[Footnote 60:  comfort.]

[Footnote 61:  preserved.]

[Footnote 62:  ruin.]

[Footnote 63:  inter.]

[Footnote 64:  jewels.]

[Footnote 65:  rare.]

[Footnote 66:  Bristol.]

[Footnote 67:  castle.]

[Footnote 68:  closed.]

[Footnote 69:  taught.]

AELLA.

  CELMONDE, att BRYSTOWE.

    Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayne
    Throwe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites[1] of goulde,
    Mee, happeless mee, hee wylle a wretche behoulde,
  Mieselfe, and al that’s myne, bounde ynne myschaunces chayne.

    Ah!  Birtha, whie dydde Nature frame thee fayre? 5
    Whie art thou all thatt poyntelle[2] canne bewreene[3]? 
    Whie art thou nott as coarse as odhers are?—­
    Botte thenn thie soughle woulde throwe thy vysage sheene,
    Yatt shemres onn thie comelie semlykeene[4],
    Lyche nottebrowne cloudes, whann bie the sonne made redde, 10
    Orr scarlette, wythe waylde lynnen clothe ywreene[5],
    Syke[6] woulde thie spryte upponn thie vysage spredde. 
    Thys daie brave AElla dothe thyne honde & harte
  Clayme as hys owne to be, whyche nee fromm hys moste parte.

    And cann I lyve to see herr wythe anere[7]! 15
    Ytt cannotte, muste notte, naie, ytt shalle not bee. 
    Thys nyghte I’ll putte stronge poysonn ynn the beere,
    And hymm, herr, and myselfe, attenes[8] wyll slea. 
    Assyst mee, Helle! lett Devylles rounde mee tende,
  To slea mieselfe, mie love, & eke mie doughtie[9] friende. 20

  AELLA, BIRTHA.

  AELLA.

    Notte, whanne the hallie prieste dyd make me knyghte,
    Blessynge the weaponne, tellynge future dede,
    Howe bie mie honde the prevyd[10] Dane shoulde blede,
  Howe I schulde often bee, and often wynne, ynn fyghte;

    Notte, whann I fyrste behelde thie beauteous hue, 25
    Whyche strooke mie mynde, & rouzed mie softer soule;
    Nott, whann from the barbed horse yn fyghte dyd viewe
    The flying Dacians oere the wyde playne roule,
    Whan all the troopes of Denmarque made grete dole,
    Dydd I fele joie wyth syke reddoure[11] as nowe, 30
    Whann hallie preest, the lechemanne of the soule,
    Dydd knytte us both ynn a caytysnede[12] vowe: 
    Now hallie AElla’s selynesse ys grate;
  Shap[13] haveth nowe ymade hys woes for to emmate[14].

  BIRTHA.

    Mie lorde, & husbande, syke a joie ys myne; 35
    Botte mayden modestie moste ne soe saie,
    Albeytte thou mayest rede ytt ynn myne eyne,
    Or ynn myne harte, where thou shalte be for aie;
    Inne sothe, I have botte meeded