Beauty and the Prisoner
Sen
that
I
am
a
presoneir
Till
hir
that
farest
is
and
best,
I
me
commend
fra
yeir
till
yeir
Intill
hir
bandoun
for
to
rest.
I
govit
on
that
gudliest:
So
lang
to
luk
I
tuk
laseir,
Quhill
I
wes
tane
withouttin
test
And
led
furth
as
a
presoneir.
Hir
Sweit
Having
and
Fresche
Bewté
Hes
wondit
me
but
swerd
or
lance.
With
thame
to
go
commandit
me
Ontill
the
Castell
of
Pennance.
I
said,
"Is
this
your
govirnance,
To
tak
men
for
thair
luking
heir?"
Fresche
Bewty
said,
"Ya,
schir,
perchance
Ye
be
my
ladeis
presoneir."
Thai
had
me
bundin
to
the
get
Quhair
Strangenes
had
bene
portar
ay,
And
in
deliverit
me
thairat
And
in
thir
termis
can
thai
say:
"Do
wait
and
lat
him
nocht
away."
Quo
Strangenes
unto
the
porteir,
"Ontill
my
lady,
I
dar
lay,
Ye
be
to
pure
a
presoneir."
Thai
kest
me
in
a
deip
dungeoun
And
fetterit
me
but
lok
or
cheyne.
The
capitane,
hecht
Comparesone,
To
luke
on
me
he
thocht
greit
deyne.
Thocht
I
wes
wo
I
durst
nocht
pleyne,
For
he
had
fetterit
mony
a
feir.
With
petous
voce
thus
cuth
I
sene,
"Wo
is
a
wofull
presoneir."
Langour
wes
weche
upoun
the
wall,
That
nevir
sleipit
bot
evir
wouke.
Scorne
wes
bourdour
in
the
hall
And
oft
on
me
his
babill
schuke,
Lukand
with
mony
a
dengerous
luke.
"Quhat
is
he
yone
that
methis
us
neir?
Ye
be
to
townage,
be
this
buke,
To
be
my
ladeis
presoneir."
Gud
Houp
rownit
in
my
eir
And
bad
me
baldlie
breve
a
bill;
With
Lawlines
he
suld
it
beir,
With
Fair
Service
send
it
hir
till.
I
wouk
and
wret
hir
all
my
will.
Fair
Service
fur
withouttin
feir,
Sayand
till
hir
with
wirdis
still,
"Haif
pety
of
your
presoneir."
Than
Lawlines
to
Petie
went
And
said
till
hir
in
termis
schort,
"Lat
we
yone
presoneir
be
schent,
Will
no
man
do
to
us
support.
Gar
lay
ane
sege
unto
yone
fort."
Than
Petie
said,
"I
sall
appeir."
Thocht
sayis,
"I
hecht,
coim
I
ourthort,
I
houp
to
lows
the
presoneir."
Than
to
battell
thai
war
arreyit
all
And
ay
the
vawart
kepit
Thocht.
Lust
bur
the
benner
to
the
wall,
And
Bissines
the
grit
gyn
brocht.
Skorne
cryis
out,
sayis,
"Wald
ye
ocht?"
Lust
sayis,
"We
wald
haif
entré
heir."
Comparisone
sayis,
"That
is
for
nocht.
Ye
will
nocht
wyn
the
presoneir."
Thai
thairin
schup
for
to
defend,
And
thai
thairfurth
sailyeit
ane
hour.
Than
Bissines
the
grit
gyn
bend,
Straik
doun
the
top
of
the
foir
tour.
Comparisone
began
to
lour
And
cryit
furth,
"I
yow
requeir
Soft
and
fair
and
do
favour,
And
tak
to
yow
the
presoneir."
Thai
fyrit
the
gettis
deliverly
With
faggottis
wer
grit
and
huge,
And
Strangenes,
quhair
that
he
did
ly,
Wes
brint
into
the
porter
luge.
Lustely
thay
lakit
bot
a
juge,
Sik
straikis
and
stychling
wes
on
steir.
The
semeliest
wes
maid
assege,
To
quhome
that
he
wes
presoneir.
Throucht
Skornes
nos
thai
put
a
prik,
This
he
wes
banist
and
gat
a
blek.
Comparisone
wes
erdit
quik,
And
Langour
lap
and
brak
his
nek.
Thai
sailyeit
fast,
all
the
fek.
Lust
chasit
my
ladeis
chalmirleir;
Gud
Fame
wes
drownit
in
a
sek:
Thus
ransonit
thai
the
presoneir.
Fra
Sklandir
hard
Lust
had
undone
His
ennemeis,
he
him
aganis
Assemblit
ane
semely
sort
full
sone
And
rais
and
rowttit
all
the
planis.
His
cusing
in
the
court
remanis,
Bot
jalous
folkis
and
geangleiris
And
fals
Invy,
that
nothing
lanis,
Blew
out
on
Luvis
presoneir.
Syne
Matremony,
that
nobill
king,
Was
grevit
and
gadderit
ane
grit
ost,
And
all
enermit,
without
lesing,
Chest
Sklander
to
the
west
se
cost.
Than
wes
he
and
his
linege
lost,
And
Matremony,
withouttin
weir,
The
band
of
freindschip
hes
indost
Betuix
Bewty
and
the
presoneir.
Be
that
of
eild
wes
Gud
Famis
air
And
cumyne
to
continuatioun,
And
to
the
court
maid
his
repair
Quhair
Matremony
than
woir
the
crowne.
He
gat
ane
confirmatioun,
All
that
his
modir
aucht
but
weir,
And
baid
still,
as
it
wes
resone,
With
Bewty
and
the
presoneir.
