Chapter V: Act 3: , Scene 3, Dyce, VII, 364. The name Diverus is preserved in #C#, (4)

39
'And you shal be a harper, brother,
Out of the north countrye,
And Ile be your boy, soe faine of fighte,
And beare your harpe by your knee.

40
'And you shal be the best harper
That ever tooke harpe in hand,
And I wil be the best singer
That ever sung in this lande.

41
'Itt shal be written in our forheads,
All and in grammarye,
That we towe are the boldest men
That are in all Christentye.'

42
And thus they renisht them to ryde,
Of tow good renisht steedes,
And when they came to King Adlands hall,
Of redd gold shone their weedes.

43
And whan the came to Kyng Adlands hall
Untill the fayre hall-yate,
There they found a proud porter,
Rearing himselfe thereatt.

44
Sayes, Christ thee save, thou proud porter,
Sayes, Christ thee save and see:
'Nowe you be welcome,' sayd the porter,
'Of what land soever ye bee.'

45
'Wee beene harpers,' sayd Adler Younge,
'Come out of the northe countrye;
Wee beene come hither untill this place
This proud weddinge for to see.'

46
Sayd, And your color were white and redd,
As it is blacke and browne,
I wold saye King Estmere and his brother
Were comen untill this towne.

47
Then they pulled out a ryng of gold,
Layd itt on the porters arme:
'And ever we will thee, proud porter,
Thow wilt saye us no harme.'

48
Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere,
And sore he handled the ryng,
Then opened to them the fayre hall-yates,
He lett for no kind of thyng.

49
Kyng Estmere he stabled his steede
Soe fayre att the hall-bord;
The froth that came from his brydle bitte
Light in Kyng Bremors beard.

50
Saies, Stable thy steed, thou proud harper,
Saies, Stable him in the stalle;
It doth not beseeme a proud harper
To stable his steed in a kyngs halle.

51
'My ladde he is so lither,' he said,
'He will doe nought that's meete;
And is there any man in this hall
Were able him to beate?'

52
'Thou speakst proud words,' sayes the king of Spaine,
'Thou harper, here to mee;
There is a man within this halle
Will beate thy ladd and thee.'

53
'O let that man come downe,' he said,
'A sight of him wold I see;
And when hee hath beaten well my ladd,
Then he shall beate of mee.'

54
Downe then came the kemperye man,
And looked him in the eare;
For all the gold that was under heaven,
He durst not neigh him neare.

55
'And how nowe, kempe,' said the kyng of Spaine,
'And how, what aileth thee?'
He saies, It is writt in his forhead,
All and in gramarye,
That for all the gold that is under heaven,
I dare not neigh him nye.

56
Then Kyng Estmere pulld forth his harpe,
And plaid a pretty thinge;
The ladye upstart from the borde,
And wold have gone from the king.

57
'Stay thy harpe, thou proud harper,
For Gods love I pray thee;
For and thou playes as thou beginns,
Thou'lt till my bryde from mee.'

58
He stroake upon his harpe againe,
And playd a pretty thinge;
The ladye lough a loud laughter,
As shee sate by the king.

59
Saies, Sell me thy harpe, thou proud harper,
And thy stringës all;
For as many gold nobles thou shalt have
As heere bee ringes in the hall.'

60
'What wold ye doe with my harpe,' he sayd,
'If I did sell itt yee?'
'To playe my wiffe and me a fitt,
When abed together wee bee.'

61
'Now sell me,' quoth hee, 'thy bryde soe gay,
As shee sitts by thy knee;
And as many gold nobles I will give
As leaves been on a tree.'

62
'And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay,
Iff I did sell her thee?
More seemelye it is for her fayre bodye
To lye by mee then thee.'

63
Hee played agayne both loud and shrille,
And Adler he did syng,
'O ladye, this is thy owne true love,
Noe harper, but a kyng.

64
'O ladye, this is thy owne true love,
As playnlye thou mayest see,
And Ile rid thee of that foule paynim
Who partes thy love and thee.'

65
The ladye looked, the ladye blushte,
And blushte and lookt agayne,
While Adler he hath drawne his brande,
And hath the sowdan slayne.

66
Up then rose the kemperye men,
And loud they gan to crye:
'Ah! traytors, yee have slayne our kyng,
And therefore yee shall dye.'

67
Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde,
And swith he drew his brand,
And Estmere he and Adler Yonge
Right stiffe in stour can stand.

68
And aye their swordes soe sore can byte,
Throughe help of gramarye,
That soone they have slayne the kempery men,
Or forst them forth to flee.

69
Kyng Estmere tooke that fayre ladye,
And marryed her to his wiffe,
And brought her home to merry England,
With her to leade his life.

* * * * *

#a.#

_Readings of the manuscript, cited in Percy's notes, have
been restored._

1^4. _Percy prints_ y-were.

13^2. _misprinted_ 'leeve thon.

34^2. shall ryde; _so_ #b.# _Compare 35^2, where ~rise~
is said to be the reading of the MS._

42^2. On tow good renish. _Compare 8^2._

59^3, _~thou shalt have~,_

60^1, _~he sayd~, are acknowledged changes, or additions,
of Percy's._

63. "Some liberties have been taken in the following
stanzas; but wherever this edition differs from the
preceding, it hath been brought nearer to the folio MS."
_Percy's note._

68^1. can fyte.

#b.#

5^4. _Omits_ my.

6^4. Betweene us two.

8^3. they came.

9^2. yate.

10^2. thee save.

10^4. unto.

12^4. _~And~ wanting: ~I feare~._

15^1. yeare.

15^2. Syth.

15^3. downe once.

16^5. eke as.

16^6. To waite.

17^2. Hunge.

18^{1, 2}. Christ you save.

18^3. Sayes.

19^4. may bee.

21^3. And ever I feare that paynim kyng.

22^3. of that foule paynim.

26^4. many a.

27^2, 32^2. grimme barone.

28^1. Then shee sent after.

28^3. returne and.

33^1. That ladye.

34^3. Which waye we best may turne.

34^4. To save this fayre.

37^1. groweth.

42^2. On towe good renish; _so_ #a.#

46^3. Ild saye.

49^1. he light off.

49^2. Up att the fayre hall.

49^4. Light on.

50^1. Stable thou.

50^2. Goe stable.

50^4. To stable him.

51^3. And aye that I cold but find the man.

52^1. sayd the Paynim kyng.

52^4. That will.

55^3. written.

56.
Kyng Estmere then pulled forth his harpe,
And playd thereon so sweete;
Upstarte the ladye from the kynge,
As hee sate at the meate.

57.
'Nowe stay thy harpe, thou proud harper,
Now stay thy harpe, I say;
For an thou playest as thou beginnest,
Thou'lt till my bride awaye.'

58.
He strucke upon his harpe agayne,
And playd both fayre and free;
The ladye was so pleasde theratt
She laught loud laughters three.

59.
'Nowe sell me thy harpe,' sayd the kyng of Spayne,
'Thy harpe and stryngs eche one,
And as many gold nobles thou shalt have
As there be stryngs thereon.'

60^1. And what.

61.
'Now sell me,' syr kyng, 'thy bryde soe gay,
As shee sitts laced in pall,
And as many gold nobles I will give
As there be rings in the hall.'

62^2. her yee.

65^4. hath Sir Bremor slayne.

68^1. can byte.

[58] "The editor... must plead guilty to the charge of concealing his own share in the amendments under some such general title as a Modern Copy, or the like:" Reliques, 1794, I, xvii. See, further, 'The Rising in the North' and 'Northumberland betrayed by Douglas,' in the same volume, pp 288, 297.

[59] We have _paynim_ four times in the first edition, and only twice in the fourth. _And ever I feare that paynim king_, #b# 21^3, gives place to _I cannot blame him if he doe_. _Laught loud laughters three_, #b# 58^4, was not (as who needs to be told?) the reading of the folio; but was _lough a loud laughter_ the reading of the folio?

The statement that 'King Estmere' was "unfortunately torn out in sending the... piece to the press" is far from intelligible. Since readings were given from the manuscript in the fourth edition for the first time, one would suppose that the original was still in the editor's hands when that edition was prepared. But the three leaves from the manuscript would have been much less convenient to send to the press than the copy already three times printed in the Reliques; and Percy himself pleads in excuse for his taking out leaves from the manuscript, to save the trouble of transcribing, that he was very young, and "had not then learnt to reverence it." The readings from the manuscript, which first appear in the fourth edition, may possibly be from notes; one would hope that Percy would not trust his memory after the lapse of thirty years. Hales and Furnivall, I, lxxiv, II, 200; also II, 600 ff, where the texts of the first and of the fourth edition are printed in parallel columns.

[60] Grundtvig, No 11, #A-F#, I, 159-69, IV, 715, and Kristensen, I, 246, No 93; Swedish, #A#, Arwidsson, II, 445, #B-E#, Grundtvig, IV, 720-22; Norwegian, Landstad, No 8; Icelandic, 'Ormars rímur,' in an abstract, Grundtvig, III, 775-77.

[61] Derived from the Färöe ballad, 'Arngríms synir,' Hammershaimb, Færöiske Kvæder, p. 15, No 3; Hervarar saga, Örvar-Odds saga, Fornaldar Sögur, I, 411, II, 161, 504; etc. The pertinent chapters of the Hervarar saga are translated by Prior, I, 194, and 'Child Orm and the Berm Giant,' in the same volume, p. 132; the ballad also in the London Magazine, 1821, IV, 415, and by George Borrow, in Targum, or Metrical Translations from Thirty Languages and Dialects, St Petersburg, 1835, p. 59 (Grundtvig).

[62] I, 384; translated by Prior, I, 297.

[63] Grundtvig's Gamle Folkeviser, IV, 704-712.

[64] Esmer, or something similar, is, as Grundtvig remarks, I, 236, a name of rather frequent occurrence. King Esmer is one of King Diderik's champions; Grundtvig, I, 78. Esmère is a name in Le dit de Flourence de Romme, Jubinal, Nouveau Recueil de Contes, etc., I, 93; Esmerés, or Essmer, in the Knight of the Swan, Reiffenberg and Borgnet, Le Chevalier au Cygne, III, 533, Grimm, Deutsche Sagen, II, 302. It may be added, though the fact certainly appears to be of but slight moment, that there is a King Easter, with a King Wester, in the ballad of 'Fause Foodrage,' and these are called in one version (Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. lix) the Eastmure King and the Westmure King. The fifteenth tale enumerated in The Complaint of Scotland is How the King of Estmure land married the King's daughter of Westmure land.

61

SIR CAWLINE

Percy MS., p. 368; Hales and Furnivall, III, 3.

The copy of this ballad in the Percy manuscript, the only one known to exist, shows very great carelessness on the part of the transcriber, or of some predecessor. It begins with these two stanzas, which manifestly belong to an historical ballad, and have only a verbal connection with what follows:

Jesus, lord mickle of might,
_Th_at dyed ffor us on the roode,
To maintaine vs in all our right[65]
_Th_at loues true English blood.

Ffor by a k_nigh_t I say my song,
Was bold and ffull hardye;
S_i_r Robert Briuse wold fforth to ffight,
In-to Ireland ouer the sea.

There is a large omission after the 125th verse (the 28th stanza as here printed), though the writing is continuous. There are also several difficult or unintelligible passages, even more than are usually met with in this manuscript.

As published in the Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, I, 35, ed. 1765, I, 41, ed. 1794, 'Sir Cawline' is extended to nearly twice the amount of what is found in the manuscript, and a tragical turn is forced upon the story.

I have said that the copy of 'Sir Cawline' in the Percy manuscript is the only one known. There are nevertheless two Scottish ballads, one hitherto unpublished and one printed by Buchan, which narrate Sir Colvin's winning the king's daughter by vanquishing the elritch knight. These, I conceive, however, to be simple rifacimenti of the ballad in Percy's Reliques. They will be given in an appendix.

'Sir Cawline' may possibly be formed upon a romance in stanzas[66] which itself was composed from earlier ballads. There are two adventures in the ballad, one with an elritch knight, and a second with a five-headed giant who is at the same time a hend soldan, and there seem to be traces of another in the now unintelligible twenty-ninth stanza. The first adventure, though not of the same commonplace description as the second, is still by no means unique. We are immediately reminded of the beautiful romance of Eger, Grime and Gray-Steel: how Gray-Steel kept a forbidden country beyond seven days of wilderness, and how Grime slew the up to that time unmatched Gray-Steel with the sword Erkyin [Egeking], brought from beyond the Greekës sea, and cut off his hand, with fingers thrice a common man's size, and on every finger a gay gold ring.[67] Gray-Steel, to be sure, is pictured rather as a giant than an elf, but still gives the impression of something out of the ordinary, as having perhaps lost an elritch character in the course of tradition. The elritch knight in our ballad haunts the moors, far from any good town, like Grendel, who held the moors and fens, but there is only a hint of that supernatural terror which attends the awful "march-stepper" in Beówulf. Gervase of Tilbury has a story of an ancient entrenchment in the bishopric of Ely, where anybody could have a passage at arms with an unearthly warrior, by moonlight only, by simply calling out, "Come, knight, and meet knight."[68] Scott has introduced a spectral combat of this sort into his Marmion, Canto III, xxiii-xxv, and in a note (4) cites a similar encounter from Heywood's Hierarchy of Blessed Angels. He adds that a forest in the North Highlands is believed to be haunted by a martial spirit called Lham-dearg, or Bloody Hand, who insists on all whom he meets doing battle with him. Villemarqué has a tale like that of Gervasius, Les Romans de la Table Ronde, etc., 1860, p. 392 f (Liebrecht). These combatants and combats are rather shadowy compared with Grendel, Gray-Steel, our Elritch King, and an encounter with them.

'Liden Grimmer og Hjelmer Kamp,' a ballad of the 'Orm Ungersvend' class, Grundtvig, No 26 (I, 352, from manuscripts of the 16th and the 17th century, IV, 762, from recent tradition), has the same remote and general resemblance to 'Sir Cawline' that 'Orm Ungersvend' has to 'King Estmere,' the points of agreement permitting the supposition of a far-off connection, or of no connection at all.[69] In Danish #A#, Grimmer, a young man who never went to a dance except with a drawn sword in his hand or sat down to table out of his corselet, sails to the heathen-king's land and asks him for his daughter. The king tells him that he will not get the fair maid unless he fights with Hjelmer Kamp and wins. The king's daughter, who is as favorably inclined to Grimmer as King Adland's daughter is to Estmere (and King Ardine's daughter to Adler), though in neither case has there been a previous meeting, tells him that no man ever came back from a fight with Hjelmer, and that Grimmer is far from understanding her father, who really wishes his death. Grimmer is not at all daunted, and so the lady gives him a sword with which he is sure to prevail. Thus equipped he makes sail for Hjelmer Kamp, who receives him with contemptuous remarks upon his size, but is presently cut to bits. Stopping only long enough to make boot of Hjelmer's gold, Grimmer returns to the heathen-king's court, and receives the princess in marriage. The resemblance of the Danish ballad is to be found in Cawline's second adventure, that with the giant, where the elritch sword represents the invincible weapon bestowed by the princess. In Danish #B# a coat of mail goes with the sword, "som icke skal suerd paa bide." This coat is like Estmere's after Adler has brought his magic to bear, and Cawline's fight with the giant, Estmere's with Bremor, and Hjelmer's with the kemp have all an obvious similitude.

Two verbal peculiarities in this ballad will not fail to be remarked: a superfluous _and_, 7^4, without and a good leedginge, 8^3, and take you doe and the baken bread, 27^1, and hee tooke then vp and that eldryge sword, 39^1, but take you doo and your lands broad, and again 26^1(?); _for_ used, apparently, in the sense of _but_ (as in "for and a shrouding sheet"), 11^3, ffor if you wold comfort me with a kisse, 13^3, ffor some deeds of armes ffaine wold I doe, 22^5, ffor they tooke and two good swords; in this last we have the superfluous _and_ again. These were, perhaps, only tricks of some ballad-singer, eking out his measure with half-articulated syllables.[70]

* * * * *

Percy's ballad is translated by Bodmer, I, 134, and by Bothe, p. 25; Buchan's by Gerhard, p. 32.

* * * * * * *

1
And in _tha_t land dwells a king
W_hi_ch does beare the bell ouer all,
And w_i_th him there dwelled a curteous k_nigh_t,
S_i_r Cawline men him call.

2
And he hath a ladye to his daughter,
Of ffashyon shee hath noe peere;
K_night_s and lordes they woed her both,
Trusted to haue beene her feere.

3
S_i_r Cawline loues her best of onë,
But nothing durst hee say
To discreeue his councell to noe man,
But deerlye loued this may.

4
Till itt beffell vpon a day,
Great dill to him was dight;
The maydens loue remoued his mind,
To care-bed went the knight.

5
And one while he spread his armes him ffroe,
And cryed soe pittyouslye:
'Ffor the maydens loue _tha_t I haue most minde
This day may comfort mee,
Or else ere noone I shalbe dead!'
Thus can S_i_r Cawline say.

6
When our p_ar_ish masse _tha_t itt was done,
And our king was bowne to dine,
He sayes, Where is S_i_r Cawline,
_Tha_t was wont to serue me with ale and wine?

7
But then answered a curteous k_nigh_t,
Ffast his hands wringinge:
'S_ir_ Cawline's sicke, and like to be dead
W_i_thout and a good leedginge.'

8
'Ffeitch yee downe my daughter deere,
Shee is a leeche ffull ffine;
I, and take you doe and the baken bread,
And drinke he on the wine soe red,
And looke no daynti is ffor him to deare,
For ffull loth I wold him tine.'

9
This ladye is gone to his chamber,
Her maydens ffollowing nye;
'O well,' shee sayth, 'how doth my lord?'
'O sicke!' againe saith hee.

10
'I, but rise vp wightlye, man, for shame!
Neuer lye here soe cowardlye!
Itt is told in my ffathers hall,
Ffor my loue you will dye.'

11
'Itt is ffor yo_u_r loue, ffayre ladye,
_Tha_t all this dill I drye;
Ffor if you wold comfort me w_i_th a kisse,
Then were I brought ffrom bale to blisse,
Noe longer here wold I lye.'

12
'Alas! soe well you know, S_i_r k_nigh_t,'
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

13
. . . . . . .
I cannott bee yo_u_r peere:
'Ffor some deeds of armes ffaine wold I doe,
To be yo_u_r bacheeleere.'

14
'Vpon Eldrige Hill there growes a thorne,
Vpon the mores brodinge;
And wold you, s_i_r knight, wake there all night
To day of the other morninge?

15
'Ffor the eldrige k_ing_, _tha_t is mickle of might,
Will examine you beforne;
And there was neuer man _tha_t bare his liffe away
Since the day _tha_t I was borne.'

16
'But I will ffor yo_u_r sake, ffaire ladye,
Walke on the bents [soe] browne,
And Ile either bring you a readye token,
Or Ile neuer come to you againe.'

17
But this ladye is gone to her chamber,
Her maydens ffollowing bright,
And S_i_r Cawlin's gone to the mores soe broad,
Ffor to wake there all night.

18
Vnto midnight [that] the moone did rise,
He walked vp and downe,
And a lightsome bugle then heard he blow.
Ouer the bents soe browne;
Saies hee, And if cryance come vntill my hart,
I am ffarr ffrom any good towne.

19
And he spyed, ene a litle him by,
A ffuryous king and a ffell,
And a ladye bright his brydle led,
_Tha_t seemlye itt was to see.

20
And soe fast hee called vpon S_i_r Cawline,
Oh man, I redd the fflye!
Ffor if cryance come vntill thy hart,
I am a-feard least thou mun dye.

21
He sayes, [No] cryance comes to my hart,
Nor ifaith I ffeare not thee;
Ffor because thou minged not Christ before,
Thee lesse me dreadeth thee.

22
But S_i_r Cawline he shooke a speare;
The k_ing_ was bold, and abode;
And the timber these two children bore
Soe soone in sunder slode;
Ffor they tooke and two good swords,
And they layden on good loade.

23
But the elridge k_ing_ was mickle of might,
And stiffly to the ground did stand;
But S_i_r Cawline, with an aukeward stroke,
He brought ffrom him his hand,
I, and fflying ouer his head soe hye,
[It] ffell downe of that lay land.

24
And his lady stood a litle thereby,
Ffast ringing her hands:
'For the maydens loue _tha_t you haue most minde,
Smyte you my lo_r_d no more.

25
'And hees neu_er_ come vpon Eldrige [Hill],
Him to sport, gamon, or play,
And to meete noe man of middle-earth
And _tha_t liues on Christs his lay.'

26
But he then vp and _tha_t eldryge k_ing_,
Sett him in his sadle againe,
And _tha_t eldryge k_ing_ and his ladye
To their castle are they gone.

27
And hee tooke then vp and _tha_t eldryge sword,
As hard as any fflynt,
And soe he did those ringes fiue,
Harder then ffyer, and brent.

28
Ffirst he p_re_sented to the k_ing_s daughter
The hand, and then the sword,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

* * * * * * *

29
'But a serre buffett you haue him giuen,
The k_ing_ and the crowne,' shee sayd:
'I, but four and _th_irty stripes
Comen beside the rood.'

30
And a gyant that was both stiffe [and] strong,
He lope now them amonge,
And vpon his squier fiue heads he bare,
Vnmackley made was hee.

31
And he dranke then on the k_ing_s wine,
And hee put the cup in his sleeue,
And all thé trembled and were wan,
Ffor feare he shold them greeffe.

32
'Ile tell thee mine arrand, k_ing_,' he sayes,
'Mine errand what I doe heere;
Ffor I will bren thy temples hye,
Or Ile haue thy daughter deere;
I, or else vpon yond more soe brood
Thou shalt ffind mee a ppeare.'

33
The k_ing_ he turned him round about,
Lo_rd_, in his heart he was woe!
Says, Is there noe k_nigh_t of the Round Table
This matter will vndergoe?

34
'I, and hee shall haue my broad lands,
And keepe them well his liue;
I, and soe hee shall my daughter deere,
To be his weded wiffe.'

35
And then stood vp S_i_r Cawline,
His owne errand ffor to say:
'Ifaith, I wold to God, S_i_r,' sayd S_i_r Cawline,
'_Tha_t soldan I will assay.

36
'Goe ffeitch me downe my eldrige sword,
Ffor I woone itt att ffray:'
'But away, away!' sayd the hend soldan,
'Thou tarryest mee here all day!'

37
But the hend soldan and S_i_r Cawline
Thé ffought a sum_m_ers day;
Now has hee slaine _tha_t hend soldan,
And brought his fiue heads away.

38
And the k_ing_ has betaken him his broade lands,
And all his venison;
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

39
'But take you doo and yo_u_r lands [soe] broad,
And brooke them well yo_u_r liffe;
Ffor you p_ro_mised mee yo_u_r daughter deere,
To be my weded wiffe.'

40
'Now by my ffaith,' then sayes our k_ing_,
'Ffor _tha_t wee will not striffe,
Ffor thou shalt haue my daughter dere,
To be thy weded wiffe.'

41
The other morninge S_i_r Cawline rose
By the dawning of the day,
And vntill a garden did he goe
His mattins ffor to say;
And _tha_t bespyed a ffalse steward,
A shames death _tha_t he might dye!

42
And he lett a lyon out of a bande,
S_i_r Cawline ffor to teare;
And he had noe wepon him vpon,
Nor noe wepon did weare.

43
But hee tooke then his mantle of greene,
Into the lyons mouth itt thrust;
He held the lyon soe sore to the wall
Till the lyons hart did burst.

44
And the watchmen cryed vpon the walls
And sayd, 'S_i_r Cawline's slaine!
And with a beast is not ffull litle,
A lyon of mickle mayne:'
Then the k_ing_s daughter shee ffell downe,
'For peerlesse is my payne!'

45
'O peace, my lady!' sayes S_i_r Cawline,
'I haue bought thy loue ffull deere;
O peace, my lady!' sayes S_i_r Cawline,
'Peace, lady, ffor I am heere!'

46
Then he did marry this k_ing_s daughter,
W_i_th gold and siluer bright,
And fiftene sonnes this ladye beere
To S_i_r Cawline the knight.

* * * * *

_The first two stanzas of the MS. have been omitted, as
belonging to another ballad._

1^2. ouer all does beare the bell.

1^4. men call him S_i_r Cawline.

2^4. her peere.

3^4. this mayd.

5^5. _Only half the second ~n~ of ~noone~ in the MS.
Furnivall._

7^2. wringinge his hands.

8^4. and eene on: _MS. ~edne~? Furnivall. I feel no
confidence in the emendation._

8^5. no daytinesse.

8^6. teene.

10^2. lye soe cowardlye here.

11^5. _MS. ~now~? Furnivall._

12^1, 13^{2, 3, 4} _make a stanza in the MS._

18^1. they Moone.

22^{3, 5}. 2.

23^4. him ffrom.

23^6. _There may be a bold ellipsis of_ It.

24^8. for they... most meed: _cf._ 5^3.

25^1. heest.

27^3. 5.

28^2. they hand... they sword.

29^1. serrett buffett.

29^3. 34.

30^3. 5.

32^6. in or.

32^6. mee appeare.

37^4. 5.

39^1. you too.

46^3. 15.