No: 18; variant: 18A
- SIR EGRABELL had sonnes three,
Blow thy horne, good hunter
Sir Lyonell was one of these.
As I am a gentle hunter
- Sir Lyonell wold on hunting ryde,
Vntill the forrest him beside.
- And as he rode thorrow the wood,
Where trees and harts and all were good,
- And as he rode over the plaine,
There he saw a knight lay slaine.
- And as he rode still on the plaine,
He saw a lady sitt in a graine.
- ‘Say thou, lady, and tell thou me,
What blood shedd heere has bee.’
- ‘Of this blood shedd we may all rew,
Both wife and childe and man alsoe.
- ‘For it is not past 3 days right
Since Sir Broninge was mad a knight.
- ‘Nor it is not more than 3 dayes agoe
Since the wild bore did him sloe.’
- ‘Say thou, lady, and tell thou mee,
How long thou wilt sitt in that tree.’
- She said, ‘I will sitt in this tree
Till my friends doe feitch me.’
- ‘Tell me, lady, and doe not misse,
Where that your friends dwellings is.’
- ‘Downe,’ shee said, ‘in yonder towne,
There dwells my freinds of great renowne.’
- Says, ‘Lady, Ile ryde into yonder towne
And see wether your friends beene bowne.
- ‘I my self wilbe the formost man
That shall come, lady, to feitch you home.’
- But as he rode then by the way,
He thought it shame to goe away;
- And vmbethought him of a wile,
How he might that wilde bore beguile.
- ‘Sir Egrabell,’ he said, ‘My father was;
He neuer left lady in such a case;
- ‘Noe more will I’ . . .
- ‘And a[fter] that thou shalt doe mee
Thy hawkes and thy lease alsoe.
- ‘Soe shalt thou doe at my command
The litle fingar on thy right hand.’
- ‘Ere I wold leaue all this with thee,
Vpoon this ground I rather dyee.’
- The gyant gaue Sir Lyonell such a blow,
The fyer out of his eyen did throw.
- He said then, ‘if I were saffe and sound,
As with-in this hower I was in the ground,
- ‘It shold be in the next towne told
How deare thy buffett it was sold;
- ‘And it shold haue beene in the next towne said
How well thy buffett it were paid.’
- ‘Take 40 daies into spite,
To heale thy wounds that beene soe wide.
- ‘When 40 dayes beene at an end,
Heere meete thou me both safe and sound.
- And till thou come to me againe,
With me thoust leaue thy lady alone.’
- When 40 dayes was at an end,
Sir Lyonell of his wounds was healed sound.
- He tooke with him a litle page,
He gaue to him good yeomans wage.
- And as he rode by one hawthorne,
Even there did hang his hunting horne.
- He sett his bugle to his mouth,
And blew his bugle still full south.
- He blew his bugle lowde and shrill;
The lady heard, and came him till.
- Sayes, ‘The gyant lyes vnder yond low,
And well he heares your bugle blow.
- ‘And bidds me of good cheere be,
This night heele supp with you and me.’
- Hee sett that lady vppon a steede,
And a litle boy before her yeede.
- And said, ‘lady, if you see that I must dye,
As euer you loued me, from me flye.
- ‘But, lady, if you see that I must liue,’