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O whan fifteen weeks was come and gane, food, or putting it into liquor, was anciently supFifteen weeks and three,

posed to be a common mode of administering poison ; That lassie began to look thin and pale,

as appears from the following curious account of the An' to long for his merry-twinkling ee.

death of King John, extracted from a MS. Chronicle It fell on a day, on a het simmer day,

of England, penes John Clerk, Esq. advocate.' “And, She was ca’ing out her father's kye,

in the same tyme, the pope sente into Englond a Bye came a troop o' gentlemen,

legate, that men cald Swals, and he was prest carA' merrilie riding bye.

dinal of Rome, for 10 mayntene King Johnes cause

agens the barons of Englond ; but the barons had so “Weel may ye save an' see, bonny may,

much pte (poustie, i. e. power) through Lewys, the Weel may ye save and see!

kinges sone of Fraunce, that Kinge Johne wist not Wcel I wat, ye be a very bonny may,

wher for to wend ne gone : and so hitt fell, that he But whae's aught that babe ye are wi’?”

wold bave gone to Suchold, and as he went theNever a word could that lassie say,

durward, he come by the abbey of Swinshed, and For never a ane could she blame,

ther he abode ir dayes. And, as he sate at meat, he An' never a word could the lassie say,

askyd a monke of the house, how moche a lofe was But “ I have a gudeman at hame.”.

worth, that was before hym sete at the table? and "Ye lied, ye lied, my very bonny may,

the monke sayd that loffe was worthe bot ane halfSae loud as I hear you lie;

penny. '0!' quod the Kyng, 'this is a grette cheppe For dinna ye mind that misty night

of brede ; now,' said the king, and yff I may, such I was i’ the bought wi' thee?

a loffe shall be worth xxd, or half a yer be gone : '

and when he said the word, muche he thought, and “I ken you by your middle sae jimp,

ofte tymes sighed, and nome and ete of the bred, and An' your merry-twinkling ee,

said, “By Gode, the word that I have spokyn shall That ye're the bonny lass i' the Cowdenknow,

be sothe.' The monke, that stode before the kyng, An' ye may weel seem for to be.” —

was ful sory in his hert; and thought rather he wold Then he's leapt off his berry-brown steed, himself suffer peteous deth ; and thought yff he An' he's set that fair may on

myght ordeyn therfore sum remedy. And anon the “Ca' out your kye, gude father, yoursell,

monke went unto his abbott, and was schryvyd of For she's never ca' them out again.

him, and told the abbott all that the kyng said, and “I am the Laird of the Oakland bills,

prayed his abbott to assoyl him, for he wold gyffe I hae thirty plows and three;

the kyng such a wassayle, that all Englond shuld be

glad and joyful therof. Tho went the monke into An' I hae gotten the bonniest lass That's in a' the south countrie."

a gardene, and fonde a tode therin ; and toke her upp, and put hyr in a cuppe, and filled it with good ale, and pryked hyr in every place, in the cuppe, till

the venome come out in every place; an brought hitt LORD RANDAL.

befor the kyng, and knelyd, and said, “Sir, wassayle;

for never in your lyfe drancke ye of such a cuppe.' There is a beautiful air to this old ballad. The —Begyne, monke,' quod the king; and the monke hero is more generally termed Lord Ronald; but I dranke a gret draute, and toke the kyng the cuppe, willingly follow the authority of an Ettrick Forest and the kyng also drank a greti draute, and set copy for calling him Randal; because, though the downe the cuppe.- The monke anon went to the Farcircumstances are so very different, I think it not marye, and ther dyed anone, on whose soule God impossible, that the ballad may have originally re have mercy, Amen. And v monkes syng for his garded the death of Thomas Randolph, or Randal, soule especially, and shall while the abbey stondith. Earl of Murray, nephew to Robert Bruce, and go- The kyng was anon ful evil at ese, and comaunded to vernor of Scotland. This great warrior died at Mus remove the table, and askyd aftur the monke ; and selburgh, 1332, at the moment when his services men told him that he was ded, for his wombe was were most necessary to bis country, already threa- broke in sondur. When the king herd this tidyng, tened by an English army. For this sole reason, he comaundyd for to trusse ; but all hit was for perhaps, our historians obstinately impute his death nought, for his bely began to swelle for the drink to poison. See The Bruce, Book xx. Fordun re that he dranke, that he dyed within in days, the moro peats, and Boece echoes, this story, both of whom aftur Seynt Luke's day.” charge the murder on Edward III. But it is com A different account of the poisoning of King John bated successfully by Lord Hailes, in bis Remarks on is given in a MS. Chronicle of England, written in the History of Scotland.

the minority of Edward III., and contained in the The substitution of some venomous reptile for Auchinleck MS. of Edinburgh. Though not exactly

(Mr. Clerk became a judge of the Court of Session by the title of Lord Eldin, and died in 1831.—ED. ]

to our present purpose, the passage is curious, and I shall quote it without apology. The author has mentioned the interdict laid on John's kingdom by the Pope, and continues thus :

He swore bis oath, per la croyde,
His wombe wald brest a thre;
He wald have risen fram the bord
Ac he ne spake never more word :
Thus ended his time,
Y wis he had an evel fine."

“ He was sul wroth and grim, For no prest wald sing for him. He made tho his parlement, And swore his croy de verament, That he shuld make such asant, To fede all Inglonde with a spand, And eke with a white lof, Therefore I hope he was God-loth. A monk it herd of Swines heued, And of his wordes he was adred, He went hym to his fere, And seyd to hem in this maner : *The King has made a sori otb, That he schal with a white lof Fede al Inglonde, and with a spand, Y wis it were a sori saut And belter is that we die to, Than al Inglond be so wo. Ye schul for me belles ring, And after wordes rede and sing; So helpe you God, heven King, Granteth me alle now min asking, And Ichim wil with puseoun slo, Ne shall he never Inglond do wo.'

Shakspeare, from such old Chronicles, has drawn bis authority for the last fine scene in King John. But he probably had it from Caxton, who uses nearly the 'words of the prose chronicle. Hemingford tells the same tale with the metrical historian. It is certain, that John increased the flux, of which he died, by the intemperate use of peaches and of ale, which may have given rise to the story of the poison.-See MATTHEW PARIS.

To return to the ballad ; there is a very similar song, in which, apparently to excite greater interest in the nursery, the handsome young bunter is exchanged for a little child, poisoned by a false stepmother. 3

.

LORD RANDAL.

“His brethren him graunt alle his bone, He let him shrive swithe sone, To make his soule fair and clene, To for our leued i heveu queen, That sche schuld for him be, To for her son in trivité.

“Dansimond zede and gadred frut, For solhe were plommes white, The steles 2 he pyld out evirichon, Puisoun he dede theriu anon, And tt the steles al ogen, That the gile schuld nought be sen. He dede hem in a coupe of gold, And went to the kinges bord; On knes he him selt, The king full fair he grett; Sir,' he said, 'by Seynt Austin, This is frout of our garden, And gif that your wil be, Assayet herof after me.' Dansiniond ete frut, on and on, And al iho other ele King Jon; The monk aros, and went his way, God gif his soule wel gode day; He gaf King Jon ther his puisoun, Himself had that ilk doun, He dede, it is nouther for mirthe ne ond, Bot for to save al Inglond.

“O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son ? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man ?”“I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed

soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young

man?” “I dined wi' my true-love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."“What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young

man?” “I gat eels boil'd in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi’hunting, and fain wald lie down.”“What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal,

my son ? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome

young man ?” “Othey swell’d and they died; mother, make my bed

soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.". “O I fear ye are poison'd, Lord Randal, my sun ! O I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!”. O yes! I am poison’d; mother, make

my
bed

soon, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down." 4

“ The King Jon sate at mete, His wombe to wex grete ;

· Hope, for think.- Sleles-Stalks.

3 [ This nursery song is probably that inserted in Buchan's Collection, 1828, vol. ii. p. 179—Willie Doo," i. e. dove :

" Where hae ye been a' day,

Willie Doo, Willie Doo?
W bare bae ye been a' day,

Willie, my doo ?
“I've been to see my stepmother,

Mak my bed, lay me down ;
Mak my bed, lay me down,

Die shall I now," elc.-Ep.]

4 [In the edition of this ballad published by Mr. Kinloch in 1827, the name of the hero is Lord Donald-very natural in a porth country version. The youth is poisoned by a dish of loads, served up as fish, to which the Editor thinks we owe the Scotch phrase, of“ getting frogs for fish "-i. e. fou! play-introduced in the subsequent ballad of Katharine Janfurie. The last verse is

" Wbat will se leave to your true love, Lord Donald, my son ?

What will ye leave to your true love, my jollie young man?"“ The tow and the balter for to hang on yon tree,

And let her bang there for the poysoning o' me."— P. 113.-Ed.)

SIR HUGH LE BLOND.

wanting in real history. The most solemn part of

a knight's oath was to defend “all widows, orpheThis ballad is a northern composition, and seems lines, and maidens of gude fame.”'-LINDSAY's Heto have been the original of the legend called Sir Aloraldry, MS. The love of arms was a real passion dingar, which is printed in the Reliques of Ancient of itself, which blazed yet more fiercely when united Poetry. The incidents are nearly the saine in both with the enthusiastic admiration of the fair sex. ballads, excepting that, in Aldingar, an angel combats The Knight of Chaucer exclaims, with chivalrous for the queen, instead of a mortal champion. The

energy, names of Aldingar and Rodingham approach near to

“ To fight for a lady! a benedicite! each other in sound, though not in orthography, and

It were a lusty sight for to see." the one might, by reciters, be easily substituted for the other. I think I have seen both the name and It was an argument, seriously urged by Sir John of the story in an ancient prose chronicle, but am Heinault, for making war upon Edward II. in behalf unable to make any reference in support of my be- of his banished wife, Isabella, that knights were lief.

bound to aid, to their uttermost power, all distressed The tradition, upon which the ballad is founded, | damsels, living without counsel or comfort. is universally current in the Mearns; and the Editor An apt illustration of the ballad would have been is informed, that, till very lately, the sword, with the combat undertaken by three Spanish champions which Sir Hugh le Blond was believed to have defended against three Moors of Grenada, in defence of the the life and honour of the Queen, was carefully pre- honour of the Queen of Grenada, wife to Mahommed served by his descendants, the Viscounts of Arbuthnot. Chiquito, the last monarch of that kingdom. But I That Sir Hugh of Arbuthnot lived in the thirteenth have not at hand Las Guerras Civiles de Granada, century, is proved by his having, 1282, bestowed the in which that achievement is recorded. Raymond patronage of the church of Garvoch upon the Monks Berenger, Count of Barcelona, is also said to have of Aberbrothwick, for the safety of his soul.-Re-defended, in single combat, the life and honour of gister of Aberbrothwick, quoted by Crawford in Peer- the Empress Matilda, wife of the Emperor Henry V., age. But I find no instance in history, in which the and mother to Henry II. of England.--See ANTONIO honour of a Queen of Scotland was committed to the Ulloa, del vero Honore Militare, Venice, 1569. chance of a duel. It is true, that Mary, wife of A less apocryphal example is the duel, fought in Alexander II., was, about 1242, somewhat implicated 1387, betwixt Jaques le Grys and John de Carogne, in a dark story, concerning the murder of Patrick, before the King of France. These warriors were Earl of Athole, burned in his lodging at Haddington, retainers of the Earl of Alençon, and originally where he had gone to attend a great tournament. sworn brothers. John de Carogne went over the The relations of the deceased baron accused of the sea, for the advancement of bis fame, leaving in his murder Sir William Bisat, a powerful nobleman, who castle a beautiful wife, where she lived soberly and appears to have been in such high favour with the sagely. But the devil entered into the heart of Jaques young Queen, that she offered her oath, as a com

le Grys, and he rode, one morning, from the Earl's purgator, to prove his innocence. Bisat himself stood house to the castle of his friend, where he was hosupon his defence, and proffered the combat to his pitably received by the unsuspicious lady. He reaccusers; but he was obliged to give way to the tide, quested her to show him the donjon, or keep of the and was banished from Scotland. This affair inte- | castle, and in that remote and inaccessible tower rested all the northern barons; and it is not impos- | forcibly violated her chastity. He then mounted his sible, that some share, taken in it by this Sir Hugh horse, and returned to the Earl of Alençon within de Arbuthnot, may have given a slight foundation for so short a space, that his absence had not been perthe tradition of the country.-WINTOUN, book vii. ceived. The lady abode within the donjon, weeping cb. 9. Or, if we suppose Sir Hugh le Blond to be a bitterly, and exclaiming, “Ah, Jaques! it was not predecessor of the Sir Hugh who flourished in the well done thus to shame me! but on you shall the thirteenth century, he may have been the victor in a shame rest, if God send my husband safe home !" duel, shortly noticed as having occurred in 1154, when The lady kept secret this sorrowful deed until her one Arthur, accused of treason, was unsuccessful in husband's return from his voyage. The day passed, bis appeal to the judgment of God. Arthurus regem and night came, and the knight went to bed; but the Malcolm proditurus duello periit. Chron. Sanctæ lady would not; for ever she blessed herself, and Crucis, ap. Anglia Sacra, vol. i. p. 161.

walked up and down the chamber, studying and But, true or false, the incident narrated in the musing, until ber attendants had retired; and then, ballad is in the genuine style of chivalry. Ro- throwing herself on her knees before the knight, she mances abound with similar instances, nor are they showed him all the adventure. Hardly would Ca

· Such an oath is still taken by the Knights of the Bath ; but, divers cavaliers, that they had either snatched from a lady her I believe, few of that honourable brotherhood will now consider it bouquet, or ribbon, or by some discourtesy of similar importance, quite so obligatory as the conscientious Lord Herbert of Cherbury, placed her, as his lordship conceived, in the predicament of a who gravely alleges it as a sufficient reason for having challenged distressed damozell.

rogne believe the treachery of his companion : but, | Fraunce, that were come thyder to se that batayle. when convinced, he replied, “Since it is so, lady, I The two champyons justed at theyr fyrst metyng, pardon you; but the knight shall die for this villa- but none of them did hurte other; and after the nous deed.” Accordingly, Jacques le Grys was ac- justes, they lyghted on foote to perfourme theyr bacused of the crime in the court of the Earl of Alen- tayle, and soo fought valyauntly.–And fyrst John of çon. But, as he was greatly loved of his lord, and Carongne was hurt in the thyghe, whereby all his as the evidence was very slender, the Earl gave judg- frendes were in grete fere; but, after that, he fought ment against the accusers. Hereupon John Carogne so valyauntly, that he bette down his adversary to appealed to the Parliament of Paris; which court, the erthe, and threst his swerd in his body, and soo after full consideration, appointed the case to be tried slew hym in the felde; and then demanded, if he had by mortal combat betwixt the parties, John Carogne done his devoyre or not ? and they answered, that appearing as the champion of his lady. If he failed he had valyauntly atchieved his batayle. Then Jacques in his combat, then was he to be hanged, and his le Grys was delyuered to the hangman of Parys, and lady burnt, as false and unjust calumniators. This he drewe hym to the gybbet of Mountfawcon, and combat, under circumstances so very peculiar, at there hanged him up. Then John of Carongne came tracted universal attention; in so much, that the before the kynge, and kneled downe, and the kynge King of France and his peers, who were then in made him to stand up before hym; and the same daye Flanders collecting troops for an invasion of Eng. the kynge caused to be delyvered to hym a thousande land, returned to Paris, that so notable a duel might franks, and reteyned him to be of his chambre, with be fought in the royal presence.

a pencyon of ii hundred pounde by yere, durynge the “ Thus," says Froissart, "the Kynge, and his term of his lyfe. Then he thanked the kynge and uncles, and the constable, came to Parys. Then the the lordes, and went to his wyfe, and kissed her ; lystes were made in a place called Saynt Katheryne, and then they wente togyder to the chyrche of behinde the Temple. There was so moche people, Our Ladye, in Parys, and made theyr offerynge, and that it was mervayle to beholde; and on the one side then retourned to theyr lodgynges. Then this Sir of the lystes there was made gret scaffoldes, that the John of Carongne taryed not longe in Fraunce, but lordes might the better se the batayle of the ii cham- went, with Sir John Boucequant, Syr John of Bordes, pions; and so they bothe came to the felde, armed at and Syr Loys Grat. All these went to se Lamoraall peaces, and there eche of them was set in theyr baquyn,' of whome, in those dayes, there was moche cbayre; the Erle of Saynt Poule gouverned John Ca- spek ynge.” rongne, and Erle of Alanson's company with Jacques Such was the readiness, with which, in those le Grys; and when the knyght entred in to the times, heroes put their lives in jeopardy, for honour felde, he came to his wyfe, who was there syttynge and lady's sake. But I doubt whether the fair dames in a chayre, covered in blacke, and he sayd to her of the present day will think, that the risk of being thus :—“Dame, by your informacyon, and in your burnt, upon every suspicion of frailty, would be alquarrell, I do put my lyfe in adventure, as to fyght together compensated by the probability, that a huswith Jacques le Grys; ye knowe, if the cause be just band of good faith, like John de Carogne, or a disand true.'—'Syr,' said the lady, it is as I have interested champion, like Hugh le Blond, would take sayd ; wherefore ye maye fight surely; the cause is up the gauntlet in their behalf. I fear they will rather good and true. With those wordes, the knyghte accord to the sentiment of the hero of an old rokissed the lady, and toke her by the hande, and then mance, who expostulates thus with a certain duke:blessed hym, and soo entred into the felde. The lady sate styll in the blacke chayre, in her prayers to

“ Certes, Sir Duke, thou doest unright, God, and to the Vyrgyne Mary, humbly prayenge

To make a roast of your daughter bright, them, by theyr specyall grace, to send her husband

I wol you ben unkind." the victory, accordyinge to the ryght. She was in

Amis and Amelion. gret hevynes, for she was not sure of her lyfe ; for, if her husbande sholde have been discomfyted, she was I was favoured with the following copy of Sir judged, without remedy, to be brente, and her hus- | Hugh le Blond, by K. Williamson Burnet. Esq. of bande hanged. I cannot say whether she repented Monboddo, who wrote it down from the recitation her or not, as the matter was so forwarde, that both of an old woman, long in the service of the Arbuthshe and her husbande were in grete peryll : how- not family. Of course, the diction is very much beit, fynally, she must as then abyde the adventure. humbled, and it has, in all probability, undergone many

Then these two champyons were set one against ano- corruptions; but its antiquity is indubitable, and the ther, and so mounted on theyr horses, and behauved story, though indifferently told, is in itself interestthem nobly; for they knewe what perteyned to deedes ing. It is believed, that there have been many more of armes. There were many lordes and knyghtes of verses.

· This name Froissart gives to the famous Mahomet, Emperor of Turkey, called the Great. It is a corruption of his Persia title, Ameer Uddeen Kawn.

SIR HUGH LE BLOND.

He looked on the leper-man,

Who lay on his Queen's bed ; He lifted up the snaw-white sheets,

And thus he to him said :

The birds sang sweet as ony bell,

The world had not their make,' The Queen she's gone to her chamber,

With Rodingham to talk. “I love you well, my Queen, my dame,

'Bove land and rents so clear, And for the love of you, my Queen,

Would thole pain most severe.". “ If well you love me, Rodingham,

I'm sure so do I thee :
I love you well as any man,

Save the King's fair bodye.”— “ U love you well, my Queen, my dame;

'Tis truth that I do tell : And for to lye a night with you,

The salt seas I would sail.”

“ Away, away, O Rodingham!

You are both stark and stoor; Would you defile the King's own bed,

And make his Queen a whore ? “ To-morrow you'd be taken sure,

And like a traitor slain; And I'd be burned at a stake,

Although I be the Queen."He then stepp'd out at her room door,

All in an angry mood; Until he met a leper-man,

Just by the hard way-side. He intoxicate the leper-man,

With liquors very sweet ;
And gave him more and more to drink,

Until he fell asleep.
He took him in his armis twa,

And carried him along,
Till he came to the Queen's own bed,

And there he laid him down.

“ Plooky, plooky,' are your cheeks,

And plooky is your chin,
And plooky are your armies twa,

My bonny Queen's layne in.
" Since she has lain into your arms,

She shall not lye in mine; Since she has kiss'd your ugsome mouth,

She never shall kiss mine.”In anger he went to the Queen,

Who fell upon her knee; He said, “You false, unchaste woman,

What's this you've done to me?”. The Queen then turn’d herself about,

The tear blinded her ee“ There's not á knight in a' your court

Dare give that name to me.”—
He said, “ 'Tis true that I do say;

For I a proof did make;
You shall be taken from my bower,

And burned at a stake.
“Perhaps I'll take my word again,

And may repent the same,
If that you'll get a Christian man

To fight that Rodingham.”" Alas! alas ! ” then cried our Queen,

Alas, and woe to me!
There's not a man in all Scotland

Will fight with him for me.”—
She breathed unto her messengers,

Sent them south, east, and west; They could find none to fight with him,

Nor enter the contest.
She breathed on her messengers,

She sent them to the north ;
And there they found Sir Hugh le Blond,

To fight him he came forth.
When unto him they did unfold

The circumstance all right,
He bade them go and tell the Queen,

That for her he would fight.
The day came on that was to do

That dreadful tragedy :
Sir Hugh le Blond was not come up

To fight for our ladye.
“ Put on the fire,” the monster said;

It is twelve on the bell.”_

He then stepp'd out of the Queen's bower,

As swift as any roe, 'Till he came to the very place

Where the King himself did go. The King said unto Rodingham,

“What news have you to me?”— He said, “ Your Queen's a false woman,

As I did plainly see.”-
He basten'd to the Queen's chamber,

So costly and so fine,
Until he came to the Queen's own bed,

Where the leper-man was lain.

+ Make-Equal.

hospitals erected for the reception of lepers, to prevent their * Filth, poorness of living, and the want of linen, made this mingling with the rest of the community. horrible disease formerly very common in Scotland. Robert 3 Plooky-Pimpled. Bruce died of the leprosy ; and, through all Scotland, there were 4 In the romance of Doolin, called La Fleur des Ballailles.

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