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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Robin of Portingale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the mayors daughter of Lin, God wott,<br>He chose her to his wife,<br>And thought with her to have lived in love,<br>But they fell to hate and strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They scarce were in their wee-bed laid,<br>And scarce was hee asleepe,<br>But upp shee rose, and forth shee goes,<br>To the steward, and gan to weepe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles?<br>Or be you not within?<br>Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles,<br>Arise and let me inn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, I am waking, sweete,' he said,<br>'Sweete ladye, what is your will?'<br>'I have unbethought me of a wile,<br>How my wed-lord weel spill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twenty-four good knights,' shee sayes,<br>'That dwell about this towne,<br>Even twenty-four of my next cozens,<br>Will helpe to dinge him downe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that beheard his litle foote-page,<br>As he watered his masters steed,<br>And for his masters sad perille<br>His verry heart did bleed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He mourned, sighed, and wept full sore;<br>I sweare by the holy roode,<br>The teares he for his master wept<br>Were blent water and bloude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that beheard his deare master<br>As he stood at his garden pale:<br>Sayes, 'Ever alacke, my litle footpage,<br>What causes thee to wail?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hath any one done to thee wronge,<br>Any of thy fellowes here?<br>Or is any of thy good friends dead,<br>That thou shedst manye a teare?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Or, if it be my head bookes-man,<br>Aggrieved he shal bee,<br>For no man here within my howse,<br>Shall doe wrong unto thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, it is not your head bookes-man,<br>Nor none of his degree,<br>But on to-morrow, ere it be noone,<br>All deemed to die are yee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And of that bethank your head steward, <br>And thank your gay ladye.'<br>'If this be true, my litle foot-page,<br>The heyre of my land thoust bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If it be not true, my dear master,<br>No good death let me die.'<br>'If it be not true, thou litle foot-page,<br>A dead corse shalt thou lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O call now downe my faire ladye,<br>O call her downe to mee;<br>And tell my ladye gay how sicke,<br>And like to die I bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Downe then came his ladye faire,<br>All clad in purple and pall,<br>The rings that were on her fingers<br>Cast light throughout the hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What is your will, my owne wed-lord?<br>What is your will with mee?'<br>'O see, my ladye deere, how sicke,<br>And like to die I bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And thou be sicke, my owne wed-lord,<br>Soe sore it grieveth me,<br>But my five maydens and myselfe<br>Will 'watch thy' bedde for thee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And at the waking of your first sleepe,<br>We will a hott drinke make;<br>And at the waking of your 'next' sleepe<br>Your sorrowes we will slake.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He put a silk cote on his backe,<br>And mail of many a fold;<br>And hee putt a steele cap on his head,<br>Was gilt with good red gold;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He layd a bright browne sword by his side,<br>And another att his feete;<br>'And twentye good knights he placed at hand,<br>To watch him in his sleepe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And about the middle time of the night,<br>Came twentye-four traitours inn:<br>Sir Giles he was the foremost man,<br>The leader of that ginn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Robin with his bright browne sword <br>Sir Gyles head soon did winn;<br>And scant of all those twenty-four<br>Went out one quick agenn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None save only a litle foot-page,<br>Crept forth at a window of stone,<br>And he had two armes when he came in,<br>And he went back with one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upp then came that ladye gaye<br>With torches burning bright;<br>She thought to have brought Sir Gyles a drinke,<br>Butt she found her owne wedd-knight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first thinge that she stumbled on,<br>It was Sir Gyles his foote:<br>Sayes, 'Ever alacke, and woe is mee,<br>Here lyes my sweete hart-roote!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next thinge that she stumbled on,<br>It was Sir Gyles his heade:<br>Sayes, 'Ever alacke, and woe is mee,<br>Heere lyes my true love deade!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cutt the papers beside her brest,<br>And didd her body spille;<br>He cutt the eares beside her heade,<br>And bade her love her fille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He called then up his litle foot page,<br>And made him there his heyre;<br>And sayd, 'Henceforth my worldlye goodes<br>And countrye I forsweare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shope the crosse on his right shoulder,<br>Of the white 'clothe' and the redde,<br>And went him into the Holy Land,<br>Wheras Christ was quicke and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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He chose her to his wife,
And thought with her to have lived in love,
But they fell to hate and strife.

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And scarce was hee asleepe,
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