Saye, wouldst thou have thy master dead, All for a sword that wins thine eye: The duke, all shent with this rebuke, 165 No aunswere made unto the kinge: And threwe it far as he coulde flinge. A hande and an arme did meete the sworde, 170 All sore astonied stood the duke; He stood as still, as still mote bee: But he was gone from under the tree. But to what place he cold not tell, For never after hee did him spye: 175 But hee sawe a barge goe from the land, 180 And whether the kinge were there, or not, For from that sad and direfulle daye, V. 178, see. MS. 3 Not unlike that passage in Virgil: Summoque ulularunt vertice nymphæ. Ladies was the word our English writers used for nymphs: as in the following lines of an old song in the Editor's folio MS. "When scorching Phoebus he did mount, Then Lady Venus went to hunt: To whom Diana did resort, With all the Ladyes of hills, and valleys, V. The Legend of King Arthur. We have here a short summary of King Arthur's history as given by Jeff. of Monmouth and the old Chronicles, with the addition of a few circumstances from the romance Morte Arthur. The ancient chronicle of Ger. de Leew (quoted above in p. 55), seems to have been chiefly followed: upon the authority of which we have restored some of the names which were corrupted in the MS. and have transposed one stanza, which appeared to be misplaced [viz. that beginning at v. 49, which in the MS. followed v. 36]. Printed from the Editor's ancient folio MS. OF Brutus' blood, in Brittaine borne, Through Christendome, and Heathynesse, In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve: I am a christyan bore: 5 V. 9, He began his reign A. D. 515, according to the Chronicles. 15 Who for their deeds and martiall feates, Amongst all other nations Wer feared through the world. And in the castle off Tyntagill And when I was fifteen yeere old, All Brittaine that was att an upròre; And drove the Saxons from the realme, All Scotland then throughe manly feates Ireland, Denmarke, Norwaye, I conquered all Gallya, That now is called France; And slew the hardye Froll in feild My honor to advance. And the ugly gyant Dynabus Soe terrible to vewe, That in Saint Barnards mount did lye, By force of armes I slew: V. 23. She is named Igerna in the old Chronicles. V. 24, his. MS. V. 39, Froland field. MS. Froll, according to the Chronicles, was a Roman knight, governor of Gaul. V. 41, Danibus. MS. E And Lucyus the emperour of Rome Five kinges of 'paynims' I did kill Besides the Grecian emperour Who alsoe lost his liffe. Whose carcasse I did send to Rome Cladd poorlye on a beere; And afterward I past Mount-Joye 55 The next approaching yeere. Then I came to Rome, where I was mett Right as a conquerour, And by all the cardinalls solempnelye I was crowned an emperour. One winter there I made abode: 60 Then word to mee was brought Howe Mordred had oppressd the crowne: For there my nephew sir Gawaine dyed, V. 49, of Pavye. MS. 70 |