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Make We Merry More and Less

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Jane Bliss
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Douglas Gray

Chapter 3

Romances

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  • 1 For example, the story of Apollonius of Tyre. Similar ‘romance-type’ tales are found aroun (...)

The romance is one of the most important and distinctive literary forms in the Middle Ages. ‘Romance’ is a French word, and as a literary form it developed in French courts and literary circles; although the antecedents of medieval romance go back to the Greek romance.1 French romances could certainly be genuinely ‘courtly’, as in the twelfth-century poems of Chrétien de Troyes, but they were not all an exclusively élite form of literature: underneath the elegant narratives we can sometimes discern folktale patterns and motifs. Marie de France says that some of her sophisticated lais are related to ancient Breton stories. Even in medieval France we begin to feel that ‘courtly’ and ‘popular’ are terms which do not denote totally self-contained and mutually exclusive categories but, rather more vaguely, points on a continuous spectrum. This seems even more likely when we turn to Middle English romance, where many examples have survived, quite a few of them from French originals.

  • 2 See ‘The Knight of Curtesy and the Fair Lady of Faguell’, ed. McCausland; and Simple Forms(...)

There is here a substantial body of what is commonly called ‘popular’ romance, probably one step away from the lost orally transmitted (sometimes orally created) romances of the minstrels, sometimes inheriting or imitating their stylistic patterns like a formulaic but expressive diction. Chaucer’s own tale of Sir Thopas is a brilliant burlesque of popular romances. It has a number of their common characteristics: division into ‘fits’ or sections each beginning with a call to attention; sudden, sometimes melodramatic, events and adventures (here involving an ‘elfqueene’ and a giant, Sir Olifaunt); very simple formulaic diction. Chaucer’s burlesque produces a narrative which is exquisitely awful, and is broken off by the Host with a remark about doggerel. However, the burlesque is not completely destructive. The popular romances and their shortcomings are lost to sight in a cloud of joyously impossible comedy. We are left with the strong feeling that Chaucer secretly loved these romances: he certainly has a detailed knowledge of them, and alludes to several (for example, Guy of Warwick). And in fact, most of the surviving popular romances are not as awful as Sir Thopas. They show distinct signs of literary quality, and the whole corpus reveals a remarkable variety. Some would find a place at one end or other of our spectrum. Emaré, with its repetitions and formulae, seems close to the ‘oral’ pole, whereas one has to look very closely at the Auchinleck copy of Sir Orfeo in order to see the formulae, which have been skilfully worked into a polished narrative style. Again in popular romances we find echoes of folktale motifs and patterns: Cinderella-type stories, for instance. Some have connections with later ballads (though the details of any connection often remain mysterious); and the occasional romance in quatrains, like The Knight of Curtesy (which uses the legend of the ‘eaten heart’)2 or Thomas of Erceldoune (clearly related to Thomas the Rhymer), sometimes sound like long ballads. Like the early outlaw ballads (see Chapter 2), most of these romances have a direct, formulaic and expressive style, often more impressive in the hearing, rather than in reading on the page. Typically, too, most share a liking for simple stanza forms, like couplets or the common twelve-line tail-rhyme stanza.

In order to illustrate briefly the variety of this extensive body of literature, I have decided to opt for extracts — two longer ones from Havelok and Sir Orfeo, romances admired by critics — and a series of shorter examples from less well-known works, which illustrate their treatment of individual scenes or dramatic moments in the narrative (many of them showing mortals in eerie and perilous situations). Adventures are an important and central feature of the romance, whether sophisticated and ‘literary’ or ‘popular’.

i) Havelok

  • 3 In Middle English Verse Romances (ed. Sands). Extracts and commentary (including other Hav (...)

A romance of just over three thousand lines, written probably in the late thirteenth century, or possibly at the beginning of the fourteenth. Havelock story material was in circulation earlier: in the Anglo-Norman chronicler Gaimar’s Estoire (c. 1135–40) and in the French Lai d’Havelok (c. 1190–c. 1220) which is based on Gaimar. The Middle English romance is remarkable for its realism and for its interest in the lives of humbler folk. The parallel stories of Havelock and Goldeboru are well told. The author has been called ‘an unobtrusively sophisticated writer’.3

(a) King Ethelwold of England dies, leaving his daughter Goldeboru in the protection of Godrich, the Earl of Cornwall. The Danish king Birkabeyn also dies, and leaves his son Havelock in the protection of Earl Godard. Both protectors are treacherous. Godard seizes the throne of Denmark and imprisons Havelok and his sisters… [vv. 447–80]

… onon he ferdeº
To the tour ther heº woren sperde, º
Ther he gretenº for hunger and cold.
The knave, º that was somdelº bold,
Kam him ageyn, º on knes him sette,
And Godard ful feyreº he ther grette.º
And Godard seyde, ‘Wat is yw?º
Hwi grete ye and goulenº nou?’
‘For us hungreth swithe sore, ’º
Seyden he, ‘we wolden more,
went
they shut up
wept
boy quite
to meet him
courteously greeted
what is the matter with you?
howl
because we are very hungry
We ne have to hete, ne we ne have
Herinne neyther knith ne knaveº knight nor servant
That yeveth us drinken, ne no mete,
Halvendelº that we mounº ete.
half can
Wo is us that we weren born!
Weilawei, º nis it no kornº
That men micteº maken of bred?
alas! is there no corn
could
Us hungreth, we aren neyº ded.’
Goderd herde here wa; º
Therof yaf he nouth a stra.º
But tok the maydnes bothe samen, º
Also it were upon his gamen, º
Also he woldeº with hem leyke, º
That weren for hunger grene and bleike; º
Of bothen he karfº on two here throtes,
And sithenº hem al to grotes.º
Ther was sorwe, wosoº it sawe,
Hwan the children bi the waweº
Leyen and sprauledenº in the blod;
almost
misery
not a straw
together
sport
as if he wished play
pale and sickly
cut
then small pieces
whoever
wall
lay and sprawled
Havelok it saw, and therbi stod.
Ful sori was that seli knave.º
Mikel dredº he moutheº have,
innocent boy
great fear might well
For at hise herte he saw a knif
Forto revenº him hise lyf.
deprive

(b) Godard hands over Havelock to Grim, a fisherman, and orders him to be killed. However, Grim sees a wonderful light shining from the boy’s mouth, and a royal birthmark, and realises he is the destined king; he flees with him and his own family to England, settling at the mouth of the Humber, where Grimsby now stands. As Havelock grows up, he realizes how difficult life is for Grim. [vv. 785–862]

  • 4 For me, it is not worth a sloe (= I can’t do anything).
Thusgateº Grim him fayre ledde;
Him and his gengeº wel he fedde
Wel tweif winter otherº more.
Havelok was war that Grim swankº sore
For his mete, and he lay at hom;
in this way
household
or
toiled
Thouthe: ‘Ich am nou no gromº
Ich am wel waxenº and wel may eten
More than evere Grim may geten.
  Ich ete more, bi God on live,
Than Grim an his children five!
It may nouth ben thus longe.
child
grown
Goddot, º y wile with the gange, º
Forto lerenº sum gode to gete; º
Swinken ich wolde for mi mete.
It is no shame forto swinken;
The man may wel eten and drinken
God knows go
learn win
That nouth ne have but on swink long.º
To liggenº at hom it is ful strong.º
God yeldeº him, ther I ne may,
in proportion to his work
lie disgraceful
reward
That haveth me fed to this day.
Gladlike I wile the panieres bere;
Ich woth ne shal it me nouth dere, º
Theyº ther be inne a birthene gret, º
Alsoº hevi as a neth.º
Shal ich nevere lengere dwelle; º
Tomorwen shal Ich forth pelle.’º
harm
although great burden
as ox
delay
hasten
On the morwen, hwan it was day,
He stirt upº sone and nouthº ne lay,
leapt up did not
And cast a panier on his bac,
With fish giveledº als a stac, º
Also michelº he bar him oneº
So heº foure, bi mine mone.º
heaped up haystack
much by himself
as if he were opinion
Wel he it bar, and solde it wel.
The silver he brouthe hom il del.º
in full
Al that he therefore tok;
Withheld he nouth a ferthinges nok.º
a fraction of a farthing
So yede he forth ilke day,
That he nevere at home lay,
So wolde he his mesterº lere.º
Bifelº it so, a strong dereº
Bigan to rise of korn ofº bred,
That Grim ne couthe no god redº
Hwº he sholde his meineº fede.
Ofº Havelok havede he michel drede, º
trade learn
happened severe shortage
for
way
how household
for fear
For he was strong, and wel mouthe ete
More thanne hevereº mouthe be gete, º
ever obtained
Ne he ne mouthe on the se take
Neyther lengeº ne thornbake, º
Ne non other fish that douthe, º
His meyne feden with he mouthe.º
Of Havelok he havede kare, º
Hwilgatº that he micthe fare;
Of his children was him nouth, º
ling skate
was of value
with which he could feed
anxiety
how
not at all
On Havelok was al his thouth,
And seyde, ‘Havelok, dere sone,
I wene that we deye moneº
For hunger, this dereº is so strong,
And hure mete is uteº long.
Betere is that thu henne gongeº
must die
famine
exhausted
go hence
Than thu here dwelle longe;
Hethenº thou mayt gangen to late.º
Thou canst ful wel the ricthe gateº
To Lincolne, the gode borw; º
from here too late
direct road
town
Thou havest it gon ful ofte thoru.
Of me ne is me nouth a slo.4
Betere is that thu thider go,
For ther is mani god man inne;
Ther thou mayt thi mete winne.
But wo is me thou art so naked!
Of mi seyl y wolde the were maked
A cloth thou mithest inne gongen, º
Sone, no cold that thu ne fonge, ’º
He toke the sheres ofº the nayl.
And made him a couel of the sayl,
And Havelok dide it soneº on;
Havede neyther hosen ne shon, º
Ne none kines other wede; º
To Lincolne barfot he yede.º
travel
catch
from
cloak
at once
stockings nor shoes
any other sort of garment
went

(c) In England the traitor Godrich, who has promised a fine marriage for Goldeboru, is determined to end her claim to the English throne. Havelock, now a strong young man, has found work in Lincoln, and becomes a scullion in Godrich’s household. Godrich marries Goldeboru to the supposed scullion. Her sorrow is ended by a supernatural sight. [vv. 1247–74]

On the nith, º als Goldeborw lay,
Sory and sorwful was she ay, º
For she wendeº she were biswike, º
That she [we] re yevenº unkyndelike.º
O nith saw she therinne a lithº
A swithe fayr, a swathe bryth, º
Also brith, also shir, º
So it were a blaseº of fir.
in the night
ever
thought
given
light
very bright
radiant
flame
tricked
beneath her station
She lokede north and ek south,
And saw it comen out of his mouth
That lay bi hire in the bed;
No ferlikeº thou she were adred! º
Thouthe she, ‘Wat may this bimene?º
He beth heymanº yet, als y wene;
He beth heyman erº he be ded.’
On hise shuldre of gold red
wonder
signify
will be a lord
before
afraid
She saw a swithe noble croiz.º
Of an angel she herd a voyz,
‘Goldeborw, lat thi sorwe be,
cross
For Havelok, that haveth spuset the, º
Is kings sone and kings eyr; º
That bikennethº that croyz so fayr.
It bikenneth more, that he shal
married thee
heir
demonstrates
Denemark havenº and Englond al;
He shal ben king strong and starkº
Of Engelond an Denemark:
That shalt thu wit thin eyne sen,
And thou shalt quen and levedi ben.’
possess
mighty

Eventually, Grim takes Havelock and Goldborough to Denmark, where Havelock is recognised as the destined king by Earl Ubbe. He defeats Godard, becomes king of Denmark, then goes back to England where he defeats Godrich and becomes king of England.

ii) Sir Orfeo5

  • 5 In Middle English Verse Romances (Sands; other editions are listed).
  • 6 See Kittredge, ‘Sir Orfeo’.
  • 7 For example, the first story from Walter Map, above.

The story of Orpheus and Eurydice was a favourite in the Middle Ages. The happy ending given to it here is not unique. Possibly Celtic stories also lie in the background (cf. the Irish tale of the Wooing of Etainn),6 and stories of the recovery of mortals from the otherworld or of those taken by the fairies.7 The Middle English romance was probably written in the later thirteenth century or the early fourteenth. This story, and other popular Orpheus stories, lived on — into a Scottish romance and a Shetland ballad recorded in the nineteenth century (Child No. 19). There is a reference to a French ‘lai d’Orphey’, but this has not survived. This romance is remarkable for its sensitivity to human emotion, its insistence on the virtues of faithfulness and courage, and its narrative skill. For all its literary art, it has many of the characteristics of popular romance. Interestingly, though Orfeo is a ‘heigh lording’, he is also a minstrel (we are given some details of performance in vv. 25 ff, 267 ff, 361 ff).

  • 8 In Sands, the passage is vv. 195–306; there is a ‘prologue’ printed in some editions, whic (...)

(a) Orfeo, a king and a great harper, is married to the beautiful Heurodis. One day at the beginning of May she goes out with her maidens, and falls asleep under a tree. When she awakes she shows signs of a terrible distress. Taken back to her chamber, she describes how in her sleep she was visited by a large company of mysterious knights and ladies, and was commanded by their king to return to the tree on the following day; if she offers any resistance she will be torn apart, and still carried off. The next day Orfeo with a body of men escorts her to the tree. But she is snatched away ‘with fairy forth ynume’. Orfeo is distraught, and decides to go alone into the wilderness, leaving his kingdom in the care of his steward… [vv. 219–330]8

  • 9 ‘variegated fur and grey fur’: this phrase indicates opulence (the striped fur may have (...)
Tho was ther wepeing in the halle,
And grete cri among hem alle;
Unnetheº might old or yong
For wepeing speke a word with tong.
scarcely
Thai kneled adoun al yfere, º
And praid him, yif his wille were,
That he no schuld nought fram hem go.
together
‘Do way, ’º quath he, ‘it schal be so.’
Al his kingdome he forsoke;
Enough!
Bot a sclavinº on him he toke.
He no hadde kirtel no hode, º
Schert [no] non other gode, º
But his harp he toke algateº
And dede himº barfot out atte yate; º
pilgrim’s cloak
kirtle nor hood
belongings
at any rate
went
at the gate
No man most with him go.
O way! º What ther was wepe and wo,
Whan he that hadde ben king with croun
Alas!
Went so poverlichº out of toun.
  Thurth wode and over hethº
Into the wildernes he geth.
in such poor array
heath
Nothing he fintº that him is ays, º
Bot ever he liveth in gret malaise.
finds comfort
He that hadde ywerdº the fowe and griis9
And on bed the purpur biis; º
worn
fine linen
Now on hard hethe he lith;
With leves and gresse he him writh.º
covers
He that hadde had castels and tours,
River, forest, frith with flours, º
Now, theiº it comenci to snewe and frees, º
This king mot make his bed in mese.º
He that had yhad knightes of priisº
Bifor him kneland, and levedis, º
Now sethº he nothing that he liketh,
woodland with flowers
though
moss
of value
ladies
sees
freeze
But wilde wormesº bi him striketh.º serpents glide
He that had yhad plente
Of mete and drink, of ich deynte, º
Now may he aldayº digge and wroteº
Er he finde his fille of rote.º
every delicacy
all day long
roots
grub
In somer he liveth bi wild frut
And berien bot gode lite; º
very little
In winter may he nothing finde
Bot rote, grases and the rinde.º
Al his bodi was oway duineº
For missays, º and al tochine; º
His here of his berd, blac and rowe, º
To his girdelstedeº was growe.
Lord! who may telle the soreº
bark
wasted away
discomfort
rough
waist
distress
scarred
This king sufferd ten yere and more?
His harp, whereon was al his gle, º
minstrelsy
He hidde in an holwe tre,
And when the weder was clere and bright,
He toke his harp to him wel right,
And harped at his owhenº wille,
In alle the wode the soun gan schille, º
That alle the wilde bestes that ther bethº
For joie abouten him thai teth, º
And alle the foules that ther were
own
resound
are
come
Come and sete on ich a brereº
To here his harping affine, º
twig
to the end
So miche melody was therin.
  And when he his harping leteº wold,
No best bi him abide nold.º
leave
would not
He might se him besides
Oft in hot undertidesº
The king o fairy with his routº
Com to hunt him al about
With dim cri and bloweing,
And houndes also with him berking;
noon times
company
Ac no best thai no nome, º
No never he nistº whider thai bicome.º
caught
knew not
went
And other while he might him se
As a gret ost bi him te, º
Wele atourned, º ten hundred knightes,
Ich yarmed to his rightes, º
Of cuntenaunceº stoutº and fers,
come
equipped
properly
appearance
strong
With mani desplaid baners,
And ich his swerd ydraweº hold;
Ac never he nist whider thai wold.º
And other while he seiye other thing:
Knightes and levedis com daunceing
drawn
would go
In queyntº attire, gisely, º
Queynt pas and softly;
elegant skilfully
Tabours and trunpesº yede hem bi, º
And al maner menstraci.º
And on a day he seiye him biside
Sexti levedis on hors ride,
drums and trumpets
minstrelsy
beside
Gentil and jolifº as brid on ris; º
Nought o man amonges hem ther nis.º
merry
is not
spray
And ich a faucon on hond bere,
And riden on haukin bi o rivere.
Of game thai founde wel gode haunt, º
Maulardes, º hayrounº and cormeraunt.
plenty
mallards
heron
The foules of the water ariseth;
The faucons hem wele deviseth; º
Ich faucon his pray slough.º
That seiye Orfeo, and lough: º
‘Parfay, ’º quath he, ‘ther is fair game.
Thider ichil, º bi Godes name;
Ich was ywonº swiche werk to se.’
He aros and thider gan te.º
aim at
slew
laughed
Indeed
I will go
accustomed
went
To a levedi he was ycome,
Biheld, and hath wel undernomeº
And seth bi al thing that it is
realised
His owhen quen, dam Heurodis.
Yernº he beheld hir and sche him eke, º
Acº neither to other a word no speke.
For messais that sche on him seiye
That had ben so riche and so heiye,
The teres fel out of her eiye.
The other levedis this yseiye.
And maked hir oway to ride;
Sche most with him no lenger abide.
eagerly
but
also
  • 10 In Sands, these are vv. 411–50.

(b) But the determined Orfeo takes up his harp and rides after the ladies, into a rock. He finds himself in a beautiful land with a fine castle. Introducing himself as a minstrel he enters, and plays for the king, who is entranced by his music. [vv. 435–74]10

Bifor the king he sat adoun,
And tok his harp so miri of soun,
And temprethº it as he wele can,
And blisseful notes he ther gan.º
tunes
began
That al that in the palays were
Com to him forto here,
And liggethº adoun to his fete,
lie
Hem thenketh his melody so swete.
The king herkneth and sitt ful stille
To here his gleº he hath gode wille.
Gode bourdeº he hadde of his gle;
The riche quen also hadde he.º
When he hadde stintº his harping,
music
enjoyment
she
ceased
Than seyd to him the king, ‘Menstrel, me liketh wele thi gle.
Now aske of me whatº it be;
Largelich ichilº the pay.
Now speke, and tow might assay.’º ‘Sir, ’ he seyd, ‘ich biseche the
whatever
generously I will
put it to the test
Thatow woldest yive me
That ichº levedi bright on bleº
That slepeth under the ympetre.’º
‘Nay, ’ quath the king, ‘that nought nere.º
same
orchard tree
could not be
complexion
A sori couple of you it were,
For thou art lene, roweº and blac,
And sche is lovesum, º withouten lac; º
A lothlichº thing it were forthiº
rough
beautiful
hateful
blemish
therefore
To sen hir in thi compayni.’
‘O sir, ’ he seyd, ‘gentil king,
Yete it were a wele fouler thing
To here a lesingº of thi mouthe.
So, sir, as ye seyd nouthe, º
falsehood
just now
What ich wold aski have y schold,
And nedes thou most thi word hold.’
The king seyd, ‘Sethen it is so,
Take hir bi the hond and go,
Of hir ichil thatow be blithe.’º
He kneled adoun and thonked him swathe.º
happy
greatly
His wiif he tok bi the hond,
And dede him swathe outº of that lond.
went quickly

Disguised as a minstrel ‘of poor life’ he takes Heurodis with him back to his own city. He plays before the steward, who recognises his harp. He reveals his identity, is restored to his kingdom, and after his death the faithful steward becomes king.

iii) Emaré

  • 11 Emaré is in Six Middle English Romances, ed. Mills. For the Handless Maiden, see Bliss Nam (...)

A simple romance, with direct style, repetitions, and formulae, perhaps suggesting it is not too far removed from oral storytelling; but one which it is easy to underestimate. With its symmetrical plot it tells a ‘pitous’ story of a suffering woman, a calumniated queen. It is a ‘test’ story; it has similarities with the Constance story (Chaucer’s Man of Law’s Tale, Gower’s tale of Constance) or Chaucer’s story of Griselda. Behind it lies the folk tale of the ‘Maiden without Hands’.11 Emaré’s wonderful garment, a present from the ‘riche kynge of Cesile’ may have originally been a fairy present.

(a) Emaré, the beautiful daughter of the emperor Artyrus, excites the passion of her father. When she refuses his incestuous desire, he has her cast out in a rudderless boat, clad in a robe of rich, gold, ornamented cloth. Her boat is blown far away by the wind; the emperor repents, but it is too late… [vv. 313–60]

The lady fletedº forth alone.
To God of heven she made her moneº
floated
lament
And to hys modyr also,
She was driven wyth wynde and rayn
Wyth stronge stormes her agayn, º
Of the watur so blo.º
As y have herd menstrelles syng yn sawe, º
Hows nyº lond myghth she non knowe, º
Aferdº she was to go.
against
dark
tales
nor
afraid
make out
She was so driven fro wawe to wawe
She hyd her hede and lay full lowe,
Forº watyr she was full woo.º
because of in great misery
Now this lady dwelled thore
A good sevennyghth and more,
As hyt was Goddys wylle.
Wyth carefullº herte and sykyngº sore,
Such sorrow was here yarkedº yore, º
And ever lay she styll.
She was driven ynto a lond,
sorrowful
destined for
sighing
long ago
Thorow the grace of Goddes sond, º
That all thing may fulfylle.
dispensation
She was on the see so harde bestadde, º beset
  • 12 Egaré means lost or strayed.
For hungur and thurste almost madde:
Woo worth wederus yll! º
a curse on bad storms
She was dryven into a lond
That hyghthº Galys, y unthurstond:
That was a fayr countre.
was called
The kyngus steward dwelled ther bysyde, º
In a kastell of mykyll pryde: º
Syr Kadore hyght he.
nearby
much splendour
Every day he wolde go,
And take wth hym a sqwyer or two,
And play hym by the see.
On a tyme he toke the eyr
Wyth two knyghtus gode and fayr;
The wedur was lythe of le.º
calm and peaceful
A bootº he fond by the brymº boat edge
And a glysteryng thing theryn:
Therof they hadde ferly.º
They went forth on the sond
To the boot, y unthurstond,
And fond theryn that lady.
wonder
sand
She hadde so longe metelesº be
That hym thowht gret deleº to se;
She was yn poyn [t] to dye.º
without food
distress
at the point of death
They askede her what was her name;
She changed hyt ther anone, º
And seyde she hetteº Egaré.12
at once
was called

(b) Sir Kadore cares for her, and his king falls in love with her and marries her. They live happily for a time, and while the king is away fighting she bears a son, Segramour. A letter to him from Sir Kadore, telling him of this, is intercepted by the king’s wicked mother who hates Egaré/Emaré. Another letter is substituted, saying that her offspring was a devil. The king laments, but sends a letter saying that she should be well cared for. This too is intercepted by his mother and replaced with another saying that she should be cast out on the sea with her child and her splendid robe. The steward is unable to prevent this, and the two are cast adrift. [vv. 637–708]

Then was ther sorrow and myche woo,
When the lady to shype shuldeº go;
They wepte and wronge her hondus.
had to
The lady that was meke and mylde
In her arme she bar her chylde,
And toke leve of the londe.
When she wente ynto the see
In that robe of riche ble,
Men sowenedº on the sonde.º
Sore they wepte and sayde, ‘Alas,
swooned sand
Certys thys ys a wykked kase.º
Wo worth dedes wronge!’º
event
evil deeds
The lady and the lytyll chylde
Fleted forth on the watur wylde,
Wyth full harde happes.º
misfortunes
Her surkoteº that was large and wyde,
Therwith her visage she gan hyde,
Wyth the hynthur lappes; º
robe
back folds
She was aferde of the see
And layde her grufº uponn a tre, º
The chylde to her pappes.º
face down
breasts
beam
The wawes that were grete and strong
On the bote faste they thronge,
Wyth mony unseemly rappes.º
blows
And when the chyld gan to wepe
Wyth sory herte she songe hyt aslepe
And putte the pappe yn hys mowth.
And syde, ‘Myghth y onus geteº lond,
Of the watur that ys so stronge.º
By northe or by sowthe,
get to
severe
Wele owth y to waryeº the, see,
I have myche shame yn the! ’
And evur she lay and growth.º
ought I to curse
lamented
Then she made her prayer
To Jesu and hys modur dere,
In all that she kowthe.
Now thys lady dwelled thore
A full sevenenyght and more,
As hyt was Goddys wylle;
Wyth karefull herte and sykyng sore,
Such sorrow was her yarked yore,
And she lay full stylle.
She was driven toward Rome,
Thorow the grace of God yn trone, º
That all thing may fulfylle.
throne
On the see she was so harde bestadde,
For hungur and thurste allmost madde,
Wo worth chawnses ylle! º
evil events
A marchaunte dw [el] led yn that cyte.
A ryche mon of gold and fee.º
Jurdan was hys name.
property
Every day wolde he
Go to playe hym by the see,
The eyer forto tane, º
He wente forth yn that tyde, º
Walkynge by the see sy [d] e,
All hymselfe alone.
A bote he fonde by the brymme
And a fayr lady therynne,
That was right wobygone.
air to take
time
The cloth on her shon so bryth
He was aferde of that sight,
For glysteryng of that wede; º
And yn hys herte he thowghth rightº
garment
thought indeed
That she was non erdyly wyght;
He sawe nevur non such yn leede.º
He sayde, ‘What hette ye, º fayr ladye?’
‘Lord, ’ she sayde, ‘y hette Egarye,
That lye her yn drede.’º
Up he toke that fayre ladye
And the yonge chylde her by,
And hom he gan hem lede.
the world
is your name
fear

[Jurdan and his wife care for her, and Segramour grows up. In a final scene, Emaré is at last reunited with her husband and her father, who have come to Rome to do penance.]

iv) Octavian13

  • 13 In Six Middle English Romances (ed. Mills).

Written perhaps in the first half of the fourteenth century, Octavian tells the story (widespread in Europe) of another calumniated woman and her sons, stolen by wild creatures.

Florence, wife of the emperor Octavian, bears twin sons (Florentyn and Octavian). Thanks to the hostility of a cruel mother-in-law she and her babies are driven out into the forest, and both children are carried off by animals. [vv. 325–84]

Be that sche had hur children dyght, º made ready
Hyt was woxeº derke nyght, become
As sche sate be the welle;
In the erberº downe sche lay
grassy spot among trees
Tyll hyt was dawning of the day
That fowlysº herde sche yelle.º
birds cry
There came an ape to seke hur pray;
Hur oon chylde sche bare away
On an hye hylle.
What wondur was, thogh sche were woo?
The ape bar the chylde hur fro!
In swownyng downe sche felle.
In all the sorowe that sche in was,
There come rennyng a lyenas, º
Os wode as sche wolde wede; º
lioness
as frenzied as if she would go mad
In swownyng as the lady lay,
Hur wodurº chylde sche bare away,
Hur whelpysº wyth to fede.
other
cubs
What wondur was thogh sche wooº ware?
The wylde beestys hur chyldyr away bare;
For sorowe hur herte can blede,
The lady sett hur on a stone
Besyde the welle and made hur mone,
And syghyng forthe sche yede.
in misery
There came a fowle that was feyre of flightº
(A gryffyn he was callyd be right)
beautiful in flight
Ovyr the holtys hore; º
The fowle was so moche of mightº
That he wolde bare a knight
Well armyd thogh he ware.º
The lyenas wyth the chylde up toke he
And into an yle of the see
Bothe he tham bare.
The chylde slept in the lyenas mowthe;
Of wele nor woº nothing hyt knowyth,
But God kepe hyt from care!
grey woods
great in strength
even though he were
good fortune or misery
Whan the lyenas had a fote on londe, º
Hastyly sche can upstonde, º
As a beste that was stronge and wylde.
the ground
reared up
Thorow Goddys grace the gryffyn she slowe
And sythen ete of the flesche ynoweº
And leyde hur downe beº the chylde.
plenty by
The chylde sokeº the lyenas,
As hyt Goddys wylle was,
suckled from
Whan hyt the pappysº feled; º
And when the lyenas began to wake,
teats felt
Sche lovyd the chylde for hur whelpys sake
And therwyth sche was full mylde.º
peaceful
Wyth hur fete sche made a denne
And leyde the lytull chylde theryn
And kepteº hyt day and nyght;
guarded
And when the lyenas hungurd sore,
Sche ete of the gryffyn more,
That afore was stronge and wyght.
As hyt was Goddes owne wylle,
The lyenas belafteº the chylde style: º
left at peace
The chylde was feyre and bright.
The lady sett hur on a stone,
Besyde the welle and made hur mone
As a wofull wyght.º
creature

[After many adventures, the brothers, now proven warriors, are reunited and the mother-in-law is burnt.]

v) Sir Gowther

  • 14 Six Middle English Romances.

This romance, dated around 1375 in Mills,14 is a version of the widespread legend of Robert the Devil, in which a young child, begotten by a devil, finds salvation after a disorderly and sinful youth.

A duke and his wife have been married for ten years, but have no child. In desperation the wife prays for a child by any means… [vv. 58–81]

Tho lade sykudº and made yll chere, º
That all feyledº hur whyte lere, º
For shu conseyvyd noght, º
sighed was unhappy
grew dull white face
had not conceived
Scho preyd to God and Mare mylde
Schuld gyffe hur grace to have a chyld,
On what maner scho ne roghth.º
In hur orchard, apon a day,
Ho meytº a man, tho sothe to say,
That hur of luffe besoghth; º
As lykeº hur lorde as he might be —
did not care
she met
besought
similar
He leyd hur down under a tre,
With hur isº wyll he wroghtth.º
his took
When he had is wylle all don,
A felturd fendeº he start up son,
And stode and hur beheld.
shaggy fiend
He seyd, ‘Y have geytonº a chylde on the begotten
That in is yothe full wylde schall bee
And weppons wyghtly weld.’º
Scho blessyd hurº and fro hym ran;
Into hur chambur fast ho wan, º
That was so bygly byld; º
powerfully wield
crossed herself
came
strongly made
Scho seyd to hur lord, that lade myld,
‘Tonyght we monº geyt chyld,
That schall owre londus weld.’º
must
rule

The boy, Gowther, grows up to be a very strong and very ‘wild’ young man who terrorises everyone in the neighbourhood. His supposed father dies of sorrow. When he is called ‘a devil’s son’ by an earl, Gowther forces his mother to tell the story of his conception. He goes to Rome, and begins a life of penitence as ‘Hob the Fool’. He rescues the emperor’s daughter from the Saracens, is recognised by her, and marries her. He is absolved by the Pope, becomes the ruler of Almayne, and is venerated as a saint.

vi) Chevelere Assigne15

  • 15 The Romance of the Chevelere Assigne, ed. Gibbs. If Gray used this edition, he silently de (...)

A fourteenth-century century romance in alliterative long lines. It is a version of the Swan-Knight legend (cf. Lohengrin, the son of Parzival in German romance); though it is not here associated, as it often was from the late twelfth century, with the name of Godfrey of Bouillon, one of the leaders of the First Crusade.

  • 16 William of Palerne, ed. Skeat.

An episode in which the innocent young knight Enyas (Helyas, in other Middle English stories) is instructed in the art and method of single combat. The scene is treated with a touching and attractive comedy (as in some scenes in the English William of Palerne).16 Bewtrys (Beatrice), wife of king Oriens of Lyon, is delivered of six sons and a daughter, born simultaneously, each with a silver chain around the neck. Her wicked mother-in-law, Matabryne, orders her man Markus to drown the children, but out of pity he spares them and leaves them in the forest, where they are reared by a hermit. But Malkedras, a wicked forester, sees them, and tells Matabryne who sends him to kill them and bring her the silver rings from their necks. He finds six children; the seventh, Enyas, has gone into the forest with the hermit in search of food. When the chains are cut, the six children become swans, and fly to a nearby river. Matabryne wishes that Beatrice should be burnt, but the young Enyas offers to fight on her behalf: he must do battle with Malkedras. [vv. 287–313]

A knyghte kawghte hym by the honde, and ladde hym of the rowte.
‘What beeste is this, ’ quod the child, ‘that I shall on hove?’º ride
‘Hit is called an hors, ’ quod the knyghte, ‘a good and an abull.’º useful
‘Why eteth he yren?’º quod the chylde, ‘Wyll he ete noghth elles? iron
And what is that on his bakke, of byrthe or on bounden?’º from birth, or fastened
‘Nay, that in his mowth men callen a brydell,
And that a sadell on his bakke, that thou shalt in sytte.’

‘And what hevy kyrtellº is this with holes so thykke, coat
And this holowe onº on my hede? I may not here.’º hollow one hear
‘An helme men kallen that on and an hawberkeº that other.’ coat of mail
‘But what broode on is this on my breste? Hit berethº adown my weighs
nekke.’
‘A bryghte shelde and a sheene, º to shelde the fro strokes, ’
‘And what longe on is this that I shall up lyfte?’
shining
‘Take that launce up in thyn honde, and lokeº thou hym hytte; see that
And whenne that shafte is schyvered, º take shattered
scharpelyeº another.’
‘Ye, what yf grace be we to grownde wenden?’º
‘Aryse up lightly on the fete, and reste the no lengur.º
And thenne plukke out thy swerde, and peleº on hym faste,
quickly
go
longer
strike
Allwey eggelynges downº on all that thou fyndes. edge downwards
His ryche helm nor his swerde rekkeº thou of care neythur; º neither
Lete the sharpe of thy swerde schreden hym small.’
‘But woll not he smyte ayeyne, whenne he feleth smerte?’
‘Yys, I knowe hym full wele, both keenly and faste.
Evur folowe thou on the flesh tyll thou haste hym falleth, º
And sythen smyte of his heede; I kan sey the no furre.’º
‘Now thou haste tawghte me, ’ quod the childe, ‘God I the
felled him
further
beteche; º
For now I kan of the crafte more thenne I kowthe.’
commend
  • 17 Thus the help of God brought them to a happy end.

Enyas overcomes Malkedras; Matabryne herself is burnt; Beatrice is released. Five chains are returned to the swans, who become human once more; the sixth child, who must remain a swan, laments bitterly. The others are baptised: ‘thus the botenynge of God browghte hem to honde.’17

vii) The Turke and Gowin18

  • 18 In Sir Gawain: Eleven Romances and Tales (Hahn’s edition differs slightly from Gray’s here (...)

A romance (probably written around 1500) which survives, in an incomplete form, in the mid-seventeenth century PFMS. Arthurian tales, and especially stories about Sir Gawain, often find their way into popular romance. The Percy Folio Grene Knight tells the story of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight; and others, like this, have similarities with that story.

A strange man — broad and shaped like a Turk — enters when Arthur is sitting at table, and asks for an exchange of buffets (compare Sir Gawain and the Green Knight). Gawain accepts the challenge. He accompanies the Turk, into a hill and to the castle of the king of Man, through a series of often fantastic adventures and tests of strength. At the end, the Turk, bearing a basin of gold, asks Gawain to cut his head off… [vv. 268–94]

  • 19 Te Deum Laudamus (We praise thee, O God) is not a psalm, but has been a song of praise i (...)
… He tooke forth a bason of gold
As an emperour washe shold,
As fell for his degree.
He tooke a sword of mettle free, º noble metal
Saies, ‘If ever I did any thing for thee,
Doe for me in this stead; º
place
Take here this sword of steele
That in batell will bite weele, º
Therwith strike of my head.’
well
‘That I forefend! ’º said Sir Gawaine,
‘For I wold not have thee slaine
For all the gold soe red.’
‘Have done, Sir Gawaine, I have no dread,
But in this bason let me bleed
That standeth here in this steed,
forbid
And thou shalt see a new play,
With helpe of Mary that mild ma [y]
That saved us from all dread.’
He drew forth the brandº of steele,
That in battell bite wold weele,
And there stroke of his head.
sword
And when the blood in the bason light, º
He stood up a stalwortht knight
That day, I undertake, º
fell
guarantee
And song, Te deum laudam [u] s.19
Worshipp be to our lord Jesus
That saved us from all wracke! ’º
disaster

They return to Arthur’s court, and the Turk, now Sir Gromer, a stalwart knight, is made king of Man.

viii) Sir Lambewell20

  • 20 In PFMS (vol i), p. 142 ff.

Marie de France’s lai of Lanval survives in two Middle English versions: Sir Landevale (early fourteenth century) and Thomas Chestre’s Sir Launfal (later fourteenth). The former lives on in two popular versions. Sir Lambewell (632 lines, in PFMS) ia a good example of popular romance, which has probably passed through a series of copyists and retellers.

Lambewell is a young knight at Arthur’s court who is far from home and who has spent much of his wealth. In his distress he is helped by a fairy mistress, who in typical fashion imposes a taboo: he must not reveal her to anyone. But, taunted by Guinevere, he does. He is no longer visited by his mistress, and he is accused of slandering the queen. But just before the judges speak, his beautiful mistress rides into the town, with a sparrowhawk on her hand, and three white greyhounds running beside her… [vv. 523–38 & 600–30]

… Wife and child, yonge and old,
All came this lady to beholde,
And all still upon her gazing
As people that beheld the sacring; º
And all they stood still in their study, º
And yet they thought them never weary,
For there was never man nor woman that might
consecration of the Host
amazement
Be weary of this ladies sight.
As soone as Sir Lambwell did her see,
On all the people cryed hee
‘Yond comes my life and my liking! º
Shee comes that me out of baileº shall bring!
Yond comes my lemman, º I make you sure;
Treulie shee is the fairest creature
That ever man see before indeed,
Looke where shee rydes upon her steed!’…
delight
torment
beloved
… Th [e] king and theº prayd, everyone;
But for all that ever he cold doe,
Not a word shee wold speake him too,
But obayd her to the king soe h [e] nd, º
And tooke her leave away to wend.
Then Lambewell saw that shee wold fare, º
His owne hart he tookeº to him there;
When shee turned her horse to have gone,
He leaped upon, sooneº anon,
Upon her palfray; whatsoever betide,
Behind her he wold not abide;
And he said, ‘Madam, with reason and skill
Now goe which way so ere you will,
For when you light downe, I shall stand.
And when you ryd, all at your hande,
they
courteous
go
took courage
immediately
And whether it be for waile or woeº
I will never depart you froe.’
good or ill
This lady now the right way nummº took
With her maids all and some,
And shee brought Sir Lambwell from Carlile
Farr into a jollyº il [e]
pleasant
That clipped was A [v] ilion,
Which knoweth well every Briton;
And shee came there, that lady faire,
Shee gave him all that he found there,
That was to say, all manner of thing
That ever might be to his likinge;
And further of him hardº no man,
heard
Nor more of him tell can,
But in that iland his life he spend,
Soe did shee alsoe tooke her end.º
ended her life

ix) Thomas of Erceldoune21

  • 21 [Thomas] The Romance and Prophecies of Thomas of Erceldoune, ed. Murray.

This fifteenth-century romance has very clear similarities with the ballad of Thomas the Rhymer (see our chapter Ballads, no. x), but the nature of the relationship is not certain. Many scholars have thought that the ballad is derived from the romance, but recently it has been argued that the romance has itself been formed from earlier tales or possibly ballads (which may have lived on separately). Certainly, the romance has some unusual features: the first-person narrative at the beginning, the unusual quatrain form and the relative lack of ‘story’. It ends with a long series of prophecies, but these may well have been added later.

a) vv. 25–36 & 69–10822

  • 22 This first part is on p. 2 of the edition (the Thornton text); the next begins on p. 5; th (...)
Als I me wente this endres daye,
Full faste in mynd makand my mone, º
In a mery mornynge of Maye,
In Huntle bankkes myselfe allone.
lament
  • 23 An extensive meadow, or this may be a place-name (the edition has no explanatory notes (...)
  • 24 cf. ‘follee’ in Thomas the Rhymer. The word usually means ‘folly’, but other meanings (...)
I herde the jaye, and the throstyll coke, º
The mawysº menydeº hir of hir songe,
The wodewaleº berydeº als a belle,
That alle the wode abowte me ronge.
male thrush
song-thrush
oriole woodpecker
sang plaintively
cried
Allone in longynge thus als I laye,
Undyrenethe a seemly tree,
[Saw] I whare a lady gaye
[Come rydyng] over a longe leeº…
… [She led three grehoundes in a leshe],
And sevene rachesº by hir thay rone, º
Scho bare an horne abowte hir hales, º
And undir hir belte full many a flone.º
meadow23
hounds
neck
arrow
ran
Thomas laye and sawe that syghte,
Undirnethe ane semly tree;
He sayd, ‘Yone es Marye moste of myghte,
That bare that childe that dyede for mee.
Bot ifº I speke with yone lady bryghte,
I hopeº myne herte will brysteº in three!
Now sall I go with all my myghte,
Hir for to mete at Eldoune tree.’
unless
think
break
Thomas rathelyº upe he rase,
And he rane over that mountayne hye;
Gyffº it be als the storye sayes,
He hir met at Eldone tree.
quickly
if
He knelyde downe upon his knee,
Undirnethe that grenwode spray; º
And sayd, ‘Lufly ladye! Reweº one mee,
Qwene of hevene, als thou wele maye! ’
branch
have mercy
Then spake that lady milde of thoghte,
‘Thomas, late swylkeº words bee;
Qwene of hevene ne am I noghte,
For I tukeº never so heghe degree.º
such
assumed
degree
Bote I ame of ane other countree,
If I be payreldeº moste of prysse; º
I ryde aftyre this wylde fee, º
My raches rynnys at my devyse.’º
clothed
animals
command
excellence
‘If thou be parelde moste of prys [e],
And here rydis thus in thy folye24
Of lufe, lady, als thou erte wysse,
Thou gyffe me leve to lye the bye.’
Scho sayde, ‘Thou mane, that ware folye,
I praye the, Thomas, thou late me bee;
For I saye the full sekirlye, º
That synne will fordooº all my beaute.’
certainly
destroy
‘Now, lufly ladye, rewe one mee,
And I will evermore with the duelle;
Here my trouthe I will the plyghte,
Whethir thou will in hevene or helle’…
  • 25 This section begins on p. 9 of the edition.
  • 26 In Murray’s edition, p. 17 (v. 286).

[Thomas makes love to her and she is transfomed into an ugly and fearsome sight. Then she leads him into Eildon Hill… b): vv. 157–222]25He is commanded to speak only to her when he is in her lord’s castle. Thomas stands still and looks at her. She is once more ‘fayre and gude’, riding on her palfrey with her hounds; she leads him to the castle, where he sees ladies making music, knights dancing, and feasting: there was ‘revelle, gamene and playe’. He stays there until (relapsing momentarily into first-person narrative, ‘till one a daye, so hafe I grace, My lufly lady sayde to mee’) he is told to make ready for the jouney back to ‘Eldone tree’. He says that he has only been in the castle for three days; she tells him that he has been there for three years and more (seven years and more according to the Cambridge MS).26 She says that on the following day the foul fiend of hell will come and ‘amange this folke will feche his fee’ and ‘thou arte mekill mane and hende — I trowe full wele he wolde chese the’ (v. 292), and she takes him back to ‘Eldonne tree’. The first Fytte ends here. In the following two fyttes, in response to his request to be told of ‘some ferly’ she tells him a long series of prophecies, until at last he allows her to go… to Helsdale in the north, reputed to be the home of fairies and witches.

… ‘Thomas, take leve at sonne and mone,
And als at lefe that grewesº on tree;
grows
This twelmoneth sall thou with me gone,
And medillertheº sall thou noneº see.’
earth not at all
He knelyd downe appone his knee,
Undirnethe that grenewod spraye,
And sayd, ‘Lufly lady, rewe on mee,
Mylde qwene of hevene, als thou beste maye,
Allas!’ he sayd, ‘and wa es mee,
I trowe my dedis wyll wirke me care.
My saulle, Jesu, byteche I the,
Whedir someº that ever my banesº sall fare.’
wherever bones
Scho ledde hym in at Eldone hill,
Undirnethe a derneº lee,
[Whare it was] dirkeº als mydnyght myrke,
And ever the water tillº his knee.
secret
dark
to
The montenansº of dayes three,
He herde bot swoghyngeº of the flode;
At the laste, he sayde, ‘full wa is mee!
Almaste I dye for fawte of f [ode].’
space
rumbling
Scho lede hym intill a faire herbere, º
Whare frwte was g [ro] wan [d gret plentee],
Pere and appill, bothe ryppe thay were,
The date and als the damasee, º
arbour
damson
The fygge and als so the wyneberye.º
The nyghtgales byggandeº on their neste,
The papejoyesº faste abowte gan flye,
And throstylls sange wolde hafe no reste.
bilberry or grape
dwelling
parrots
He pressedeº to pulle frowyte with his hande,
Als maneº for fude that was nere faynt,
Scho sayd, ‘Thomas, thou late thame stande,
Or ells the fende the will atteynt; º
pressed forward
like a man
seize
If thou it plokk, º sothely to saye,
Thi saule gose to the fyre of helle;
It comes never owte orº domesdaye,
Bot ther in payne ay for to duelle.
pluck
before
Thomas, sothely I the hyghte, º
Come lygge thyne hede downe on my knee,
And [thou] sall se the fayreste syghte,
That ever sawe mane of thi contree.’
command
He did in hyeº als scho hym bade;
Appone hir knee his hede he layde,
For hir to payeº he was full glade,
And thane that lady to hym sayde,
haste
please
‘Seese thou nowe yone faire waye,
That lygges over yone heghe mountayne?
Yone es the waye to hevene for aye,
Whene synfull sawles are passed ther payne.
Seese thou nowe yone other waye,
That lygges lawe bynethe yone rysse?º
Yone es the waye, the sothe to saye,
Unto the joye of paradyse.
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Seese thou yitt yone thirde waye,
That ligges undir yone grene playne?
Yone es the waye, with tene and traye,
Whare synfull saulis suffiris thaire payne.
Bot seese thou nowe yone ferthe waye,
That lygges over yone depe delle?
Yone es the waye — so waylawaye! —
Unto the birnande fyre of helle.
Seese thou yitt yone faire castelle,
[That standis over] yone heghe hill?
Of towne and towre it beris the belle —
In erthe es none lyke it until.
For sothe, Thomas, yone es myne awenne, º
And the kynges of this countree… ’
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Notes

1 For example, the story of Apollonius of Tyre. Similar ‘romance-type’ tales are found around the world.

2 See ‘The Knight of Curtesy and the Fair Lady of Faguell’, ed. McCausland; and Simple Forms pp. 96–7.

3 In Middle English Verse Romances (ed. Sands). Extracts and commentary (including other Havelock references) are in Early Middle English Verse and Prose, eds Bennett and Smithers (revised edn. 1985): pp. 52–64 & 288–97. The spelling ‘Havelock’ denotes a range of romances and tales about this character.

4 For me, it is not worth a sloe (= I can’t do anything).

5 In Middle English Verse Romances (Sands; other editions are listed).

6 See Kittredge, ‘Sir Orfeo’.

7 For example, the first story from Walter Map, above.

8 In Sands, the passage is vv. 195–306; there is a ‘prologue’ printed in some editions, which explains the differing line-numbers. But the passages are easy to identify, whichever edition the reader consults.

9 ‘variegated fur and grey fur’: this phrase indicates opulence (the striped fur may have been squirrel specially imported from Russia).

10 In Sands, these are vv. 411–50.

11 Emaré is in Six Middle English Romances, ed. Mills. For the Handless Maiden, see Bliss Naming and Namelessness, the section entitled Unknown Women esp. La Manekine (and index).

12 Egaré means lost or strayed.

13 In Six Middle English Romances (ed. Mills).

14 Six Middle English Romances.

15 The Romance of the Chevelere Assigne, ed. Gibbs. If Gray used this edition, he silently deleted letters added by the editor (such as ‘e’ at the ends of words marked in italic type).

16 William of Palerne, ed. Skeat.

17 Thus the help of God brought them to a happy end.

18 In Sir Gawain: Eleven Romances and Tales (Hahn’s edition differs slightly from Gray’s here).

19 Te Deum Laudamus (We praise thee, O God) is not a psalm, but has been a song of praise in the Church since early Christian times.

20 In PFMS (vol i), p. 142 ff.

21 [Thomas] The Romance and Prophecies of Thomas of Erceldoune, ed. Murray.

22 This first part is on p. 2 of the edition (the Thornton text); the next begins on p. 5; the edited text is not set out in quatrains.

23 An extensive meadow, or this may be a place-name (the edition has no explanatory notes; cf. the ‘lilly lee’ in Thomas the Rhymer.

24 cf. ‘follee’ in Thomas the Rhymer. The word usually means ‘folly’, but other meanings include ‘park’, a place for hunting and other activities.

25 This section begins on p. 9 of the edition.

26 In Murray’s edition, p. 17 (v. 286).

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