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O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth,
She's alive, she is not dead ; • Here she standeth by thy side,
And is ready to be thy bride.'
O farewell grief, and welcome joy,
Ten thousand times and more ; For now I have seen mine own true love, • That I thought I should have seen no more !'
THE KING OF FRANCE'S DAUGHTER."
In the days of old,
When fair France did flourish,
Lovers felt annoy :
Beauteous, fair, and lovely,
She was his only joy.
* The full 'title in the old copies, is 'An excellent ballad of a prince of England's courtship to the king of France's daughter, and how the prince was disasterously slain, and how the aforesaid princess was afterwards married to a forrester.' The story of this ballad seems to be taken from an incident in the domestic history of Charles the Bald, king of France. His daughter Judith was betrothed to Ethelwulph, king of England ; but before the marriage was consuminated, Ethelwulph died, and she returned to France; whence she was carried off by Baldwyn, Forester of Flanders; who after many crosses and difficulties, at length obtained the king's con
A prince from England came,
He woo'd her long, and lo! at last,
Their hearts in one were linked fast,
And tormented in his mind !
Fortune crossed lovers kind.
When these princes twain
Were thus barr'd of pleasure,
Of state and royal blood :
To meet her love and heart's delight;
sent to their marriage, and was made Earl of Flanders. This hap. pened abont A. D. 863.-See Rapin, Henault, and the French Historians. Percy.
Chanced as he sat alone; By outlaws he was robbed, And with a poniard stabbed,
Uttering many a dying groan,
The princess armed by him,
And by true desire, Wandering all that night,
Without dread at all ; Still unknown she pass’d,
In her strange attire, Coming at the last,
Within echo's call, • You fair woods, (quoth she) Honoured may you be,
Harbouring my heart's delight : " Which doth encompass here, My joy and only dear,
. My trusty friend and comely knight. • Sweet, I come unto thee, Sweet, I come to woo thee, * That thou may'st not angry
e ; For my long delaying, "And thy courteous staying,
Amends for all I'll make to thee,
Passing thus alone
Through the silent forest, Many a grievous groan
Sounded in her ear; Where she heard a man
To lament the sorest Chance, that ever came' ;
Fore'd by deadly strife,
* For why, my life is at an end ; * For thy sweet sake I die, Through villains' cruelty,
* To show I am a faithful friend : • Here lie I a-bleeding, • While my thoughts are feeding
On the rarest beauty found; O hard hap that may be, • Little knows my lady,
. My heart's blood lies on the ground.'
With that he gave a groan,
That did break asunder All the tender strings
Of his gentle heart : She who knew his voice,
At his tale did wonder; All her former joys
Did to grief convert : Straight she ran to see, Who this man should be,
That so like her love did speak; And found, when as she came, Her lovely lord lay slain,
Smear'd in blood, which life did break : Which when she espied, Lord, how sore she cried !
Her sorrows could not counted be; Her eyes like fountains running, While she cried out, “My darling,
"Would God that I had died for thee!'
His pale lips, alas!
Twenty times she kissed, And his face did wash
With her brinish tears ; Every bleeding wound,
Her fair face bedewed, Wiping off the blood
With her golden hair : Speak, my love, (quoth she) • Speak, dear prince, to me,
• One sweet word of comfort give ; Lift up thy fair eyes, • Listen to my cries,
* Think in what great grief I live.' All in vain she sued, All in vain she wooed,
The princes life was fled and gone; There stood she still mourning, Till the sun's returning,
And bright day was coming on.
In this great distress,
Quoth this royal lady, · Who can now express,
" What will become of me?
* Where I may placed be.' Whilst she thus made her moan, Weeping all alone,
In this deep and deadly fear,