafter, and he the Knave; He gave to him what he would crave. And then anone withoutten ftay, They mounted both and went their way, While they came to the Land of Bealm , 185 And had paft much of that Realm. The Kings Pallace when they came near Rofwall made forry chear : For the Knight did him forbid, Further Digitized by Google Rofwall and Lillian. Further with him for to ride ; 190 He would fee fervants in the Town, Abundance of all fafhion. Away he rode then with his gold. Leaving poor Rofwall on the mold, With not a penny in’s companie 195 To buy his dinner, though he fhould die. So to the Town in hy he rode, And in the Kings Pallace abode. In his heart was great rejoycing, Presented his letters to the King; 200 He read his letters haftily, And said, Sir, welcome mot ye be; Ye fhall to me be love and dear, So long as ye will tarry here. Now in the Court we let him dwell, 205 And we will fpeak of RofwaU. RofwaU was mourning on the mold, Wanting his letters and his gold : He sayes, alace, and woe is me. For lack of food, I’m like to die; 210 O that my Mother knew my Ikaith, My Father and my Mother baith : For now I wot not what to do, Nor what hand to turn me to: Neither know I how to call me, 215 But I’m Diffawar what e’er befall me, As then he making was his moan, Befide none but himfelf alone, He lookt a little, and did efpy A little houfe, none elfe hard by ; 220 To himfelf he fayes quickly, To yonder houfe I Will me hy, And Digitized by Google The Hiftory of And afk fome vittals for this night, And harbour while the day be light: He ftepped forth right fturdily, 225 And to the little houfe went he; He knockt a little at the door, And then went in upon the floor. He found no creature therein, Neither to make noife nor din, 230 But a filly and aged wife, In chaftity had led her life: He fayes, Dame, for Saint July, This night let me have harbury, And als fome vittals till the morn, 235 For him that was in Bethlehem born; She fayes, to such meat as I have Ye’re welcome, part thereof receive, She fet him down, and gave him meat, Even of the beft that fhe could get, 240 And prayed him to make good chear, For you are very welcome here; I know you are of far Countrie, For ye are feemly for to fee. Tell me your name in charitie, 245 And do not it deny to me : He sayes, Dijfawar they call me, So was I calTd in my Countrie: She fayes, Diffawar , wo is me, That is a poor name verilie 250 Yet Diffawar , you fhall not be. For good help you fhall have of me : I have a fon no children mo. Who each day to the School doth go: If ye will bide ftill here with me, 255 To Digitized by Google Rofwall and Lillian . To him full welcome will ye be; And daily you and he together May go to School and learn each other; He fayes, good Dame, God you foryield, For here I get of you good bield. As he and fhe was thus talkand, In comes her fon even at her hand: Good Dame, he fayes, my mother dear, Who’s this that ye have gotten here. This is a Clark of far Countrie, Would fain go to the School with thee; He fayes, dear welcome mot he be, For I have got good companie. And then they paft to their fupper, For his fake had the better chear. Then Dijfawar fair of face, After fupper faid the grace. And quickly to their beds went they, And lleeped till it was near day, And then the morn right airly rose, And put upon them all their clo&ths, They went to School right haftilie. By that time they could day-light fee. Into the School the Mafter came, And afked at Dijfawar his name: He fayes, Dijfawar they call me, So was I card in my Countrie. The Mafter faid, now Dijfawar , Thou fhalt want neither meat nor laire : When ever thou needeft, come to me, And I fhall make you good fupplie. Great fkill of learning before he had Into the Country where he was bred. 260 265 270 275 280 285 He Digitized by Google I The Hiftory of He had not been a moneth there, Into the School even little maire. But the Steward unto the King Of Diffawar had perceiving: He did fet well his Courtefie, His nature and his great beautie; Into his heart he greatly thought In fervice to have him, if he might The Steward to the Wife is gone, And feyes, God fave you fair Madam, Where got ye this child fo fair, That to this Lodging makes repair P Sir, they do call him Diffawar , And ay hes done fince he came here; He is my joy, he is my heart, For he and I fhall never part; He fayes, Madam, that may not be, He muft go to the Court with me: She fayes, Sir, its againft my will, If ye will let him here ftay ftill. The Steward took Diffawar fair of face. And brought him to the King’s Grace. He had not been a moneth there, Into fervice or little maire, But he was lov’d of old and young, As he had been a Prince or King. The King he had a Daughter fair, And no moe bairns fhe was his Heir, She was bv name call’d Lillian, Of fairer forfooth I read of nane : Not the Noble French Queen, Nor yet the Lady Pelicane , Nor yet Helen that fair Ladie, 290 295 300 305 310 315 320 Nor Digitized by Tooele Rofwall and Lillian. Nor yet the true Philippic , Nor yet the Lady Christaline Was not fo fair as Lillian . This lufty Lady Lillian 325 ChooPd him to be her Chamberlane, Of which the Steward was full wo. That he fo foon fhould part him fro: Yet would not fay nay to Lillian , Of which the Lady was right fain, 380 And entred him in her fervice, For he was both leill, true and wife : He brake her bread, and made good chear, Filled the cup, the wine that bare : She took fuch comfort then of him, 335 She lov’d him better nor all her kin. Afide fhe call’d him on a day, And thus unto him fhe did fay, Now tell me Diffawar for charitie, Into what Country born was ye ? 340 He faid I’m of a far Countrie, My father’s a man of a low degree: I cannot truft, faid fhe, by the rood, But you are come of noble blood : For I know by your courtefie, 345 And by your wonder fair bodie. That ye are come of noble blood, This is my reafon, by the rood. Madam, by that ye may well ken. That I am come of fober men. 350 Diflawar, my little flower, I wifh thou were my paramour: God fen I had thee to be King, That I might wed you with a Ring. In Digitized by Google 35 5 The Hiftory of In her arms fhe did him imbrace, And kift him thrice into that place. He kneeled down upon his knee, And thanked that Lady heartilie: He faid, Lady, God you foreyeeld, That ye fhoind love to poor a child; 360 And I now. Lady, while I die, Love you again moft heartilie, Within his heart he was right glad And he did think mair then he faid. Soon after that this Lady fair, 365 Said anone to Dijfawar, Dijfawar, I do you pray, Caft that name from you away; Call you Hector or Oliver, Ye are fo fair without compare : 370 Call your felf Sir Porteous , Or eue the worthy Emedus; Call you the noble Predicafe, Who was of fair and comely face; Becaufe that I love you fo well, 375 Let your name be Sir Lion dale , Or great Florent of Albanie, My heart, if ye bear love to me ; Or call you Lancelot du Lake , For your deareft true loves fake; 380 Call you the Knight of Arms green, For the love of your Lady fheen: He fayes, Dijfawar they muft call me. While afterward I more do fee. If ye will have no other name, 385 Call you a Squire to the King, Or to his daughter Chamberlan, Digitized by Rofwall and Lillian . For love of his daughter LiUian . She laugh’d, and once or twice him kift, And to her Ladies then fhe paft, And DiJJawar was very glad. For the joy he of the Lady had. So it befell upon a day, His Father to ms Mother did fay, I think right long for to hear tell Of my fair fon RqfwdU: I think fo long I cannot lleep, ' With that the Queen began to weep, Who faid, good Sir, for charitie, Let fome be fent him for to fee: It is long fince he from us went, Perchance his Gold is now all fpent. As the King his Father was to fend, There came Meffengers even at hand With letters from that noble King, Which made him glad in every thing. But they beguiled were both, fo That none of them the cafe did know : The King had written on this manner. Defiling his Son to his Daughter, The King his Father was right glad, That fuch a marriage fhould be made; Therefore he every way confented. Even as the King by writ had fent it; An anfwer to him he did fend, When he the wedding would intend, That he might fend Lords of that Countrie To bear witneffe to that marriage free. The Meffengers went home again. And told their King what they had done; 390 395 400 405 410 415 420 And Digitized by Tooele The Hiftory of And then anone without delay Appointed was the Marriage day : Who fent word to the noble King, And he without more tarrying, Sent to folemnize that day, An Earle and lufty Lords tway. With them went two lusty Knights, And many a gallant Squire wight. The King of Bealm cauTd make a cry, Three dayes before the marriage day, To come and Juft a courfe of Wier, Before me and my Queen full dear. To fee who beft will undertake, To Juft then for his Ladies fake. But when to Lillian it was told, Wit ye well her heart was cold ; For fhe lov’d none but Diffazvar. Who, went and told him leffe and mair, Said, at yon Jufting you muft be, For to Just for your Ladie ; And if ye will not Juft for me, J uft for your Love where ere fhe be : He faith, Lady, by my good fay, I nere was bred with fuch a play, For I had rather be at hunting. Then finging, dancing, or at J ufting : Yet I fhall ftand by you Lady, To fee who bears away the gree. And fo they parted on that night :] And on the morn when it was light, DiJJawar got up his way, Went to the Forreft be it was day; His hounds leading into his hand, 425 430 435 440 445 450 Full Digitized by Tooele Rofwall and Lillian. Full well triping at his command. And when he came to the Forreft, He looked Eaft, and looked Weft, He looked over the bents brown, Where he faw neither houfe nor town, The Myrle and Mavefe fhouted fhrile, The Sun blinked on every hill; In his heart he had great rejoycing Of the birds full fweet finging: He looked down upon the fpray. When it was nine hours of the day, And faw a little fpace him fra, A Knight coming, with him no mae, Riding on a milk-white fteed, And all milk-white was his weed, To Dijfawar he came ridand, And lighted down even at his hand, And faid, anone, my full fweet thing, I must be dreft in your cloathing: Take you my armour and my fteed, And dreffe you all into my weed: And to yon Jufting you muft faire, To win you praife and honour mair : When ye have done come ye to me, Of Veimifoun ye fhall have plentie. Then Diffawar armed him quickly : The Knight him helped that ftooa by : He ftoutly lap upon his fteed, And ran Lances through the Mied, Till he came to the Jufting-place, He faw his Miftres face to face, And he faw many Ladies gay, And many Lords in rich array. 455 460 465 470 475 480 485 And Digitized by Tooele The Hiftory of And he faw many a iuftie Knight, Jufting before him in his fight: He rade unto the Jufting place, Where Knights encountrea face to face, 490 And many fadles toom’d he there. Both of Knights and many a Squyer: All men wondred what he was. That of J ufting had fuch praife : The Ladies heart was wonder fair 495 And said, alace for Dijfawar. Why would he not tarry with me, This Noble jufting for to fee : And when tne J ufting was near done, Then he beheld the Steward foon* 500 His heels turn upward there he made, All that him faw were fore afraid. Then he unto the Forreft ran, As light as ever did a man: The King cry’d with voice on hie, 505 Go take yon Knight, bring him to me, And whofo brings him to my hand, Shall have an Earldome of land: But all for nought, it was in vain, For to the woods he rode again, 510 Delivered his Armour and his fteed. And dreft himfelf in his own weed : The Lord had taken him Vennifoun, And homeward with them made he bown. As for help defired none he, 515 Prefented them to his Ladie. She fayes, now wherefore Dijfawar Beguil’d ye me in this manner ? He anfwered, my Lady dear, Digitized by Tooele Rofwall and Lillian Why say ye that unto me here ? 520 Wherefore shall I come to Justing? I have no skill of such a thing. She saves, a Knight with a white steed, And all milk-white was his weed, He hath born away the gree, 525 Of him is spoken great plentie: And if ye bide the mom with me, Ye peradventure shall him see, I shall do so, said he, Madam, The mom I will not pass from home. 530 Then Lillian to her Ladies went, Paft to their fupper incontinent: And on the mom right timoufly. He did rife up be he might fee, And forth unto the Forreft went, 535 After the night was fully fpent: When that he came to those woods green, The place where he before had been ; Under the fhadow of a tree He laid him down right privatlie. 540 The birds did fing with pleafant voice, He thought himfelf in Paradice, And to bear part, for joy fang he Even for the love of his Ladie, How she lov’d him her Paramour, 545 And fhe of all the world the flower: For pleafure of the weather fair, So clear and pleafant was the air, His heart was light on leaf on tree, When that he thought on his Lady. 550 He looked then over an hill, And faw a Knight coming him till, B 2 Having Digitized by Tooele The Hiftory of Having a red fhield and a red fpear, And mil red fhined his gear. To Dijpnwar he came full soon, 555 And at his hand he lighted down, And faid, Sir, take this horfe of mine, And all my Armour good and fine : To the Jufting in hafte ride ye, The gracious God your guide be: 560 And foon to him he reacht a Spear Which he did take withoutten fear: He then did ride forth merrilie, And foon his Lady can he fee, And fhe was clomthed all in white, 565 To look on her was great delight: He made the Lady mil gay hailing, And then he went to the Jufting: And if he Jufted well before, Better that day by fifteen fcore. 570 He hunted the Knights here and there, Even as the hound doth hunt the Hare, And many Knights he bare to ground, And fome of them got their deeds wound. Of the Steward he got a light, 575 And on his arfe he made him light, And then unto the Forreft ran, As light as ever did a man. The King cryed with voice on hie, Go take yon Knight, bring him to me, 580 And whofo brings him to my hand Shall have an Earldome of land: But all for nought it was in vain, For to the Woods he rade again. When he came there the Knight he leugh, 585 Have Digitized by Rofwall and Lillian Have I not Vennifoun enough? Ye have been at the field all day. And I at hunting and at play, Then Diflawar gave him his fteed. His fhield, his armour, and his weed: His fteed was all of apple-gray, None better was, I dare well say. Then DiJJccwar went home quickly, With a white Hind to his Lady, When he came home, as I heard tell, She greatly did at him marvell That he came not to the Jufting: Lady, grive not at fuch a thing. She fayes, a Knight with a gray fteed, And all red f hined his weed, This day hath born away the gree. Of him is fpoken great plentie: And I have ever in my thought That it was you the deed hath wrought. I pray, Madam, truft no fuch thing, For I no fkill have of Jufting. She fays the morn go not away, Becaufe it is the hindmoft day : But Dijfawar full foon the morn Got up and blew his hunting horn, And went into the Forreft foon With hounds and ratches of renown, And there he had great comforting Of all the birds full fweet finging, And then he looked up full fwyth, He faw a fight which made him blyth, A Knight upon a ftalward Steed, And glittring Gold was all his weed: 590 595 600 605 610 615 His Ovi<^o?W Digitized by Tooele 620 The Hiftory of His fhield was red, his armour green, Ov’r all the land it might be feen. To Dijffawar he came full foon, And at his hand he lighted down, And faid, Sir, take this horfe of mine, And all my armour good and fine : To the Jufting in hafte ride ve, 626 The Gracious God your guide be : And even fo foon as he came there, He faw his Lady that was fo fair: And all the weed that fhe did wear, In glittring red gold did appear, 630 He at his Lady did caft a Ring, Then paft he on to the Jufting; He raae among them with fuch force, That he dang down both man and horfe: Out through the field when that he ran, 635 At each stroak he dang down a man. Sir Ronald and Sir Oliver In their Jufting made no fuch fteir, When he beheld the Steward than He dang him down both horfe and man; 640 Both horfe and man on the ground lay, And of his ribs were broken tway. Then to the Forrest he rade full foon, When that the Jufting was all done; As fwift as Falcon of his flight 645 Upon a bird when he doth ught. The King cryed with voice full fhrill Go take yon Knight, bring him me till; And whofo brings him to me here, Shall have my land and daughter dear, 650 But all for nought, it was in vain, Digitized by Tooele Rojwall and Lillian. For to the woods he rade again, Delivered his armour and his Steed, And dreft himfelf in his own weed: He thanked him right reverently, 655 Then came the other two Knights in hy. The fame two Knights we fpake of aire, Who faid, O bleffed Mafter dear, From prifon you delivered us, Wherefore mot thank you fweet Jesus, 660 And this is alfo moft certain, We promifed to you again, If ever you help of us did need. We fhould perform the fame with fpeed. The morn tne marriage fhould be 665 Of the Steward who beguiled thee: But therefore do thou nothing fear. The Brides bed he fhall not come near. They took their leave withoutten mair, And he went to his Lady fair. 670 And when that they were coming home From the Jufting every one, He went unto his Lady gent, Saluting her incontinent. Are ye, Dijfaxvar , welcome to me, 675 That fo oft hath beguiled me ? But yet I muft forgive you foon Of all that ever you have done, She saves, a Knight with a ftalward fteed, And glittering gold was all his weed, 680 This day hath born away the gree Of all the Jufting dayes three. If to my Father the truth ye tell, That it was you Jufted fo well: Then Digitized by Tooele 685 The Hiftory of Then dare I furely take in hand, He'll give you me and all the land. The morn the* marriage fhould be Betwixt yon young Prince and me: But here I make a folemn vow, I never fhall have man but you: 690 Therefore I heartily do you pray. The morn that ye go not away. I fhall do that, my Lady bright, I fhall not go out of your light. Then f he the morn right airly rofe, 695 And put upon her all her cloaths, Unto the King then is fhe gone, Who kneeled on her knees full foon. Then faid he, Lillian, what would ye ? Declare your mind now unto me: If it be lawfull ye require, I fhall it grant at your defire. Grant me my afking for Chrift's fake, That is a Prince to be my maik. Ask on, he fayes, how that may be, I have devifea one for thee. She fayes, they call him Diffawar , I afk no more at you, Father. That alking I to tell thee plain, Is not befitting for thy train: For he is but a Batcheller, For ought that I do know or hear: We know of none he is become, But this man is a great Kings son ; Therefore ye fhall let fuch things be, For it becomes not you nor me, That we the Kings fon fhould forbear, And 700 705 710 715 Digitized by Tooele Rqfwall and Lillian . And match you with a Batcheller: To me it were a great defame, And alfe to you a very fhame: • 720 Therefore I counfell you forbear, And wed yon Prince withoutten peer. And then fhe paft the Kirk untill, And married him fore againft her will; And when the marriage was done, 725 She paft unto her chamber foon, And mourned there till dinner time, That fhe was brought to hall to dine: The King was fet and eke the Queen, The faid Prince and Lillian sheen: 780 Then every Lord and gentle Knight Marched with a Lady bright: The Courfes came abundantlie, With bread and wine in great plenty, At mid’ft of dinner as they fat, 735 In came the three Lords at the gate: They did falute the King and Queen, And eke fair Lady Lillian f heen: But the Bride-groom that fate near by, To him they made no courtefie. 740 The King thereat great marvell had, That they to him no reverence made: And faid, Why do you not relign Homage to your Prince and King ? They faid, By Him that us dear bought, 745 Into the hall we fee him nought: Then all the hall they iookea round, At laft him in a chamber found; And then they kneeled down in hy, Saluting him right reverently, 750 C And Digitized by Tooele • The Hiftory of And by the hand they have him tane. Then marvelled in hall ilk ane: The King wondered and eke the Queen, But blyth was Lady Lillian . They aid enquire how it befell, 755 So he the manner did them tell, How that he thought him for to drown, And in the River caft him down: And how his gold from him took he, And letters, to let him go free: 760 How he made him an oath to take, Which will turn to his fhame and lack, That I a fervant fo f hould be To him my Father fent with me; The which he could not well deny, 765 But granted all right haftily. Then RqfwaU told unto the King All the manner of the Jufting, And fhewed to him that it was he, Who won the Jufting dayes three. 770 And then they took the Steward foon. And hanged nim high afterrioon. Then to the Kirk they paffed there. And married him ahd Lillian fair. There is no tongue on earth can tell 775 The joy that then had Rofzcall: And wit ye well if he was fain, Fainer was Lady Lillian . For blyther was not Meledas , When as fhe married Claudios, 780 Nor Belfant that moft pleafant flower, When fhe got Ronald to paramour, As was this Lady Lillian : Digitized by Google RofwaU and Lillians In, heart fhe was right wonder fain. They ate the fpice, and drank the wine, 785 And paft into their dancing fyne: The King danced with the Queen, Then RofwaU and Lillian f heen : Every Lord and gentle Knight . Danced with a Lady bright: 790 They danced there till fupper time, So paft unto their fupper fyne: There was no Knight, the truth to tell, That at his fupper fure fo well: When that the fupper ended was, 795 A Bifhop rofe ana faid the grace, And fyne they paft to the dancing. The Minftrels play’d with pieafant fpring ; Rofwall danced with the Queen, The King himfelf with LUHan: 800 Then every Lord and gentle Knight Danced with a Lady bright, The Minftrels played with good will, Till they had aanced all their fill: They ate the fpice, they drank the wine, 805 Unto their beefs they paffed fyne. RofwaU and Lillian gfad Firft are they gone unto their bed: But what they did I cannot fay, I wot they fleeped not till day. 810 The Bridal lafted twenty dayes, With dancing, carols, and many playes. With Jufting and with Tomament. Then for the old wife he fent, And to the King the manner told, 815 How fhe did in her houfe him hold, And Digitized by Tooele The Hiftory of And fent him to fchool with her fon, And how the Mafter treated him: How the Steward did him perceive, And from the wife did him receive, And loved him even as his fon, In fervice to remain with him. The King did marvell much again To hear thir tidings fo certain. Then RofwaU rewarded foon All that ever him good had done: Firft he gave to the old wife Gold that lafted all her life, And then without delay anone He made a Bifhop of her fon : The Mafter that did him inftruct His own Chapland he did him make. RofwaU and Lillian free, Had five bairns fickerlie, Three fons and two daughters dear Right fair they were withoutten peer: The eldeft fon was King of Realm The fecond fell to Naples Realm, The third fon King of Bane was made, When that the King thereof was dead :• The eldeft daughter fell a chance, Married the Daulphin of France The fecond on the Prince of Pail . We pray to him that vanquifht hell. And for us dyed on a tree To grant us heaven, Amen, fay ye. FINIS. 820 825 830 835 840 845 -<a Digitized by Tooele Digitized by Google Digitized by Digitized by Google Digitized by AUG.'2 2 1927 Digitized by Go >le