Two verbal peculiarities in this ballad will not fail to be remarked: a superfluous _and_, 7^4, without and a good leedginge, 8^3, and take you doe and the baken bread, 27^1, and hee tooke then vp and that eldryge sword, 39^1, but take you doo and your lands broad, and again 26^1(?); _for_ used, apparently, in the sense of _but_ (as in "for and a shrouding sheet"), 11^3, ffor if you wold comfort me with a kisse, 13^3, ffor some deeds of armes ffaine wold I doe, 22^5, ffor they tooke and two good swords; in this last we have the superfluous _and_ again. These were, perhaps, only tricks of some ballad-singer, eking out his measure with half-articulated syllables.[70] * * * * * Percy's ballad is translated by Bodmer, I, 134, and by Bothe, p. 25; Buchan's by Gerhard, p. 32. * * * * * * * 1 And in _tha_t land dwells a king W_hi_ch does beare the bell ouer all, And w_i_th him there dwelled a curteous k_nigh_t, S_i_r Cawline men him call. 2 And he hath a ladye to his daughter, Of ffashyon shee hath noe peere; K_night_s and lordes they woed her both, Trusted to haue beene her feere. 3 S_i_r Cawline loues her best of onë, But nothing durst hee say To discreeue his councell to noe man, But deerlye loued this may. 4 Till itt beffell vpon a day, Great dill to him was dight; The maydens loue remoued his mind, To care-bed went the knight. 5 And one while he spread his armes him ffroe, And cryed soe pittyouslye: 'Ffor the maydens loue _tha_t I haue most minde This day may comfort mee, Or else ere noone I shalbe dead!' Thus can S_i_r Cawline say. 6 When our p_ar_ish masse _tha_t itt was done, And our king was bowne to dine, He sayes, Where is S_i_r Cawline, _Tha_t was wont to serue me with ale and wine? 7 But then answered a curteous k_nigh_t, Ffast his hands wringinge: 'S_ir_ Cawline's sicke, and like to be dead W_i_thout and a good leedginge.' 8 'Ffeitch yee downe my daughter deere, Shee is a leeche ffull ffine; I, and take you doe and the baken bread, And drinke he on the wine soe red, And looke no daynti is ffor him to deare, For ffull loth I wold him tine.' 9 This ladye is gone to his chamber, Her maydens ffollowing nye; 'O well,' shee sayth, 'how doth my lord?' 'O sicke!' againe saith hee. 10 'I, but rise vp wightlye, man, for shame! Neuer lye here soe cowardlye! Itt is told in my ffathers hall, Ffor my loue you will dye.' 11 'Itt is ffor yo_u_r loue, ffayre ladye, _Tha_t all this dill I drye; Ffor if you wold comfort me w_i_th a kisse, Then were I brought ffrom bale to blisse, Noe longer here wold I lye.'