She curst the weaver, and the walker,1 That clothe that had wrought; And bade a vengeance on his crowne, That hither hath itt brought. When she had tane the mantle, Shee had no more left on her, Then every knight in the king's court Shee threw downe the mantle, Craddocke called forth his ladye, Saith, Winne this mantle, ladye, Winne this mantle, ladye, If thou never did amisse Forth came Craddocke's ladye Shortlye and anon; But boldlye to the mantle When she had tane the mantle, It began to crinkle and crowt:1 Once I did amisse, I tell you certainlye, When I kist Craddocke's mouth When I kist Craddocke's mouth Before he marryed mee. When shee had her shreeven, Crowt-pucker up. Seemelye of coulour Then every knight in Artn's court Then spake dame Guénever She hath tane yonder mantle See you not yonder woman, That maketh herself soe' cleane ?' Priests, clarkes, and wedded men Yett shee taketh the mantle, Then spake the litle boy, Shee is a bitch and a witch, King, in thine owne hall The litle boy stoode 'And there as he was lookinge He was ware of a wyld bore, He brought in the bore's head, And was wonderous bold: He said there was never a cuckold's kniffe Carve itt that cold. 1 1 Fiveteen-fifteeno. 2 Bedcene--continuously. Some rubbed their knives Some threw them under the table, King Arthur and the child Craddocke had a litle knive He britled' the bore's head That every knight in the king's court The litle boy had a horne, Of red gold that ronge: He said, there was noe cuckolde Shall drinke of my horne ; But he shold it sheede Either behind or beforne. Some shedd on their shoulder, He that cold not hitt his mouthe, Put it in his eye: And he that was a cuckold Every man might him see. Craddocke wan the horne, Everye such a lovely ladye 1 Britled-carved. THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAINE Is chiefly taken from the fragment of an old ballad in the folio MS., and is thought to have supplied Chaucer with his "Wife of Bath's Tale." Gower has a story upon the same subject; but, like Chaucer, he may have been acquainted with an earlier version in the "Gesta Romanorum." Scott was reminded of this Ballad by the copy of "King Henrie," which he printed in the " Minstrelsy," iii. 274. PART THE FIRST. KING Arthur lives in merry Carleile, And there with him queene Guenever, And there with him queene Guenever, The king a royale Christmasse kept, And when they were to dinner sette, A boone, a boone, O kinge Arthùre, Avenge me of a carlish knighte, Who hath shent1 my love and mee. At Tearne-Wadling2 his castle stands, And proudlye rise the battlements, 1 Shent-abused. 2 Tearne-Wadling is the name of a small lake near Hesketh, in Cumberland, on the road from Penrith to Carlisle. There is a tradition, that an old castle once stood ncs, the lake, the remains of which were not long since visible. Tearn, in the dialect of the country, signifies a small lake, and is still in use. |