But all my golden hair shall ever round you flow,
Between the light and shade from Golden Guendolen.

_Afterwards, in the Palace._

KING SEBALD.

I took my armour off,
Put on king's robes of gold;
Over the kirtle green
The gold fell fold on fold.

THE WITCH, _out of hell_.

_Guendolen! Guendolen!
One lock of hair!_

GUENDOLEN.

I am so glad, for every day
He kisses me much the same way
As in the tower: under the sway
Of all my golden hair.

KING SEBALD.

We rode throughout the town,
A gold crown on my head;
Through all the gold-hung streets,
Praise God! the people said.

THE WITCH.

_Gwendolen! Guendolen!
Lend me your hair!_

GUENDOLEN.

Verily, I seem like one
Who, when day is almost done,
Through a thick wood meets the sun
That blazes in her hair.

KING SEBALD.

Yea, at the palace gates,
Praise God! the great knights said,
For Sebald the high king,
And the lady's golden head.

THE WITCH.

_Woe is me! Guendolen
Sweeps back her hair._

GUENDOLEN.

Nothing wretched now, no screams;
I was unhappy once in dreams,
And even now a harsh voice seems
To hang about my hair.

THE WITCH.

WOE! THAT ANY MAN COULD DARE
TO CLIMB UP THE YELLOW STAIR,
GLORIOUS GUENDOLEN'S GOLDEN HAIR.

CONCERNING GEFFRAY TESTE NOIRE

CONCERNING GEFFRAY TESTE NOIRE

And if you meet the Canon of Chimay,
As going to Ortaise you well may do,
Greet him from John of Castel Neuf, and say
All that I tell you, for all this is true.

This Geffray Teste Noire was a Gascon thief,
Who, under shadow of the English name,
Pilled all such towns and countries as were lief
To King Charles and St. Denis; thought it blame

If anything escaped him; so my lord,
The Duke of Berry, sent Sir John Bonne Lance,
And other knights, good players with the sword,
To check this thief, and give the land a chance.

Therefore we set our bastides round the tower
That Geffray held, the strong thief! like a king,
High perch'd upon the rock of Ventadour,
Hopelessly strong by