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The tone of them was Adler yonge,

The tother was King Estmere;
They were as bolde men in their deedes,

As any were far and neare.

As they were drinking ale and wine,

Within Kyng Estmere's halle; "When will ye marry a wyfe, brother;

A wyfe to gladd us alle V

Then bespake him, Kynge Estmere,

And answered him hastilee: "I knowe not that ladye in any lande,

That is able to marry with me."

"King Adland hath a daughter, brother,

Men call her bright and sheens; If I were kyng here in your stead,

That ladye sholde be queen."

Sayes, "Reade me, reade me, deare brother,

Throughout merrie England; Where we might find a messenger,

Betweene us two to send1"

Sayes, "You shal ryde yourself, brother,

I'll bear you companee; Many through false messengers are deceived,

And I feare lest soe sholde we."

Thus they renisht them to ryde,

Of twoe good renisht steedes, And when they come to Kyng Adland's halle,

Of red gold shone their weedes.

And when they come to Kynge Adland's halle, Before the goodlye yate There they found good Kyng Adland, Rearing himself thereatt.

"Nowe Christe thee save, good Kyng Adland, Nowe Christ thee save and see!" Said, "You be welcome, Kyng Estmere, Right heartily unto me."

"You have a daughter," said Adler yonge,
"Men call her bright and sheene,

My brother wold marry her to his wyfe,
Of England to be queene."

"Yesterday was at my deare daughter, Syr Bremor the Kyng of Spayne:And then she nicked him of naye, I feare she'll do you the same."

"The Kyng of Spayn is a foule paynim,

And 'lieveth on Mahound;
And pitye it were that fayre ladye,

Shold marry a heathen hound."

"But grant to me," sayes Kyng Estmere,

"For my love I you praye,
That I may see your daughter deare,

Before I goe hence awaye."

"Although itt is seven yeare and more

Syth my daughter was in halle,
She shall come downe once for your sake,

To glad my guestes all."

Down then came that mayden fayre,

With ladyes laced in pall,
And half a hundred of bolde knightes,

To bring her from bowre to halle;
And eke as many gentle squieres,

To waite upon them all.

[Scott has almost literally copied the four last lines of this stanza in the first canto of the "Lay of the Last Minstrel." One of the many obligations that we owe to these old unknown poets, is the inspiration that Sir Walter drew from them, an inspiration to be traced almost as frequently in his prose, as in his verse.]

The talents of golde were on her head sette

Hunge lowe down to her knee;
And every rynge on her smalle finger

Shone of the chrystall free.

Sayes, "Christ you save, my deare madame;"

Sayes, "Christ you save and see I"
Sayes, "You be welcome, Kyng Estmere,

Right welcome unto me.

"And iff you love me as you saye,

So well and heartilee;
All that ever you are comen about, Soone sped now itt may bee."

Then bespake her father deare:

"My daughter, I say naye; Remember well the Kyng of Spayn,

What he sayd yesterdaye.

"He wolde pull down my halles and castles,

And reeve me of my lyfe;
And ever I feare that paynim kyng,

If I reeve him of his wyfe."

"Tour castles and your towres, father,

Are stronglye built aboute;
And therefore of that foul paynim,

Wee neede not stande in doubte.

"Plyghte me your troth nowe, Kyng Estmere, By Heaven and your righte hande, That you will marrye me to your wyfe, And make me queen of your lande."

Then Kyng Estmere, he plight his troth,

By Heaven and his right hand,
That he would marrye her to his wyfe,

And make her queen of his lande.

And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre,

To go to his own contree; To fetch him dukes, and lordes, and knightes,

That marryed they might be.

They had not ridden scant a myle,

A myle forthe of the towne,
But in did come the Kyng of Spayne,

With kempes many a one. But in did come the Kyng of Spayne,

With many a grimm bardne Tone day to marrye Kyng Adland's daughter,

Tother day to carrye her home.

Then she sent after Kyng Estmere,

In all the spede might bee,
That he must either returne and fighte,

Or goe home and lose his ladye.

One whyle then the page he went,

Another whyle he ranne;
Till he had o'ertaken Kyng Estmere,

I wis he never blanne.

"Tydinges1 tydinges! Kyng Estmere!""What tydinges nowe, my boye 1" "Oh, tydinges I can tell to you, That will you sore annoye.

"You had not ridden scant a myle,

A myle out of the towne,
But in did come the Kyng of Spayne,

With kempes many a one.

"But in did come the Kyng of Spayne,

With many a bold bardne Tone day to marrye Kyng Adland's daughter,

Tother day to carry her home.

"That ladye faire she greetes you well,

And evermore well, by me:
You must either turne again and flghte,

Or goe home and lose your ladye."

Sayes, "Reade me, reade me, deare brother,

My reade shall ryde at thee, Which waye we best may turne and flghte,

To save this fayre ladye V

"Now hearken to me," sayes Adler yonge,
"And your reade must rise at me, I quicklye will devise a waye,
To sette thy ladye free.

"My mother was a western woman,

And learned in gramarye,
And when I learned at the schole,

Something she taught itt me.

"There groweth an hearbe within this fielde,

And iff it were but known,
His color which is whyte and redde,

It will make blacke and browne.

"His color which is browne and blacke,

It will make redde and whyte; That sworde is not all Englande,

Upon his coate will byte.

"And you shall be a harper, brother,

Out of the north countrSe;
And I'll be your boye so faine of flghte,

To beare your harpe by your knee.

"And you shall be the best harper,

That ever took harp in hand, And I will be the best singer,

That ever songe in the land.

"It shal be written in our forheads,

All and in gramarye,
That we twoe are the boldest men,

That are in all Christentye."

And thus they renisht them to ryde,

On twoe good renisht steedes, And when they came to Kyng Adland's halle,

Of redd gold shone their weedes.

And when they came to Kyng Adland's halle,

Untill the fayre hall yate,
There they found a proud porter,

Rearing himselfe thereatt.

Sayes, "Christ thee save, thou proud portir," Sayes, "Christ thee save and see.""Now you be welcome," sayd the porter,"Of what land soever ye be."

"We been harpers," sayd Adler yonge,
"Come out of the north countree;

We been come hither untill this place,
This proud wedding for to see."

Sayd, "An your color were whyte and redd,

As it is blacke and browne,
I'd say Kyng Estmere and his brother,

Were comen until this towne."

Then they pulled out a ryng of gold,

Layd it on the porter's arme, "And ever we will thee proud porter,

Thou wilt say us no harme."

Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere,

And sore he handled the ryng,
Then opened to them the fayre hall yates,

He lett for no kind of thyng.

Kyng Estmere he light off his steede,

Up at the fayre hall board; The frothe that came from his bridle bitte,

Light on Kyng Bremor's beard.

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