IX.

SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.

THIS ballad is quoted in Shakespeare's second Part of "Henry IV." A. ii. The subject of it is taken from the ancient romance of K. Arthur (commonly called "Morte Arthur") being a poetical translation of Chap. cviii, cix, cx, in Pt. 1st, as they stand in Ed. 1634, 4to. In the older Editions the Chapters are differently numbered.-This song is given from a printed copy, corrected in part by a fragment in the editor's folio MS.

In the same play of 2 Hen. IV. Silence hums a scrap of one of the old ballads of Robin Hood. It is taken from the following stanza of "Robin Hood and the Pindar of Wakefield." "All this beheard three wighty yeomen,

Twas Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John:
With that they espy'd the jolly Pindàr
As he sate under a thorne."

That ballad may be found on every stall, and therefore is not here reprinted.

WHEN Arthur first in court began,

And was approved king,

By force of armes great victorys wanne,

And conquest home did bring.

Then into England straight he came

With fifty good and able

Knights, that resorted unto him,

And were of his round table :

And he had justs and turnaments,
Wherto were many prest,

Wherin some knights did farr excell
And eke surmount the rest.

But one Sir Lancelot du Lake,

Who was approved well,

He for his deeds and feats of armes,

All others did excell.

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When he had rested him a while,

In play, and game, and sportt,
He said he wold goe prove himselfe
In some adventurous sort.

He armed rode in a forrest wide,
And met a damsell faire,

Who told him of adventures great,
Wherto he gave great eare.

"Such wold I find," quoth Lancelott:

"For that cause came I hither."

"Thou seemst," quoth shee, "a knight full good, And I will bring thee thither,

Wheras a mighty knight doth dwell,

That now is of great fame:

Therfore tell me what wight thou art,
And what may be thy name."

"My name is Lancelot du Lake."
Quoth she, "it likes me than :

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Here dwelles a knight who never was
Yet matcht with any man :

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Who has in prison threescore knights
And four, that he did wound;

Knights of king Arthurs court they be,
And of his table round."

She brought him to a river side,

And also to a tree,

Whereon a copper bason hung,

And many shields to see.

He struck soe hard, the bason broke ;
And Tarquin soon he spyed:

Who drove a horse before him fast,
Whereon a knight lay tyed.

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V. 29. "Where" is often used by our old writers for "whereas :"

here it is just the contrary.

V. 18, to sportt. MS.

"Sir knight," then sayd Sir Lancelòtt,
"Bring me that horse-load hither,
And lay him downe, and let him rest;
Weel try our force together:

For, as I understand, thou hast,
Soe far as thou art able,
Done great despite and shame unto
The knights of the Round Table."

"If thou be of the Table Round,"
Quoth Tarquin speedilye,

"Both thee and all thy fellowship I utterly defye."

"That's over much," quoth Lancelott tho,
"Defend thee by and by."

They sett their speares unto their steeds,
And eache att other flie.

They coucht theire speares, (their horses ran,
As though there had beene thunder)
And strucke them each immidst their shields,
Wherewith they broke in sunder.

Their horsses backes brake under them,
The knights were both astound:

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To avoyd their horsses they made haste
And light upon the ground.

They tooke them to their shields full fast,
Their swords they drew out than,

With mighty strokes most eagerlye
Each at the other ran.

They wounded were, and bled full sore,
They both for breath did stand,
And leaning on their swords awhile,
Quoth Tarquine, "Hold thy hand,

And tell to me what I shall aske."

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Say on," quoth Lancelot tho.

"Thou art," quoth Tarquine, "the best knight That ever I did know;

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And like a knight, that I did hate :
Soe that thou be not hee,

I will deliver all the rest,

And eke accord with thee."

"That is well said," quoth Lancelott;
But sith it must be soe,

What knight is that thou hatest thus ?
I pray thee to me show."

"His name is Lancelot du Lake,

He slew my brother deere ;

Him I suspect of all the rest:

I would I had him here."

"Thy wish thou hast, but yet unknowne,
I am Lancelot du Lake,

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Now knight of Arthurs Table Round;
King Hauds son of Schuwake;

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And I desire thee do thy worst."
"Ho, ho!" quoth Tarquin tho,
"One of us two shall end our lives
Before that we do go.

If thou be Lancelot du Lake,

Then welcome shalt thou bee:
Wherfore see thou thyself defend,

For now defye I thee."

They buckled then together so,

Like unto wild boares rashing; *

And with their swords and shields they ran
At one another slashing:

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* "Rashing seems to be the old hunting term to express the stroke made by the wild-boar with his fangs. "To rase "has apparently a meaning something similar. See Mr. Steevens's Note on "K. Lear," A. iii. sc. vii. (Ed. 1793, Vol. xiv. p. 193.) where the quartos read,

"Nor thy fierce sister

In his anointed flesh rash boarish fangs."

So in "K. Richard III." A. iii. sc. ii. (Vol. x. p. 567, 583.)

"He dreamt

To night the Boar had rased off his helm."

The ground besprinkled was with blood:
Tarquin began to yield;

For he gave backe for wearinesse,

And lowe did beare his shield.

This soone Sir Lancelot espyde,
He leapt upon him then,

He pull'd him downe upon his knee,
And rushing off his helm,

Forthwith he strucke his necke in two,

And, when he had soe done,

From prison threescore knights and four
Delivered everye one.

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X.

CORYDON'S FAREWELL TO PHILLIS,

-is an attempt to paint a lover's irresolution, but so poorly executed, that it would not have been admitted into this collection, if it had not been quoted in Shakespeare's "TwelfthNight," A. ii. sc. iii.-It is found in a little ancient miscellany, intitled, "The Golden Garland of Princely Delights," 12mo. bl. let.

In the same scene of the Twelfth-Night, Sir Toby sings a scrap of an old ballad, which is preserved in the Pepys Collection [Vol. i. pp. 33, 496.], but as it is not only a poor dull performance, but also very long, it will be sufficient here to give the first stanza :

If this song of CORYDON, &c. has not more merit, it is at least

an evil of less magnitude.