%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A pleasant Song of the Valiant Deeds of Chivalry, / achiev'd by that Noble Knight, Sir Guy of Warwick, who for the love of fair Phillis / became a Hermit, and dyed in a Cave of a Craggy Rock, a mile distant from Warwick. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1674-1674 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/05/2012 30400

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R216017 1 Was ever man, &c. Guy of Warwick Was Ever Man, etc. WAs ever Knight for Ladies sake, / so tost in love, as I Sir Guy? Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 50 3: 51 A pleasant Song of the Valiant Deeds of Chivalry, / achiev'd by that Noble Knight, Sir Guy of Warwick, who for the love of fair Phillis / became a Hermit, and dyed in a Cave of a Craggy Rock, a mile distant from Warwick. A pleasant Song of the Valiant Deeds of Chivalry, atchiev’d by that Noble Knight, Sir Guy of Warwick, who for the love of fair Phillis became a Hermit, and dyed in a Cave of a Craggy Rock, a mile distant from Warwick. A pleasant Song of the Valiant Deeds of Chivalry, achieved by that Noble Knight, Sir Guy of Warwick, who for the love of fair Phillis became a Hermit, and died in a Cave of a Craggy Rock, a mile distant from Warwick. 1674-1674 F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke

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WAs ever Knight for Ladies sake, so tost in love, as I Sir Guy? For Phillis fair that Lady bright, as ever man beheld with eye; She gave me leave my self to try, the valiant Knights with shield and spear Ere that her love she would grant me, which made me venture far and neer. The proud Sir Guy a barren bold, in deeds of arms the Doubtful Knight, That every day in England was, with sword and spear in field to fight: An English-man I was by birth, in faith of Christ a Christian true; The wicked Laws of Infidels, I sought by power to subdue. Two hundred twenty years and odd, after our Saviour Christ his birth, When King Atheston wore the Crown, I lived here upon the earth: Sometimes I was of Warwick Earl, and as I said in very truth: A Ladies love did me constrain to seek strange vertues in my youth.
To try my fame by feats of Arms, in strange and sundry heathen Lands, Where I atchieved for her sake right dangerous conquests with my hands. For first I saild to Normandy, and there I stoutly won in fight, The Emperors daughter of Almany, from many a valiant worthy Knight. Then passed I the Seas of Greece, to help the Emperor to his right, Against the mighty Soldans Hoast, of puissant Persians for to fight: Where I did slay of Sarazens, and heathen Pagans many a Man; And slew the Soldans Couzin dear, who had to name, daughty Calbron. Ezkeldred that Famous Knight, to death likewise I did pursue, And Almain King of Tyre also, most terrible too in fight to view. I went into the Soldans Hoast, being thither on ambassage sent, And brought away his head with me, I having slain him in his Tent.
THere was a Dragon in the Land, which also I my self did slay; [A]s he a Lyon did pursue, most fiercely met me by the way: [F]rom thence I past the Seas of Greece, and came to Pavy land aright; [W]here I the Duke of Pavy Kild, his hainous treason to requite. [A]nd after came into this land, towards fair Phillis Lady bright; [F]or love of whom I travelled far to try my manhood and my might: But when I had espoused her, I staid with her but forty days, But there I left this Lady fair, and then I went beyond the Seas. [A]ll clad in gray in Pilgrim sort, my voyage from her I did take, [U]nto that blessed Holy Land, for Jesus Christ my Saviours sake: Where I Earl Jonas did redeem, and all his Sons, which were fifteen: Who with the cruel Sarazens, in Prison for long time had been. [I] slew the Gyant Amarant in battel fiercely hand to hand, And Daughty Barknard killed I, the mighty Duke of that same Land: Then I to England came again, and here with Colbron fell I fought,
An ugly Gyant, which the Danes, had for their Champion thither brought. I overcame him in the field, and slew him dead right valiantly; Where I the Land did then redeem from Danish tribute utterly: And afterwards I offered up the use of weapons solemnly; At Winchester, whereas I fought in sight of many far and nigh. In Windsor Forrest I did slay, a Boar of passing might and strength; The like in England never was, for hugeness both in breadth and length; Some of his bones in Warwick yet, within the Castle there do lie; One of his shield bones to this day, hangs in the City of Coventry. On Dunsmore-heath I also slew, a monstrous wild and cruel beast, Calld the Dun Cow of Duns-more-heath, which many people had opprest: Some of her bones in Warwick yet, still for a monument do lie, Which unto every lookers view, as wondrous strange they may espy. Another Dragon in the Land, I also did in fight destroy, Which did both men and beasts oppress
and all the Country sore annoy: An[d] then to Warwick came again, like Pilgrim poor, and was not known, And there I livd a Hermits life, a mile and more out of the town. Where with my hand I hewd a house, out of a craggy rock of stone; And lived like a Palmer poor, within that Cave my self alone: And daily came to beg my food of Phillis at my Castle Gate, Not known unto my loving Wife, who mourned daily for her mate. Till at the last I fell sore sick, yea sick so sore that I must dye; I sent to her a ring of gold, by which she knew me presently: Then she repairing to the Cave, before that I gave up the Ghost; Her self closd up my dying eyes, my Phillis fair, whom I lovd most. Thus dreadful death did me arrest, to bring my corps unto the Grave, And like a Palmer dyed I, whereby I sought my life to save: My body in Warwick yet doth lie, though now it be consumd to mold, My stature there was graven in stone, this present day you may behold.
FINIS. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright,and J. Clarke.