✓ Coming. And fone that wax, withowten fayle, And fone he faw cumand a knight, As faft fo the fowl in flyght, With rude fembland', and fterne chere, To fpeke of luf' na time was thare, Thair shaftes cheverd to thair hand X Al to pieces thai hewed thair fheldes, The batayl might noght lang last : f Countenance. • Friendly. : Sore. ☐ Shivered. © Are. Hauberks er broken, and helmes reven, Styf trakes war thar gyfen; Thai foght on hors ftifly always, The batel was wele more to prays; Bot at the last fyr Ywayne On his felow kyd his mayne, So egerly he fmate him than, He clefe the helme and the herne pan*: And wold have tane him ded or quik; k While fir Ywaine remains in this perilous confinement, a lady looks out of a wicket which opened in the wall of the gateway, and releases him. She gives him her ring, A quylte ful nobil lay tharon, Richer faw he never none, &c. Here he is fecreted. In the mean time, the Lord of the caftle dies of his wounds, and is magnificently buried. But before the interment, the people of the castle search for fir Ywayne. Half his ftede thar fand thai с That within the zates lay; Bot the knight thar fand thai noght : Or els he cowth of weche craft 3, Haftily than went thai all And foght him in the maydens hall, h A lady folowd white fo mylk, In al that lond was none fwilk: Sho wrang her fingers, outbrafte the blode, And ful oft fel fho down in fwogh'; Of the dole of that fayr lady, &c. Sir Ywayne defires the damfel's permiffion to look at the lady of the deceased knight through a window. He falls in love with her. She passes her time in praying for his soul. Unto his faul was fho ful hulde ': Opon a fawter al of gulde', t To say the fal-mas fast sho bigan. The damfel", whofe name is Lunet, promises fir Ywaine an interview with the Lady. She ufes many arguments to the Lady, and with much art, to fhew the neceffity of her marrying again, for the defence of her castle. |