ADVERTISEMENT.
The Reader is desired to observe, that the notes at the bottom of the several pages, throughout the following part of this book, are all copied from MSS. in the hand-writing of Thomas Chatterton.
POEMS, &c.
ECLOGUE THE FIRST.
Whanne Englonde, smeethynge[1]
from her lethal[2] wounde,
From her galled necke dyd
twytte[3] the chayne awaie,
Kennynge her legeful sonnes
falle all arounde,
(Myghtie theie fell, ’twas
Honoure ledde the fraie,)
Thanne inne a dale, bie eve’s
dark surcote[4] graie, 5
Twayne lonelie shepsterres[5]
dyd abrodden[6] flie,
(The rostlyng liff doth theyr
whytte hartes affraie[7],)
And wythe the owlette trembled
and dyd crie;
Firste Roberte Neatherde hys
sore boesom stroke.
Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke.
10
ROBERTE.
Ah, Raufe! gif thos the howres
do comme alonge,
Gif thos wee flie in chase
of farther woe,
Oure fote wylle fayle, albeytte
wee bee stronge,
Ne wylle oure pace swefte
as oure danger goe.
To oure grete wronges we have
enheped[8] moe, 15
The Baronnes warre! oh! woe
and well-a-daie!
I haveth lyff, bott have escaped
soe,
That lyff ytsel mie Senses
doe affraie.
Oh Raufe, comme lyste, and
hear mie dernie[9] tale,
Comme heare the balefull[10] dome of Robynne
of the Dale. 20
RAUFE.
Saie to mee nete; I kenne
thie woe in myne;
O! I’ve a tale
that Sabalus[11] mote[12] telle.
Swote[13] flouretts, mantled
meedows, forestes dygne[14];
Gravots[15] far-kend[16] arounde
the Errmiets[17] cell;
The swote ribible[18] dynning[19]
yn the dell; 25
The joyous daunceynge ynn
the hoastrie[20] courte;
Eke[21] the highe songe and
everych joie farewell,
Farewell the verie shade of
fayre dysporte[22]:
Impestering[23] trobble onn
mie heade doe comme,
Ne on kynde Seyncte to warde[24] the aye[25]
encreasynge dome. 30
ROBERTE.