He brought our king to the queenes chamber,
And opend to him the dore:
"A lodlye love," King Harry says,
"For our queene," dame Elinore!
"If thou were a man, as thou art none,45
Here on my sword thoust dye;
But a payre of new gallowes shall be built,
And there shalt thou hang on hye."
Forth then hyed our king, iwysse,
And an angry man was hee,50
And soone he found queene Elinore,
That bride so bright of blee.
"Now God you save, our queene, madame,
And Christ you save and see!
Here you have chosen a newe, newe love,55
And you will have none of mee.
"If you had chosen a right good knight,
The lesse had been your shame;
But you have chose you a lazar man,
A lazar both blinde and lame.60
"Therfore a fyer there shall be built,
And brent all shalt thou bee."—
"Now out, alacke!" said our comly queene,
"Sir Aldingar's false to mee.
"Now out, alacke!" sayd our comlye queene,65
"My heart with griefe will brast:
I had thought swevens had never been true,
I have proved them true at last.
"I dreamt in my sweven on Thursday eve,
In my bed wheras I laye,70
I dreamt a grype and a grimlie beast
Had carryed my crowne awaye;
"My gorgett and my kirtle of golde,
And all my faire head-geere;
And he wold worrye me with his tush,75
And to his nest y-beare: