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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Aldingar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our king he kept a false stewarde,<br>Sir Aldingar they him call;<br>A falser steward than he was one,<br>Servde not in bower nor hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wolde have layne by our comelye queene,<br>Her deere worshippe to betraye;<br>Our queene she was a good woman,<br>And evermore said him naye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind,<br>With her hee was never content,<br>Till traiterous meanes he colde devyse,<br>In a fyer to have her brent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a lazar to the kings gate,<br>A lazar both blinde and lame;<br>He tooke the lazar upon his backe, <br>Him on the queenes bed has layne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lye still, lazar, wheras thou lyest,<br>Looke thou goe not hence away;<br>Ile make thee a whole man and a sound<br>In two howers of the day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then went him forth Sir Aldingar,<br>And hyed him to our king:<br>'If I might have grace, as I have space,<br>Sad tydings I could bring.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Say on, say on, Sir Aldingar,<br>Say on the soothe to mee.'<br>'Our queene hath chosen a new, new love,<br>And shee will have none of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If shee had chosen a right good knight,<br>The lesse had beene her shame;<br>But she hath chose her a lazar man,<br>A lazar both blinde and lame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If this be true, thou Aldingar,<br>The tyding thou tellest to me,<br>Then will I make thee a rich, rich knight,<br>Rich both of golde and fee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But if it be false, Sir Aldingar,<br>As God nowe grant it bee!<br>Thy body, I sweare by the holye rood, <br>Shall hang on the gallows tree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He brought our king to the queenes chamber,<br>And opend to him the dore:<br>'A lodlye love,' King Harry says,<br>'For our queene, Dame Elinore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If thou were a man, as thou art none,<br>Here on my sword thoust dye;<br>But a payre of new gallowes shall be built,<br>And there shalt thou hang on hye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth then hyed our king, I wysse,<br>And an angry man was hee,<br>And soone he found Queene Elinore,<br>That bride so bright of blee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now God you save, our Queene madame,<br>And Christ you save and see!<br>Here you have chosen a newe, newe love,<br>And you will have none of mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you had chosen a right good knight,<br>The lesse had been your shame;<br>But you have chose you a lazar man,<br>A lazar both blinde and lame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Therfore a fyer there shall be built,<br>And brent all shalt thou bee.' -<br>'Now out alacke!' sayd our comly queene,<br>'Sir Aldingar's false to mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now out alacke!' sayd our comlye queene, <br>'My heart with griefe will brast:<br>I had thought swevens had never been true,<br>I have proved them true at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I dreamt in my sweven on Thursday eve,<br>I my bed wheras I laye,<br>I dreamt a grype and a grimlie beast<br>Had carryed my crowne awaye;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My gorgett and my kirtle of golde,<br>And all my faire head-geere;<br>And he wold worrye me with his tush,<br>And to his nest y-beare;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Saving there came a little 'gray' hawke,<br>A merlin him they call,<br>Which untill the grounde did strike the grype, <br>That dead he downe did fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Giffe I were man, as now I am none,<br>A battell wold I prove,<br>To fight with that traitor Aldingar:<br>Att him I cast my glove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But seeing Ime able noe battell to make, <br>My liege, grant me a knight<br>To fight with that traitor, Sir Aldingar,<br>To maintaine me in my right.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now forty dayes I will give thee<br>To seeke thee a knight therein:<br>If thou find not a knight in forty dayes,<br>Thy bodye it must brenn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shee sent east, and shee sent west,<br>By north and south bedeene;<br>But never a champion colde she find,<br>Wolde fight with that knight soe keene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now twenty dayes were spent and gone,<br>Noe helpe there might be had;<br>Many a teare shed our comelye queene,<br>And aye her hart was sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came one of the queenes damselles,<br>And knelt upon her knee:<br>'Cheare up, cheare up, my gracious dame,<br>I trust yet helpe may be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And here I will make mine avowe,<br>And with the same me binde,<br>That never will I return to thee,<br>Till I some helpe may finde.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then forth she rode on a faire palfraye,<br>Oer hill and dale about;<br>But never a champion colde she finde,<br>Wolde fighte with that knight so stout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And nowe the daye drewe on a pace,<br>When our good queene must dye;<br>All woe-begonne was that faire damselle,<br>When she found no helpe was nye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All woe-begonne was that fair damselle,<br>And the salt tears fell from her eye;<br>When lo! as she rode by a rivers side,<br>She met with a tinye boye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tinye boy she mette, God wot,<br>All clad in mantle of golde;<br>He seemed noe more in mans likenesse,<br>Then a childe of four yeere olde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why grieve you, damselle faire,' he sayd,<br>'And what doth cause you moane?'<br>The damsell scant wolde deigne a looke,<br>But fast she pricked on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet turne againe, thou faire damselle,<br>And greete thy queene from mee;<br>When bale is att hyest, boote is nyest;<br>Nowe helpe enoughe may bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bid her remember what she dreamt,<br>In her bedd wheras shee laye;<br>How when the grype and the grimly beast<br>Wolde have carried her crowne awaye,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Even then there came the little gray hawke, <br>And saved her from his clawes:<br>Then bidd the queene be merry at hart,<br>For heaven will fende her cause.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back then rode that faire damselle,<br>And her hart it lept for glee:<br>And when she told her gracious dame,<br>A gladd woman then was shee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the appointed day was come,<br>No helpe appeared bye;<br>Then woeful, woeful was her hart,<br>And the teares stood in her eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And nowe a fyer was built of wood,<br>And a stake was made of tree;<br>And now Queene Elinor forth was led,<br>A sorrowful sight to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three times the herault he waved his hand,<br>And three times spake on hye:<br>'Giff any good knight will fende this dame,<br>Come forth, or shee must dye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No knight stood forth, no knight there came,<br>No helpe appeared nye;<br>And now the fyer was lighted up,<br>Queen Elinor she must dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the fyer was lighted up, <br>As hot as hot might bee;<br>When riding upon a little white steed,<br>The tinye boy they see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Away with that stake, away with those brands,<br>And loose our comelye queene:<br>I am come to fight with Sir Aldingar,<br>And prove him a traitor keene.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forthe then he stood Sir Aldingar,<br>But when he saw the chylde,<br>He laughed, and scoffed, and turned his backe,<br>And weened he had been beguylde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now turne, now turne thee, Aldingar,<br>And eyther fighte or flee;<br>I trust that I shall avenge the wronge,<br>Thoughe I am so small to see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boye pulld forth a well good sworde,<br>So gilt it dazzled the ee;<br>The first stroke stricken at Aldingar<br>Smote off his leggs by the knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Stand up, stand up, thou false traitor, <br>And fight upon thy feete,<br>For, and thou thrive as thou begin'st, <br>Of height wee shall be meete.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A priest, a priest,' sayes Aldingar,<br>'While I am a man alive;<br>A priest, a priest,' sayes Aldingar,<br>'Me to the houzle and shrive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wolde have laine by our comlie queene,<br>But shee wolde never consent;<br>Then I thought to betraye her unto our kinge,<br>In a fyer to have her brent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There came a lazar to the kings gates,<br>A lazar both blind and lame;<br>I tooke the lazar upon my backe,<br>And on her bedd had him layne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then ranne I to our comlye king, <br>These tidings sore to tell:<br>But ever alacke!' sayes Aldingar,<br>'Falsing never doth well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Forgive, forgive me, Queene, madame,<br>The short time I must live.'<br>'Nowe Christ forgive thee, Aldingar,<br>As freely I forgive.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here take thy queene, our King Harrye,<br>And love her as thy life,<br>For never had a king in Christentye,<br>A truer and fairer wife.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Henrye ran to claspe his queene,<br>And loosed her full sone; <br>Tuen turned to look for the tinye boye:<br>-- The boye was vanisht and gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But first he had touchd the lazar man,<br>And stroakt him with his hand;<br>The lazar under the gallowes tree<br>All whole and sounde did stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lazar under the gallowes tree<br>Was comelye, straight and tall;<br>King Henrye made him his head stewarde,<br>To wayte withinn his hall.</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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Sir Aldingar they him call;
A falser steward than he was one,
Servde not in bower nor hall.

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Her deere worshippe to betraye;
Our queene she was a good woman,
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