Her lovely lord she found Lye slaine upon the ground, Smear'd with gore a ghastlye streame. Which his lady spying, Shrieking, fainting, crying, Her sorrows could not uttered bee: Fate, she cryed, too cruell: 95 Would God! that I had dyed for thee. 100 All in vaine she wooed, The prince's life was fled and gone. There stood she still mourning, Till the suns retourning, And bright day was coming on. 115 120 1 The for'ster all amazed, On her beautye gazed, 150 Till his heart was set on fire. If, faire maid, quoth hee, You will goe with mee, You shall have your hearts desire. And above all other He sett forth this maidens praise. 155 The left side to behold, Of woollen cloth still framed hee*. This will remind the reader of the livery and device of Charles Brandon, a private gentleman, who married the Queen And decke his children there In costly robes of pearl and gold. Queen Dowager of France, sister of Henry VIII. At a tournament which he held at his wedding, the trappings of his horse were half cloth of gold, and half frieze, with the following motto: "Cloth of Gold, do not despise, "Tho' thou art matcht with Cloth of Frize; "Cloth of Frize, be not too bold, "Tho' thou art matcht with Cloth of Gold." See Sir W. Temple's Misc. vol. III. p. 356. The The forrester replying, And the cause descrying*, To the king these words did say, Well may they, by their mother, Weare rich clothes with other, Being by birth a princesse gay. The king aroused thus, More heedfullye beheld them, Till a crimson blush His remembrance crost. The more I fix my mind On thy wife and children, The more methinks I find The daughter which I lost. 195 200 205 And chiefe of his commanders: Thus were their sorrowes put to flight. * i. e. describing. See Gloss. 220 ** |