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 daughter and heiress of  Danby; of Yafforth。  Friar Theobald cannot be traced; and therefore  we may suppose that the monk had some other name; the minstrel  author; albeit a Wickliffite; not thinking it quite prudent;  perhaps; to introduce a priest IN PROPRIA PERSONA。  The story is  told with spirit; and the verse is graceful and flowing。'


FITTE THE FIRSTE。

YE men that will of aunters wynne; That late within this lande hath bin; Of on I will yow telle; And of a sewe that was sea strang; Alas! that ever scho lived sea lang; For fell folk did scho wele。 (13)

Scho was mare than other three; The grizeliest beast that ere mote bee Her hede was greate and graye; Scho was bred in Rokebye woode; Ther war few that thither yoode; (14) But cam belive awaye。

Her walke was endlang Greta syde; Was no barne that colde her byde; That was fra heven or helle; (15) Ne never man that had that myght; That ever durst com in her syght; Her force it was sea felle。

Raphe (16) of Rokebye; with full gode wyll; The freers of Richmonde gav her tyll; Full wele to gar thayme fare; Freer Myddeltone by name; Hee was sent to fetch her hame; Yt rewed him syne full sare。

Wyth hym tooke hee wyght men two; Peter of Dale was on of tho; Tother was Bryan of Beare; (17) Thatte wele durst strike wyth swerde and knife; And fyght full manlie for theyr lyfe; What tyme as musters were。 (18)

These three men wended at theyr wyll; This wickede sewe gwhyl they cam tyll; Liggand under a tree; Rugg'd and rustic was her here; Scho rase up wyth a felon fere; (19) To fyght agen the three。

Grizely was scho for to meete; Scho rave the earthe up wyth her feete; The barke cam fra' the tree: When Freer Myddeltone her saugh; Wete yow wele hee list not laugh; Full earnestful luik'd hee。

These men of auncestors (20) were so wight; They bound them bauldly for to fyght; And strake at her full sare; Until a kilne they garred her flee; Wolde God sende thayme the victorye; They wolde aske hym na maire。

The sewe was in the kilne hoile doone; And they wer on the bawke aboone; For hurting of theyr feete; They wer sea sauted (21) wyth this sewe; That 'mang thayme was a stalwarth stewe; The kilne began to reeke!

Durst noe man nighe her wyth his hande; But put a rape downe wyth a wande; And heltered her ful meete; They hauled her furth agen her wyll; Qunyl they cam until a hille; A little fra the streete。 (22)

And ther scho made thayme sike a fray; As; had they lived until Domesday; They colde yt nere forgette: Scho brayded upon every syde; And ranne on thayme gapyng ful wyde; For nathing wolde scho lette。

Scho gaf sike hard braydes at the bande That Peter of Dale had in his hande; Hee myght not holde hys feete; Scho chased thayme sea to and fro; The wight men never wer sea woe; Ther mesure was not mete。

Scho bound her boldly to abide; To Peter of Dale scho cam aside; Wyth mony a hideous yelle; Scho gaped sea wide and cryed sea hee; The freer sayd; 'I conjure thee; Thou art a fiend of helle!

'Thou art comed hider for sum trayne; I conjure thee to go agayne; Wher thou was wont to dwell。' He sained hym wyth crosse and creede; Tooke furth a booke; began to reade; In Ste Johan hys gospell。

The sewe scho wolde not Latyne heare; But rudely rushed at the freer; That blynked all his blee; (23) And when scho wolde have takken holde; The freer leapt as I。 H。 S。 wolde; (24) And bealed hym wyth a tree。

Scho was brim as anie beare; For all their meete to laboure there; To thayme yt was noe boote; On tree and bushe that by her stode; Scho venged her as scho wer woode; And rave thayme up by roote。

Hee sayd; 'Alas that I wer freer; I shal bee hugged asunder here; Hard is my destinie! Wiste my brederen; in this houre; That I was set in sike a stoure; They wolde pray for mee!'

This wicked beaste thatte wrought the woe; Tooke that rape from the other two; And than they fledd all three; They fledd away by Watling streete; They had no succour but their feete; Yt was the maire pittye。

The fielde it was both loste and wonne; The sewe wente hame; and thatte ful soone; To Morton…on…the…Greene。 When Raphe of Rokeby saw the rape; He wist that there had bin debate; Whereat the sewe had beene。

He bade thayme stand out of her waye; For scho had had a sudden fraye; … 'I saw never sewe sea keene; Some new thingis shall wee heare; Of her and Myddeltone the freer; Some battel hath ther beene。'

But all that served him for nought; … Had they not better succour sought; (25) They wer served therfore loe。 Then Mistress Rokebye came anon; And for her brought scho meete ful soone; The sewe cam her untoe。

Scho gav her meete upon the flower; 'Scho made a bed beneath a bower; With moss and broom besprent; The sewe was gentle as mote be; Ne rage ne ire flashed fra her e'e; Scho seemed wele content。'

FITTE THE SECONDE。

When Freer Myddeltone com home; Hys breders war ful faine ilchone; And thanked God for hys lyfe; He told thayme all unto the ende; How hee had foughten wyth a fiende; And lived thro' mickle stryfe。

'Wee gav her battel half a daye; And was faine to flee awaye For saving of oure lyfe; And Peter Dale wolde never blin; But ran as faste as he colde rinn; Till he cam till hys wyfe。'

The Warden sayde; 'I am ful woe That yow sholde bee torment soe; But wee had wyth yow beene! Had wee bene ther; yowr breders alle; Wee wolde hav garred the warlo (26) falle; That wrought yow all thys teene。'

Freer Myddeltone; he sayde soon; 'Naye; In faythe ye wolde hav ren awaye; When moste misstirre had bin; Ye all can speke safte wordes at home; The fiend wolde ding yow doone ilk on; An yt bee als I wene;

Hee luik'd sea grizely al that nyght。' The Warden sayde; 'Yon man wol fyght If ye saye ought but gode; Yon guest (27) hath grieved hym sea sore; Holde your tongues; and speake ne more; Hee luiks als hee wer woode。'

The Warden waged (28) on the morne; Two boldest men that ever wer borne; I weyne; or ere shall bee: Tone was Gilbert Griffin sonne; Ful mickle worship hadde hee wonne; Both by land and sea。

Tother a bastard sonne of Spaine; Mony a Sarazin hadde hee slaine; Hys dint hadde garred thayme dye。 Theis men the battel undertoke Agen the sewe; as saythe the boke; And sealed securitye;

That they shold boldly bide and fyghte; And scomfit her in maine and myghte; Or therfor sholde they dye。 The Warden sealed toe thayme againe; And sayde; 'If ye in fielde be slaine; This condition make I:

'Wee shall for yow praye; syng; and reade; Until Domesdaye wyth heartye speede; With al our progenie。' Then the lettres wer wele made; The bondes wer bounde wyth seales brade; As deeds of arms sholde bee。

Theise men…at…arms thatte wer sea wight; And wyth theire armour burnished bryght; They went the sewe toe see。 Scho made at thayme sike a roare; That for her they fear it sore; And almaiste bounde to flee。

Scho cam runnyng thayme agayne; And saw the bastarde sonne of Spaine; Hee brayded owt hys brande; Ful spiteouslie at her hee strake; Yet for the fence that he colde make; Scho strake it fro hys hande; And rave asander half hys sheelde; And bare hym backwerde in the fielde; Hee mought not her gainstande。

Scho wolde hav riven hys privich geare; But Gilbert wyth hys swerde of warre; Hee strake at her ful strang。 In her shouther hee held the swerde; Than was Gilbert sore afearde; When the blade brak in twang。

And whan in hande hee had her ta'en; Scho toke hym by the shouther bane; And held her hold ful faste; Scho strave sea stifflie in thatte stoure; Scho byt thro' ale hys rich armoure; Till bloud cam owt at laste。

Than Gilbert grieved was sea sare; That hee rave off the hyde of haire; The flesh cam fra the bane; And wyth force hee held her ther; And wanne her worthilie in warre; And band her hym alane;

And lifte her on a horse sea hee; Into two panyers made of a tree; And toe Richmond anon。 When they sawe the felon come; They sange merrilye Te Deum! The freers evrich one。

They thankyd God and Saynte Frauncis; That they had wonne the beaste of pris; And nere a man was sleyne: There never didde man more manlye; The Knyght Marone; or Sir Guye; Nor Louis of Lothraine。

If yow wyl any more of thys; I' the fryarie at Richmond (29) written yt is; In parchment gu

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