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VIII.

Come with acorne-cup, and thorne,
Drain mie harty's blodde awaie:
Lyfe and all its goodes I fcorne,
Daunce by night, or feast by day.
My love is dedde, &c.

IX.

Watere wytches crownde with reytes",
Bere me to your lethale tyde;

I die I come-My true love waytes!
Thos the damfelle fpake, and dy'd.

According to the date affigned to this tragedy, it is the first drama extant in our language. In an Epistle prefixed to his patron Cannynge, the author thus cenfures the MYSTERIES, or religious interludes, which were the only plays then exifting.

Plaies made from HALLIE TALES I hold unmete;
Let fome great story of a man be fonge;

Whanne, as a man, we Godde and Jesus trete,
Ynne mie poore mynde we doe the godhead wronge.

The ODE TO ELLA is faid to have been fent by Rowlie in the year 1468, as a fpecimen of his poetical abilities, to his intimate friend and cotemporary Lydgate, who had challenged him to write verses. The fubject is a victory obtained by Ella over the Danes, at Watchett near Bristol. I will give this piece at length..

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SONGE TO AELLE LORDE OF THE CASTLE OF BRISTOWE ynne daies of yore.

Oh! thou (orr whatt remaynes of thee)
EALLE the darlynge of futuritie!

Lette thys mie fonge bolde as thie courage bee,

As everlastynge to posteritie!

Whanne Dacya's fonnes, whose hayres of bloude redde hue, Lyche kynge cuppes braftynge wythe the mornynge due,

Arraung'd ynn dreare arraie,
Uppone the lethale daie,

Spredde farr and wyde onn Watchett's shore:
Thenn dyddft thou furyouse ftonde,

And bie thie brondeous honde

Beefprengedd all the mees with gore.

Drawne bie thyne anlace felle',
Downe to the depthe of helle,
Thousandes of Dacyanns wente;
Bryftowannes menne of myghte,
Ydar'd the bloudie fyghte,

And actedd deedes full quente.

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Turgotus, who both lived in Norman tymes. The latter, indeed, may in fome measure be faid to have flourished in that era, for he died bishop of Saint Andrews in 1115. But he is oddly coupled with Chaucer in another respect, for he wrote only fome Latin chronicles. Befides, Lydgate muft have been fufficiently acquainted with Chaucer's age; for he was living, and a young man, when Chaucer died. The writer alfo mentions Stone, the Carmelite, as living with Chaucer and Turgotus: whereas he was Lydgate's cotemporary. These circumftances, added to that of the extreme and affected meannefs of the compofition, evidently prove this little piece a forgery.

1 Sword.

Oh!

Oh! thou, where'er (thie bones att reste)
Thie fpryte to haunt delyghteth beste,
Whytherr upponn the bloude-embrewedd pleyne,
Orr whare thou kennst fromme farre
The dyfmalle crie of warre,

Orr feeste somme mountayne made of corfe of fleyne :

Orr feeste the harnessd fteede,
Yprauncynge o'er the meede,

And neighe to bee amonge the poyntedd speeres;
Orr ynn blacke armoure ftaulke arounde
Embattell'd Brystowe, once thie grounde,
And glowe ardorous onn the caftell steeres :

Orr fierie rounde the mynfter" glare:
Lette Brystowe ftylle bee made thie care,
Guarde ytte fromme foemenne and confumynge fyre,
Lyche Avone ftreme enfyrke ytt rounde;
Ne lett a flame enharme the grounde,

"Tyll ynne one flame all the whole worlde expyres.

The BATTLE OF HASTINGS is called a translation from the Saxon: and contains a minute description of the persons, arms, and characters of many of the chiefs, who fought in that important action. In this poem, Stonehenge is described as a Druidical temple.

The poem called the TOURNAMENT, is dramatically conducted, among others, by the characters of a herald, a knight, a minstrel, and a king, who are introduced speaking.

The following piece is a description of an alderman's feast at Bristol; or, as it is entitled, ACCOUNTE OF W. CANNYNGE'S FEAST.

The monaftery. Now the cathedral.

Thorowe

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Thorowe the hall the belle han founde;
Byalccoyle doe the grave befeeme;
The ealdermenne doe fytte arounde,
And fnoffelle opp the cheorte fteeme.
Lyke affes wylde in deferte waste
Swotely the morneynge doe taste,
Syke kene thei ate: the mynftrells plaie,
The dynne of angelles doe thei kepe:
Thei ftylle: the guestes ha ne to faie,
But nodde ther thankes, and falle afleepe.
Thos echeone daie bee I to deene",

Gyff' Rowley, Ifchamm, or Tybb Gorges, be ne seen.

But a dialogue between two ladies, whofe knights, or husbands, ferved in the wars between York and Lancaster, and were now fighting at the battle of Saint Albans, will be more interesting to many readers. This battle happened in the reign of Edward the fifth, about the year 1471.

ELINOUR and JUGA.

Anne Ruddeborne' bank twa pynynge maydens fate, Theire teares fafte dryppeynge to the waterre cleere ; Echone bementynge' for her abfente mate,

Who atte Seynote Albonns fhouke the morthynge' fpeare. The nottebrowne Ellynor to Juga fayre,

Dydde fpeke acroole", with languyfhmente of eyne,

Lyke droppes of pearlie dewe, lemed" the quyvrynge brine.

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ELINOUR.

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O gentle Juga! hear mie dernie* plainte,
To fyghte for Yorke mie love is dyght' in stele
O mai ne fanguen fteine the whyte rofe peynête,

Maie good Seynête Cuthberte watch fyrre Robynne wele!
Moke moe thanne death in phantafie I feelle;
See! fee! upon the grounde he bleedynge lies!
Inhild fome joice' of life, or else my deare love dies.

JUGA..

Syfters in forrowe on thys daise ey'd banke, Where melancholych broods, we wylle lamente: Be wette with mornynge dewe and evene danke; Lyche levynde okes in eche the oder bente :

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Whose gastlie nitches holde the traine of fryghte*,
Where lethale' ravens bark, and owlets wake the nyghte.
No mo the miskynette' fhalle wake the morne,

The minstrelle daunce, good cheere, and morryce plaie ;
No mo the amblynge palfrie and the horne,
Shall from the leffel" rouze the foxe awaie :
Ill feke the forefte alle the lyve-longe daie :

Alle nete amenge the gravde cherche' glebe wyll goe,
And to the paffante spryghtes lecture * mie tale of woe.
Whan mokie' cloudes do hange upon the leme

Of leden " moon, ynn fylver mantels dyghte:
The tryppeynge faeries weve the golden dreme

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