married men or widows’ sons had the benefit of an exemption in the levy
for France, or that Cheshire, Lancashire, and Derby[194] were
particularly called upon to furnish men: st. 9. The Rev. J. Endell Tyler
believes the ballad to be unquestionably of ancient origin, “probably
written and sung within a very few years of the expedition,” “before
Henry’s death, and just after his marriage;” which granted, this stanza
would have a certain interest. But, says Mr Tyler, “whether there is any
foundation at all in fact for the tradition of Henry’s resolution to
take with him no married man or widow’s son, the tradition itself bears
such strong testimony to the general estimate of Henry’s character for
bravery at once and kindness of heart that it would be unpardonable to
omit every reference to it,” and he has both printed the ballad in the
body of his work and placed “that golden stanza” on his title-page.[195]
The question of Henry’s kindness of heart does not require to be
discussed here, but it may be said in passing that there is not quite
enough in this ballad to remove the impression which is ordinarily made
by his conduct of the siege of Rouen.
The Battle of Agincourt was fought October 25, 1415. It is hardly
necessary to say, with reference to the marching to Paris gates, that
Henry had the wisdom to evacuate French ground as soon after the battle
as convoy to England could be procured.
1
As our king lay musing on his bed,
He bethought himself upon a time
Of a tribute that was due from France,
Had not been paid for so long a time.
Fal, lal, etc.
2
He called for his lovely page,
His lovely page then called he,
Saying, You must go to the king of France,
To the king of France, sir, ride speedily.
3
O then went away this lovely page,
This lovely page then away went he;
And when he came to the king of France,
Low he fell down on his bended knee.
4
‘My master greets you, worthy sir;
Ten ton of gold that is due to be,
That you will send him his tribute home,
Or in French land you soon will him see.’
5
‘Your master’s young and of tender years,
Not fit to come into my degree,
And I will send him three tennis-balls,
That with them he may learn to play.’
6
O then returned this lovely page,
This lovely page then returned he,
And when he came to our gracious king,
Low he fell down on his bended knee.
7
‘What news, what news, my trusty page?
What is the news you have brought to me?’
‘I have brought such news from the king of France
That you and he will never agree.
8
‘He says you’re young and of tender years,
Not fit to come into his degree,
And he will send you three tennis-balls,
That with them you may learn to play.’
9
‘Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,
And Derby Hills that are so free;
No marryd man nor no widow’s son;
For no widow’s curse shall go with me.’
10
They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,
And Derby Hills that are so free;
No marryd man, nor no widow’s son;
Yet there was a jovial bold company.
11
O then we marchd into the French land,
With drums and trumpets so merrily;
And then bespoke the king of France,
‘Lo, yonder comes proud King Henry.’
12
The first shot that the Frenchmen gave,
They killd our Englishmen so free;
We killd ten thousand of the French,
And the rest of them they ran away.
13
And then we marched to Paris gates,
With drums and trumpets so merrily:
O then bespoke the king of France,
‘The Lord have mercy on my men and me!
14
‘O I will send him his tribute home,
Ten ton of gold that is due to he,
And the finest flower that is in all France
To the Rose of England I will give free.’
* * * * *
#a.#
King Henry V. his Conquest of France, in revenge for the affront
offered him by the French king in sending him, instead of the
Tribute due, a Ton of Tennis-Balls.
Printed and sold at the Printing Office in Bow Church-Yard,
London.
1^3. due to.
#b.#
_Title the same, with omission of the first_ him _and_ due.
Printed and sold in Aldermary Church Yard, Bow Lane, London. st.
1^3. due from.
3^3. Low he came.
3^4. And when fell.
7^1. _wanting._
7^4. he and you will ne’er.
10^3. man or widow’s.
12^4. run.
#c.#
_Title as in #b#. Printed as in #b#._
1^3. due from.
3^1. away went.
3^3. Lo he.
3^4. And then he.
7^4. he and you will ne’er.
9^3. man or widow’s.
12^4. run.
#d.#
_Title as in #b#. Imprint not given._
1^3. due from.
3^3. Low he came.
3^4. And when fell.
7^4. he and you will ne’er.
9^3. man or.
12^4. run.
#e.#
2^1. Then he called on.
2^4. With a message from King Henry.
3^1. Away then went.
3^2. Away and away and away.
3^4. He fell low down.
4^2. of gold _wanting_.
4^3. And you must send him this.
4^4. you’ll soon.
5^1, 8^1. tender age.
5^2, 8^2. not meet to come in.
5^3. So I’ll send him home some.
6^{1,2,4} _as in_ 3^{1,2,4}.
7^1. my lovely.
7^2. what news bring you to me?
7^4. That I’m sure with him you’ll neer agree.
8^3. So he’s sent you here some.
9^2. that be.
9^3, 10^3. man nor widow’s.
9^4. For _wanting_.
10^{1,2}. Then they recruited Lankashire, Cheshire and Derby Hills
so free.
10^4. brave _for_ bold.
11^2, 13^2. so _wanting_.
11^3, 13^1. O then.
12^3. But we.
12^4. them were forsd to free.
13^4. Lord have mercy on [my] men and me.
14^1. send this.
14^3. fairest flower in all French land.
14^4. make free.
#f.#
“Communicated by Bertram Mitford, of Mitford Castle, in
Northumberland, who wrote it from the dictation of a very aged
relative.”
1^1. As a.
1^3. Those tributes due from the French king.
2^4. Those tributes that are due to me.
3^{1,2}, 6^{1,2}. Away, away went this lovely page, Away and away
and away went he, _nearly as in_ #e#.
4^{1,2}. My master he does greet you well, He doth greet you most
heartily.
4^3. If you don’t.
5^2, 8^2. come within.
5^4. And in French land he ne’er dare me see.
7^1. my lovely, _as in_ #e#.
7^3. from the French king.
7^4. That with him I’m sure you can ne’er agree.
8^4. And in French land you ne’er dare him see.
9^1. Go, ‘cruit me.
10^4. jovial brave, _as in_ #e#.
12^1. The first that fired it was the French.
12^4. them were forced to flee.
13^3. The first that spoke was the French king.
13^4. Lord a mercy on my poor men and me.
14^{1,2}. O go and take your tributes home, Five tons of gold I
will give thee.
14^4. in all French land, _as in_ #e#.
#f# _was clearly derived from the same source as #e#._
#g.#
_The fourth line repeated as burden._
2.
O then calld he his lovely page,
His lovely page then called he,
Who, when he came before the king,
Lo, he fell down on his bended knee.
‘Welcome, welcome, thou lovely page,
Welcome, welcome art thou here;
Go sped thee now to the king of France,
And greet us well to him so dear.
‘And when thou comst to the king of France,
And hast greeted us to him so dear,
Thou then shall ask for the tribute due,
That has not been paid for many a year.’
3^{1,2}. Away then went this lovely page, Away, away, O then went
he.
3^4. Lo, he. _Between 3 and 4_:
‘What news, what news, thou royal page?
What news, what news dost thou bring to me?’
‘I bring such news from our good king
That him and you may long agree.
4.
‘My master then does greet you well,
Does greet you well and happy here,
And asks from you the tribute due,
That has not been paid this many a year.’
6^{1,2}.
Away, away went this lovely page,
Away, away, then away went he.[196]
7^4. That he and you can ne’er agree.
_After 8_:
O then in wroth rose our noble king,
In anger great then up rose he:
‘I’ll send such balls to the king in France
As Frenchmen ne’er before did see.’
9^1. Go ‘cruit me.
10^{3,4}.
Tho no married man, nor no widow’s son,
They recruited three thousand men and three.
_Between 10 and 11_:
And when the king he did them see,
He greeted them most heartily:
‘Welcome, welcome, thou trusty band,
For thou art a jolly brave company.
‘Go now make ready our royal fleet,
Make ready soon, and get to sea;
I then will shew the king of France
When on French ground he does me see.’
And when our king to Southampton came,
There the ships for him did wait a while;
Sure such a sight was ne’er seen before,
By any one in this our isle.
Their course they then made strait for France,
With streamers gay and sails well filld;
But the grandest ship of all that went
Was that in which our good king saild.
11^{3,4}.
The Frenchmen they were so dismayd,
Such a sight they ne’er did wish to see.
12^1. The first that fired it was the French, _as in_ #f#.
13^3. The first that spoke was the French king, _as in_ #f#.
13^4. Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.
_After 13_:
‘Our loving cousin, we greet you well,
From us thou now hast naught to fear;
We seek from you our tribute due,
That has not been paid for this many a year.’
14{1,2}.
‘O go and take your tributes home,
Five tons of gold I will give to thee,’
_as in_ #f#.
14^3. And the fairest flower in all French land, _as in_ #e#, #f#.
#h.#
“The author, to whom the following Song of Agincourt has been
familiar from his childhood, cannot refrain from inserting it
here.”
1^1. musing _wanting_.
1^2. All musing at the hour of prime: “conjectural.”
1^3. He bethought him of the king of France.
1^4. And tribute due for so long a time.
2^{3,4}, 3^3. king in.
_After 2_:
Tell him to send me my tribute home,
Ten ton of gold that is due to me;
Unless he send me my tribute home,
Soon in French land I will him see.
3^{1,2}, 6^{1,2}.
Away then goes this lovely page,
As fast, as fast as he could hie.
4^2. gold is due to me.
5^3. send him home some.
7^4. That you and he can.
8^2. come up to.
8^3. He has sent you home some.
_After 8_:
Oh! then bespoke our noble king,
A solemn vow then vowed he:
I’ll promise him such English balls
As in French lands he ne’er did see.
_Cf._ #g#.
9^1. Go! call up.
9^3, 10^3. But neither ... nor.
9^4. For _wanting_.
10^1. They called up.
_After 10_:
He called unto him his merry men all,
And numbered them by three and three,
Until their number it did amount
To thirty thousand stout men and three.
_Cf._ #g# 10^{3,4}.
11^1. Away then marched they.
11^2, 13^2. and fifes.
12^1. The first that fired it was the French, _as in_ #f#, #g#.
13^1. Then marched they on to.
14^2. due from me.
14^3. the very best flower.
#i.#
_From the singing of a Yorkshire minstrel, with_ “one or two
verbal corrections” _from a modern broadside_.
2^{1,2}, 3^1, 6^1. trusty _for_ lovely.
_After 2_:
And tell him of my tribute due,
Ten ton of gold that’s due to me;
That he must send me my tribute home,
Or in French land he soon will me see.
.^2, 6^2. Away and away and away, _as in_ #e#, #f#.
_After 8_: Oh! then, etc., _as in_ #h#, _but_ tennis-balls _in
line three_.
9^1. Go call up, _as in_ #h#.
10^1. They called up, _as in_ #h#.
12^4. And the rest of them they were forced to flee, _nearly as
in_ #f#.
13^4. Lord have mercy on my poor men and me, _as in_ #f#.
14^3. And the fairest flower that is in our French land: _cf._
#e#, #f#, #g#.
14^4. shall go free, _as in_ #g#.
#j.#
_A Scottish version of the broadside from recitation of the
beginning of this century: of slight value._
1^2. On his bed lay musing he: _for the_ ee _rhyme_.
_After 2_ (_cf._ #g#, #h#, #i#):
Ye gae on to the king of France,
Ye greet him well and speedily,
And ye bid him send the tributes due,
Or in French lands he’ll soon see me.
5^3, 8^3. some tennis.
5^4. may play him merrilie.
6^1. Away, away went.
7^4. him an you.
8^4. may play fu merrilie.
9^1, 10^1. Chester and Lincolnshire.
11^2. wi drum an pipe.
12 _wanting._
13^2. wi pipe an drum.
13^4. God hae mercie on my poor men and me: _cf._ #f#, #i#.
14 _wanting._
#k.#
Received, 1886, from Mr Alexander Kirk, Inspector of Poor, Dalry,
Kirkcudbrightshire, who learned it many years ago from David
Rae, Barlay, Balmaclellan.
3^{1,2}, 6^{1,2}. Away, away ... Away, away, and away: _cf._ #e#,
#f#, #g#, #i#.
7^{3,4}. No news, no news, ... But just what my two eyes did see:
_cf._ No 114, #A# 11, #E# 10, #F# 10.
_After_ 8 (_cf._ #g#, #h#, #i#):
Go call to me my merry men all,
All by thirties and by three,
And I will send him such tennis-balls
As on French ground he did never see.
12 _wanting._
13^1. But when they came to the palace-gates.
#l.#
‘Henry V and King of France.’
2^{3,4}, 3^3. king in.
5^2. come unto.
7^4. him and you.
8^2. come to.
11^1. Then they.
13^4. Have mercy, Lord.
#m.#
‘The Two Kings.’
3, 4.
When he came to the king of France,
He fell down on his bended knee:
‘My master greets you, noble sir,
For a tribute that is due to he.’
5^2, 8^2. come to.
5^3. send him home ten.
6, 7.
When he came to our noble king,
He fell low on his bended knee:
‘What news, what news, my lovely page?
What news have ye brought unto me?’
8^3. He’s sent you hame ten.
_After 8_:
Out then spake our noble king,
A solemn vow then vowed he:
‘I shall prepare such English balls
That in French land he ne’er did see.’
9^1. You do recruit.
10^1. They did recruit.
11 _wanting._
12^4. The rest of them were forced to flee.
13^1. As we came in at the palace-gates.
13^4. Have mercy on my men and me.
14^3. The fairest flower in a’ French land.
165
SIR JOHN BUTLER
‘Sir Iohn Butler,’ Percy MS., p. 427; Hales and Furnivall, III, 205.
The subject of this ballad is the murder of a Sir John Butler at Bewsey
Hall, near Warrington, Lancashire.
The story, which may be imperfect at the beginning, is that a party of
men cross the moat in a leathern boat, and among them William Savage is
one of the first. Sir John Butler’s daughter Ellen wakens her father and
tells him that his uncle Stanley is within his hall. If that be true,
says Sir John, a hundred pound will not save me. Ellen goes down into
the hall, and is asked where her father is; she avers that he is ridden
to London, but the men know better, and search for him. Little Holcroft
loses his head in trying to keep the door of the room where Sir John is;
they enter, and call on him to yield. He will yield to his uncle
Stanley, but never to false Peter Legh. Ellen Butler calls for a priest;
William Savage says, He shall have no priest but my sword and me. Lady
Butler was at this time in London; had she been at home she might have
begged her husband’s life of her good brother John. She dreams that her
lord is swimming in blood, and long before day sets out for Bewsey Hall.
On her way she learns that her husband is slain, and the news impels her
to go back to London, where she begs of the king the death of false
Peter Legh, her brother Stanley, William Savage, and all. Would ye have
three men to die for one? says the king; if thou wilt come to London,
thou shalt go home Lady Gray.
The papers of Roger Dodsworth,[197] the antiquarian ([198]16..), give
the following account of the transaction, according to the tradition of
his time. “Sir John Boteler, Knight, was slaine in his bed by the Lord
Standley’s procurement, Sir Piers Leigh and Mister William Savage
joininge with him in that action, curruptinge his servants, his porter
settinge a light in a windowe to give knowledge upon the water that was
about his house at Bewsaye, when the watch that watched about his howse
at Bewsaye, where your way to ... [_i. e._ Bold] comes, were gone awaye
to their owne homes; and then they came over the moate in lether boates,
and soe to his chambre, where one of his servants, called Hontrost
[Holcroft], was slaine, being his chamberlaine; the other brother
betrayed his master. They promised him a great reward, and he going with
them a way, they hanged him at a tree in Bewsaye Park. After this Sir
John Boteler’s lady pursued those that slewe her husband, and indyted
xx. men for that ‘saute,’ but being marryed to Lorde Gray, he made her
suites voyd, for which cause she parted from her husband, the Lorde
Graye, and came into Lancastershyre, and sayd, If my lord wyll not helpe
me that I may have my wyll of mine enemies, yet my bodye shall be
berryed by him; and she caused a tombe of alabaster to be made, where
she lyeth upon the right hand of her husband, Sir John Butler.”[198]
Another paper in the same collection assumes to give the cause of the
murder. “The occasion of the murther was this. The king being to come to
Lathom, the Erle of Derby, his brother-in-law, sent unto hym [Sir John
Butler] a messenger to desire him to wear his cloath [appear as his
retainer] at that tyme; but in his absence his lady said she scorned
that her husband should wayte on her brother, being as well able to
entertayne the kynge as he was; which answer the erle tooke in great
disdayne, and persecuted the said Sir John Butler with all the mallice
that cowd be.” After mutual ill-services, they took arms one against the
other, Sir Piers Legh and William Savage siding with the earl, and in
the end these three corrupted Sir John Butler’s servants and murdered
him in his bed. “Hys lady, at that instant being in London, did dreame
the same night that he was slayne, that Bewsaye Hall did swym with
blood; whereupon she presently came homewards, and heard by the way the
report of his death.”[199]
Sir John Boteler, son of Sir John, born in 1429, married for his third
wife Margaret Stanley, widow of Sir Thomas Troutbeck, daughter of Thomas
first Lord Stanley, and sister of Thomas the second lord, whom Dodsworth
calls by anticipation Earl of Derby, which he was not until 1485. Sir
John Boteler had by his first wife four daughters, but no Ellen; by
Margaret Stanley he had a son Thomas, born in 1461. He died in 1463, and
his wife afterwards married for her third husband Henry Lord Grey of
Codnor.
According to st. 23 of the ballad, Dame Margaret’s brother Stanley, that
is Lord Thomas, is directly concerned in the murder which in the
Dodsworth story he is said only to have procured. But an uncle Stanley
appears to be a prominent member of the hostile party in sts 5, 12; how,
we cannot explain. A ‘good’ brother John is mentioned in st. 15, of whom
Lady Butler might have begged her husband’s life, and who must,
therefore, have been present. Lady Butler had a brother John. But the
alleged participation of Sir Peter Legh and William Savage in this
murder, perpetrated in 1463, is an impossibility. Sir Peter Legh was
born in 1455, and was only eight years old at that time, and William
Savage, nephew of Lord Thomas Stanley, was also a mere child. As to the
part ascribed to Lord Thomas Stanley, Sir Thomas Butler, the son of Sir
John, is said to have lived on the most friendly terms with him in after
days, and to have limited “an estate in remainder, after the limitation
to himself and his heirs, to the Earl of Derby in fee,” which we can
hardly suppose he would have done if the earl had been his father’s
murderer.
The occasion of the murder is represented in the tradition reported by
Dodsworth to have been Sir John Butler’s refusal (through his wife) to
wear the Earl of Derby’s livery at the time of the king’s coming to
Lathom. The king (Henry VII) did indeed come to Lathom, but not until
the year 1495, thirty-two years after Sir John’s death, and three years
after that of his wife. It is true that other accounts make Sir Thomas,
the son of Sir John, to have been the victim of the murder; but Sir
Thomas died in 1522, and the Earl of Derby in 1504.[200] There is not,
as Dr. Robson says, a tittle of evidence to show that there was any
murder at all, whether of Sir John or any other of the Butler family.
But it was an unquiet time, and the conjecture has been offered “that,
being a consistent Lancastrian,” Sir John “may have incurred some
Yorkist resentments, and have been sacrificed by a confederacy of some
of those who, though his private friends, were his political
enemies.”[201]
Sir John Butler, son of Sir John, is of course the only person that the
ballad and the parallel tradition can intend, for Margaret Stanley was
the only Stanley that ever married a Butler, and Margaret Stanley’s
third husband was Lord Grey of Codnor. But Sir John the elder, who died
in 1430, had a daughter Ellen, “old enough to raise an alarm when her
father was attacked, while he was actually nephew by marriage to the
second Sir John Stanley of Lathom, who survived him.” (If we might
proceed according to established mythological rules, and transfer to the
son what is told of the father, we might account for the “uncle Stanley”
and the Ellen of the ballad.) Sir John the senior’s widow, Lady
Isabella, was in 1437 violently carried off and forced into marriage by
one William Poole, and her petition to Parliament for redress calls this
Poole an outlaw “for felony for man’s death by him murdered and slain.”
It has been thought a not overstrained presumption that this language
may refer to the death of Lady Isabella’s husband, the earlier Sir John,
though it would be strange, if such were the reference, that no name
should be given.[202]
The Bewsey murder has been narrated, with the variations of later
tradition, by John Fitchett in ‘Bewsey, a Poem,’ Warrington, 1796; in a
ballad by John Roby, Traditions of Lancashire, 1879, II, 72; and in
another ballad in Ballads and Songs of Lancashire, Harland and
Wilkinson, 1882, p. 13 (at p. 15 Fitchett’s verses are cited). See also
Dr Robson, in the preface to the Percy ballad, p. 208, and Beamont,
Annals of the Lords of Warrington, p. 318.
1
But word is come to Warrington,
And Busye Hall is laid about;
S_i_r Iohn Butler and his merry men
Stand in ffull great doubt.
2
When they came to Busye Hall
Itt was the merke midnight,
And all the bridges were vp drawen,
And neuer a candle-light.
3
There they made them one good boate,
All of one good bull skinn;
Will_iam_ Sauage was one of the ffirst
_Tha_t euer came itt w_i_thin.
4
Hee sayled ore his merrymen,
By two and two together,
And said itt was as good a bote
As ere was made of lether.
5
‘Waken you, waken you, deare ffather!
God waken you w_i_thin!
For heere is yo_u_r vnckle Standlye
Come yo_u_r hall w_i_thin.’
6
‘If _tha_t be true, Ellen Butler,
These tydings you tell mee,
A hundred pound in good redd gold
This night will not borrow mee.’
7
Then came downe Ellen Butler
And into her ffathers hall,
And then came downe Ellen Butler,
And shee was laced in pall.
8
‘Where is thy ffather, Ellen Butler?
Haue done, and tell itt mee:’
‘My ffather is now to London ridden,
As Christ shall haue p_ar_t of mee.’
9
‘Now nay, now nay, Ellen Butler,
Ffor soe itt must not bee;
Ffor ere I goe fforth of this hall,
Yo_u_r ffather I must see.’
10
The sought _tha_t hall then vp and downe
Theras Iohn Butler lay;
The sought _tha_t hall then vp and downe
Theras Iohn Butler lay.
11
Ffaire him ffall, litle Holcrofft!
Soe merrilye he kept the dore,
Till _tha_t his head ffrom his shoulders
Came tumbling downe the ffloore.
12
‘Yeeld thee, yeelde thee, Iohn Butler!
Yeelde thee now to mee!’
‘I will yeelde me to my vnckle Stanlye,
And neere to ffalse Peeter Lee.’
13
‘A preist, a preist,’ saies Ellen Butler,
‘To housle and to shriue!
A preist, a preist,’ sais Ellen Butler,
‘While _tha_t my father is a man aliue!’
14
Then bespake him Will_iam_ Sauage,
A shames death may hee dye!
Sayes, He shall haue no other preist
But my bright sword and mee.
15
The Ladye Butler is to London rydden,
Shee had better haue beene att home;
Shee might haue beggd her owne marryed lo_rd_
Att her good brother Iohn.
16
And as shee lay in leeue London,
And as shee lay in her bedd,
Shee dreamed her owne marryed lo_rd_
Was swiminnge in blood soe red.
17
Shee called vp her merry men all,
Long ere itt was day;
Saies, Wee must ryde to Busye Hall,
W_i_th all speed _tha_t wee may.
18
Shee mett w_i_th three Kendall men,
Were ryding by the way:
‘Tydings, tydings, Kendall men,
I pray you tell itt mee!’
19
‘Heauy tydings, deare madam;
Ffrom you wee will not leane;
The worthyest k_night_ in merry England,
Iohn Butler, Lord! hee is slaine!’
20
‘Ffarewell, ffarwell, Iohn Butler!
Ffor thee I must neuer see:
Ffarewell, ffarwell, Busiye Hall!
For thee I will neu_er_ come nye.’
21
Now Ladye Butler is to London againe,
In all the speed might bee,
And when shee came before her prince,
Shee kneeled low downe on her knee.
22
‘A boone, a boone, my leege!’ shee sayes,
‘Ffor Gods loue grant itt mee!’
‘What is thy boone, Lady Butler?
Or what wold thou haue of mee?
23
‘What is thy boone, Lady Butler?
Or what wold thou haue of mee?’
‘_Tha_t ffalse Peeres of Lee, and my brother Stanley,
And Will_iam_ Sauage, and all, may dye.’
24
‘Come you hither, Lady Butler,
Come you ower this stone;
Wold you haue three men ffor to dye,
All ffor the losse off one?
25
‘Come you hither, Lady Butler,
With all the speed you may;
If thou wilt come to London, La_dy_ Butler,
Thou shalt goe home Lady Gray.’
* * * * *
2^2. merke _may be_ merle _in the MS.: Furnivall_.
4^2. 2 and 2.
6^3. a 100[li .].
7^1. them _for_ Then.
10^{1,2}. _These two lines only are in the MS., but they are
marked with a bracket and bis: Furnivall._
18^1, 24^3. 3.
22^{3,4}. _These two lines are bracketed, and marked bis in the
MS.: Furnivall._
166
THE ROSE OF ENGLAND
‘The Rose of Englande,’ Percy MS., p. 423; Hales and Furnivall, III,
187.