17. For of my pane thow maid it play; As thow hes done, sa sall I say, "Murne on, 'Makyne, the howp of all my heill, Makyne went hame blyth anneuche Robin murnit, and Makyne leuche; Scho sang, he sichit sair: And so left him baith wo and wreuch, In dolour and in cair, Kepand his hird under a huche THIS The Bludy Serk HIS hinder yeir I hard be tald Dukis, Erlis, and Barronis bald, 16. howp] hope. but lett] without hindrance. enough. holttis hair] grey woodlands. wreuch] peevish. 17. hinder yeir] last year. anneuche] leuche] laughed. The Lord was ancean and ald, Off all fairheid scho bur the flour, Thair dwelt a lyt besyde the King Away with hir is gane, And kest her in his dungering Quhair licht scho micht se nane; He wes the laithliest on to luk fairheid] beauty. scho wynnit] paramour] a lyt besyde] kest] cast. hellis dungering] dungeon. into hir waine] in her lodging. cruk] hell-claw. Thair wes nane that he ourtuk, He held the Lady day and nycht To fecht with him beth day and nycht, The King gart seik baith fer and neir, Off ony knycht gif he mycht heir That Prince come prowdly to the toun Of that Gyand to heir, And fawcht with him, his awin persoun, And tuke him presoneir, And kest him in his awin dungeoun Allane withouten feir, With hungir, cauld, and confusioun, quhill] until. himself. dungin doun] beaten down. withouten feir] without companion. his awin persoun] Syne brak the bour, had hame the bricht Sa evill wondit wes the Knycht Unlusum was his likame dicht, In all the world was thair a wicht se? So peteouss for to se The Lady murnyt and maid grit mane, 'I luvit nevir lufe bot ane, That dulfully now is dicht; Or ellis in begging evir to gane He said 'Fair lady, now mone I Quhen men cumis yow to wow.' Quhen that scho lukit to the sark Scho thocht on the persoun, the bricht] the fair one. likame] body. lowsit hir of bandoun] loosed her from thraldom. Quhair scho was wont to sit full merk And evir quhill scho wes in quert, Sa weill the Lady luvit the Knycht Sa suld we do beth day and nycht, This King is lyk the Trinitie, The Knycht to Chryst, that deit on tre And coft our synnis deir; The pit to Hele with panis fell, The Syn to the woweir. The Lady was wowd, but scho said nay With men that wald hir wed; quert] prison. coft] bought. straitly led] strictly carried out. |