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GLASGERION (3), by                    
First Line: Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne
Last Line: These three liues werne all gone


Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne,
And a harper he was good,
He harped in he kings Chamber
Where cappe and candle yoode;
And soe did hee in the Queens chamber
Till ladies waxed wood.
And then bespake the Kings daughter,
And these words thus sayd shee,
Saide, Strike on, strike on, Glasgerrion,
Of thy striking doe not blinne,
There's neuer a stroke comes ouer this harpe
But it glads my hart within.
Faire might you fall, Lady, quoth hee;
Who taught you now to speake?
I haue loued you, Lady, seuen yeere,
My hart I durst neere breake.
But come to my bower, my Glasgerryon,
When all men are att rest;
I am a ladie true of my promise,
Thou shalt bee a welcome guest.
But home then came Glasgerryon,
A glad man, Lord, was hee:
And come thou hither, Iacke my boy,
Come hither vnto mee;
For the kings daughter of Normandye,
Her loue is granted mee,
And before the cocke haue crowen
Att her chamber must I bee.
But come you hither, Master, quoth hee,
Lay your head downe on this stone,
For I will waken you, Master deere,
Afore it be time to gone.
But vpp then rose that lither ladd
And did on hose and shoone;
A coller he cast vpon his necke,
Hee seemed a gentleman.
And when he came to that Ladies chamber
He thrild vpon a pinn.
The Lady was true of her promise,
Rose vp and lett him in.
He did not take the lady gay
To boulster nor noe bedd,
But downe vpon her chamber flore
Full soone he hath her layd.
He did not kisse that Lady gay
When he came nor when he youd;
And sore mistrusted that Lady gay
He was of some churles blood.
But home then came that lither ladd
And did of his hose and shoone,
And cast that coller from about his necke
(He was but a churles sonne):
Awaken, quoth hee, my Master deere,
I hold it time to be gone.
For I haue sadled your horsse, Master,
Well bridled I haue your steed;
Haue not I serued a good breakfast,
When times comes I haue need.
But vp then rose good Glasgerryon
And did on both hose and shoone,
And cast a coller about his necke
(He was a Kinges sonne).
And when he came to that Ladies chamber
He thrild vpon a pinn;
The Lady was more then true of promise,
Rose vp and let him in:
Saies, Whether haue you left with me
Your braclett or your gloue,
Or are you returned backe againe
To know more of my loue?
Glasgerryon swore a full great othe
By oake and ashe and thorne:
Lady, I was neuer in your chamber
Sith the time that I was borne.
O then it was your litle foote page
Falsly hath beguiled me:
And then she pulld forth a litle pen-knife
That hanged by her knee,
Says, There shall neuer noe churles blood
Spring within my body.
But home then went Glasgerryon,
A woe man, Lord, was hee,
Saies, Come hither, thou Iacke my boy,
Come thou hither to me:
For if I had killed a man to-night,
Iacke, I wold tell it thee;
But if I haue not killed a man to-night,
Iacke, thou hast killed three!
And he puld out his bright browne sword
And dryed it on his sleeue,
And he smote off that lither ladds head
And asked noe man noe leaue.
He sett the swords poynt till his brest,
The pumill till a stone:
Thorrow that falsenese of that lither ladd
These three liues werne all gone.








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