The Legend Of Sir Guy

A pleasant song of the valiant deeds of chivalry atchieved by that noble knight Sir Guy of Warwick, who, for the love of fair Phelis, became a hermit, and died in a cave of craggy rocke, a mile distant from Warwick. Was ever knight for ladyes sake Soe tost in love, as I, Sir Guy, For Phelis fayre, that lady bright As ever man beheld with eye? She gave me leave myself to try, The valiant knight with sheeld and speare, Ere that her love shee wold grant me; Which made mee venture far and neare. Then proved I a baron bold, In deeds of armes the doughtyest knight That in those dayes in England was, With sword and speare in feild to fight. An English man I was by birthe: In faith of Christ a christyan true: The wicked lawes of infidells I sought by prowesse to subdue. 'Nine' hundred twenty yeere and odde After our Saviour Christ his birth, When King Athelstone wore the crowne, I lived heere upon the earth. Sometime I was of Warwicke erle, And, as I sayd, of very truth A ladyes love did me constraine To seeke strange ventures in my youth; To win me fame by feates of armes In strange and sundry heathen lands; Where I atchieved for her sake Right dangerous conquests with my hands. For first I sayled to Normandye, And there I stoutlye wan in fight The emperours daughter of Almaine, From manye a vallyant worthye knight. Then passed I the seas to Greece, To helpe the emperour in his right, Against the mightye souldans hoaste Of puissant Persians for to fight: Where I did slay of Sarazens, And heathen pagans, manye a man; And slew the souldans cozen deere, Who had to name doughtye Coldran. Eskeldered, a famous knight, To death likewise I did pursue; And Elmayne, King of Tyre, alsoe, Most terrible in fight to viewe. I went into the souldans hoast, To death likewise I did pursue; And Elmayne, King of Tyre, alsoe, Most terrible in fight to viewe. I went into the souldans hoast, Being thither on embassage sent, And brought his head awaye with mee; I having slaine him in his tent. There was a dragon in that land Most fiercelye mett me by the waye, As hee a lyon did pursue, Which I myself did alsoe slay. Then soon I past the seas from Greece, And came to Pavye land aright; Where I the Duke of Pavye killed, His hainous treason to requite. To England then I came with speede, To wedd faire Phelis, lady bright; For love of whome I travelled farr To try my manhood and my might. But when I had espoused her, I stayd with her but fortye dayes, Ere that I left this ladye faire, And went from her beyond the seas. All cladd in gray, in pilgrim sort, My voyage from her I did take Unto the blessed Holy Land, For Jesus Christ my Saviours sake. Where I Erle Jonas did redeeme, And all his sonnes, which were fifteene, Who with the cruell Sarazens In prisons for long time had beene. I slew the giant Amarant In battel fiercelye hand to hand, And doughty Barknard killed I, A treacherous knight of Pavye land. Then I to England came againe, And here with Colbronde fell I fought; An ugly gyant, which the Danes Had for their champion hither brought. I overcame him in the field, And slewe him soone right valliantlye; Wherebye this land I did redeeme From Danish tribute utterlye. And afterwards I offered upp The use of weapons solemnlye At Winchester, whereas I fought, In sight of manye farr and nye. 'But first,' near Windsor, I did slaye A bore of passing might and strength; Whose like in England never was For hugenesse both in bredth and length. Some of his bones in Warwicke yett Within the castle there doe lye; One of his sheeld-bones to this day Hangs in the citye of Coventrye. On Dunsmore heath I alsoe slewe A monstrous wyld and cruell beast, Calld the Dun-cow of Dunsmore heath; Which manye people had opprest. Some of her bones in Warwicke yett Still for a monument doe lye, And there exposed to lookers viewe, As wonderous strange, they may espye. A dragon in Northumberland I alsoe did in fight destroye, Which did bothe man and beast oppresse, And all the countrye sore annoye. At length to Warwicke I did come, Like pilgrim poore and was not knowne; And there I lived a hermitts life A mile and more out of the towne. Where with my hands I hewed a house Out of a craggy rocke of stone, And lived like a palmer poore WIthin that cave myself alone; And daylye came to begg my bread Of Phelis att my castle gate; Not knowne unto my loved wiffe, Who dailye mourned for her mate. Till att the last I fell sore sicke, Yea, sicke soe sore that I must dye; I sent to her a ring of golde By which shee knewe me presentlye. Then shee repairing to the cave, Before that I gave up the ghost, Herself closd up my dying eyes; My Phelis faire, whom I lovd most. Thus dreadful death did me arrest, To bring my corpes unto the grave, And like a palmer dyed I, Whereby I sought my soule to save. My body that endured this toyle, Though now it be consumed to mold, My statue, faire engraven in stone, In Warwicke still you may behold.