[443] distrain = distress. [444] part with = share with. [445] tho = those. [446] hele = health. [447] yede = went. [448] on the splene = in haste. _70. Fause Foodrage_ I King Easter has courted her for her lands, King Wester for her fee, King Honour for her comely face, And for her fair bodie. II They had not been four months married, As I have heard them tell, Until the nobles of the land Against them did rebel. III And they cast kevils[449] them amang, And kevils them between; And they cast kevils them amang, Wha suld gae kill the king. IV O, some said yea, and some said nay, Their words did not agree; Till up and got him, Fause Foodrage, And swore it suld be he. V When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a’ men bound to bed, King Honour and his gay ladye In a high chamber were laid. VI Then up and raise him, Fause Foodrage, When a’ were fast asleep, And slew the porter in his lodge, That watch and ward did keep. VII O four-and-twenty silver keys Hang hie upon a pin; And aye, as ae door he did unlock, He has fasten’d it him behin’. VIII Then up and raise him, King Honour, Says--‘What means a’ this din? Or what’s the matter, Fause Foodrage, Or wha has loot you in?’-- IX ‘O ye my errand weel sall learn, Before that I depart.’-- Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp, And pierced him to the heart. X Then up and got the Queen hersell, And fell low down on her knee, ‘O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! For I never injured thee. XI ‘O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! Until I lighter be! And see gin it be lad or lass, King Honour has left me wi’.’-- XII ‘O gin it be a lass,’ he says, ‘Weel nursèd it sall be; But gin it be a lad bairn, He sall be hangèd hie. XIII ‘I winna spare for his tender age, Nor yet for his hie hie kin; But soon as e’er he born is, He sall mount the gallows pin.’-- XIV O four-and-twenty valiant knights Were set the Queen to guard; And four stood aye at her bour door, To keep both watch and ward. XV But when the time drew near an end, That she suld lighter be, She cast about to find a wile, To set her body free. XVI O she has birled these merry young men With the ale but and the wine, Until they were a’ deadly drunk As any wild-wood swine. XVII ‘O narrow, narrow is this window, And big, big am I grown!’-- Yet through the might of Our Ladye, Out at it she is gone. XVIII She wander’d up, she wander’d down, She wander’d out and in, And, at last, into the very swine’s stythe The Queen brought forth a son. XIX