And at her window, shrieking thrice, Too well the love-lorn maiden knew 'I hear a voice, you cannot hear, By a false heart, and broken vows, Am I to blame because his bride Is thrice as rich as I? Ah Colin! give not her thy vows; Vows due to me alone: Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, To-morrow in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare; But know, fond maid, and know, false man, That Lucy will be there. Then bear my corse; ye comrades, bear, The bridegroom blithe to meet; He in his wedding-trim so gay, I in my winding-sheet.' 35 40 She spoke, she dy'd;-her corse was borne, 45 50 55 60 He in his wedding trim so gay, She in her winding-sheet. Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts? The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead, Confusion, shame, remorse, despair At once his bosom swell: The damps of death bedew'd his brow, From the vain bride (ah bride no more!) When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, Then to his Lucy's new-made grave, One mould with her, beneath one sod, For ever now remains. Oft at their grave the constant hind With garlands gay, and true-love knots But, swain forsworn, whoe'er thou art, Remember Colin's dreadful fate, And fear to meet him there. XVIII. THE BOY AND THE MANTLE, AS REVISED AND ALTERED BY A MODERN HAND. Mr. Wharton in his ingenious Observations on Spenser, has given his opinion, that the fiction of the Boy and the Mantle is taken from an old French piece entitled 'Le court Mantel' quoted by M. de St. Palaye in his curious Memoires sur l'ancienne Chevalerie,' Paris, 1759, 2 tom. 12mo, who tells us the story resembles that of Ariosto's enchanted cup. 'Tis possible our English poet may have taken the hint of this subject from that old French Romance, but he does not appear to have copied it in the manner of execution to which (if one may judge from the specimen given in the Memoires) that of the ballad does not bear the least resemblance. After all, 'tis most likely that all the old stories concerning K. Arthur are originally of British growth, and that what the French and other southern nations have of this kind, were at first exported from this island. See Memoires de l'Acad. des Inscrip. tom. xx. p. 352. [Since this volume was printed off, the Fabliaux ou Contes' 1781, 5 tom. 12mo, of M. Le Grand, have come to hand: and in tom. I. p. 54 he hath printed a modern version of the old tale 'Le Court Mantel,' under a new title, 'Le Manteau maltaillé;' which contains the story of this ballad much enlarged, so far as regards the mantle; but without any mention of the knife, or the horn. Addit. Note Ed. 1794.] IN Carleile dwelt king Arthur, A prince of passing might; And there maintain'd his table round, Beset with many a knight. And there he kept his Christmas With mirth and princely cheare, When, lo! a straunge and cunning boy 5 A kirtle, and a mantle This boy had him upon, With brooches, rings, and owches Full daintily bedone. 10 He had a sarke of silk About his middle meet; And thus, with seemely curtesy, 'God speed thee, brave king Arthur, Ye gallant lords, and lordings, Lest, what ye deem a blooming rose Then straitway from his bosome And with it eke a mantle Of wondrous shape, and hew. Now have thou here, king Arthur, Have this here of mee, And give unto thy comely queen, No wife it shall become, That once hath been to blame.' Then every knight in Arthur's court Slye glaunced at his dame. And first came lady Guenever, The mantle she must trye. This dame, she was new-fangled, And of a roving eye. 30 35 40 When she had tane the mantle, One while it was too long, Another while too short, And wrinkled on her shoulders Now green, now red it seemed, Then all of sable hue. 'Beshrew me,' quoth king Arthur, 'I think thou beest not true.' 45 50 Down she threw the mantle, To her chamber flung away. She curst the whoreson weaver, That had the mantle wrought: And doubly curst the froward impe, Who thither had it brought. 'I had rather live in deserts Than here, base king, among thy groomes, Sir Kay call'd forth his lady, And bade her to come near: 'Yet dame, if thou be guilty, I pray thee now forbear.' 55 60 65 |