A Bundle of Ballads Part 22

But soon after this, by the break of the day, The knight had from Rumford stole Bessy away.

The young men of Rumford, as thick as might be, Rode after to fetch again pretty Bessee.

As swift as the wind to ride they were seen, Until they came near unto Bethnal Green; And as the knight lighted most courteouslie, They all fought against him for pretty Bessee.

But rescue came speedily over the plain, Or else the young knight for his love had been slain.

This fray being ended, then straightway he see His kinsmen come railing at pretty Bessee.

Then spake the blind beggar, "Although I be poor, Yet rail not against my child at my own door: Though she be not deck-ed in velvet and pearl, Yet will I drop angels with you for my girl.

"And then, if my gold may better her birth, And equal the gold that you lay on the earth, Then neither rail nor grudge you to see The blind beggar's daughter a lady to be.

"But first you shall promise, and have it well known, The gold that you drop shall all be your own."

With that they repli-ed, "Contented be we."

"Then here's," quoth the beggar, "for pretty Bessee!"

And with that an angel he cast on the ground, And dropp-ed in angels full three thousand pound; And oftentimes it was prov-ed most plain, For the gentlemen's one the beggar dropped twain:

So that the place, wherein they did sit, With gold it was cover-ed every whit.

The gentlemen then having dropt all their store, Said, "Now, beggar, hold; for we have no more.

"Thou hast fulfill-ed thy promise aright."

"Then marry," quoth he, "my girl to this knight; And here," added he, "I will now throw you down A hundred pounds more to buy her a gown."

The gentlemen all, that this treasure had seen, Admir-ed the beggar of Bethnal Green: And all those, that were her suitors before, Their flesh for very anger they tore.

Thus the fair Bess was matched to the knight, And then made a lady in others' despite: A fairer lady there never was seen Than the blind beggar's daughter of Bethnal Green.

But of their sumptuous marriage and feast, What brave lords and knights thither were prest, The SECOND FITT shall set forth to your sight With marvellous pleasure, and wish-ed delight.

THE SECOND FYTTE.

Of a blind beggar's daughter most bright, That late was betroth-ed unto a young knight; All the discourse thereof you did see; But now comes the wedding of pretty Bessee.

Within a gorgeous palace most brave, Adorn-ed with all the cost they could have, This wedding was kept most sumptuousl-ie, And all for the credit of pretty Bessee.

All kind of dainties, and delicates sweet Were bought for the banquet, as it was most meet; Partridge, and plover, and venison most free, Against the brave wedding of pretty Bessee.

This marriage through England was spread by report, So that a great number thereto did resort Of n.o.bles and gentles in every degree; And all for the fame of pretty Bessee.

To church then went this gallant young knight, His bride followed after, an angel most bright, With gay troops of ladies, the like ne'er was seen As went with sweet Bessy of Bethnal Green.

This marriage being sol-emniz-ed then, With music performed by the skilfullest men, The n.o.bles and gentles sate down at that tide, Each one admiring the beautiful bride.

Now, after the sumptuous dinner was done, To talk and to reason a number begun; They talked of the blind beggar's daughter most bright, And what with his daughter he gave to the knight.

Then spake the n.o.bles, "Much marvel have we, This jolly blind beggar we cannot here see."

"My lords," quoth the bride, "my father's so base, He is loth with his presence these states to disgrace."

"The praise of a woman in question to bring Before her own face, were a flattering thing; But we think thy father's baseness," quoth they, "Might by thy beauty be clean put away."

They had no sooner these pleasant words spoke, But in comes the beggar clad in a silk cloak; A fair velvet cap and a feather had he, And now a musician forsooth he would be.

He had a dainty lute under his arm, He touch-ed the strings, which made such a charm, Says, "Please you to hear any music of me, I'll sing you a song of pretty Bessee."

With that his lute he tw.a.n.g-ed straightway, And thereon began most sweetly to play; And after that lessons were played two or three, He strained out this song most delicatel-ie.

"A poor beggar's daughter did dwell on a green, Who for her fairness might well be a queen: A blithe bonny la.s.s, and a dainty was she, And many one call-ed her pretty Bessee.

"Her father he had no goods, nor no land, But begged for a penny all day with his hand; And yet to her marriage he gave thousands three, And still he hath somewhat for pretty Bessee.

"And if any one here her birth do disdain, Her father is ready, with might and with main, To prove she is come of a n.o.ble degree, Therefore never flout at pretty Bessee."

With that the lords and the company round With hearty laughter were ready to swound.

At last said the lords, "Full well we may see, The bride and the beggar's beholden to thee."

On this the bride all blus.h.i.+ng did rise, The pearly drops standing within her fair eyes.

"O pardon my father, grave n.o.bles," quoth she, "That through blind affection thus doteth on me."

"If this be thy father," the n.o.bles did say, "Well may he be proud of this happy day; Yet by his countenance well may we see, His birth and his fortune did never agree:

"And therefore, blind man, we bid thee bewray, (And look that the truth thou to us do say) Thy birth and thy parentage, what it may be; For the love that thou bearest to pretty Bessee."

"Then give me leave, n.o.bles and gentles, each one, One song more to sing, and then I have done; And if that it may not win good report, Then do not give me a groat for my sport.

"Sir Simon de Montfort my subject shall be; Once chief of all the great barons was he, Yet fortune so cruel this lord did abase, Now lost and forgotten are he and his race.

"When the barons in arms did King Henry oppose, Sir Simon de Montfort their leader they chose; A leader of courage undaunted was he, And oft-times he made their bold enemies flee.

"At length in the battle on Evesham plain, The barons were routed, and Montfort was slain; Most fatal that battle did prove unto thee, Though thou wast not born then, my pretty Bessee!

"Along with the n.o.bles, that fell at that tide, His eldest son Henry, who fought by his side, Was felled by a blow he received in the fight: A blow that deprived him for ever of sight.

"Among the dead bodies all lifeless he lay, Till evening drew on of the following day.

When by a young lady discovered was he; And this was thy mother, my pretty Bessee!

"A baron's fair daughter stept forth in the night To search for her father, who fell in the fight, And seeing young Montfort, where gasping he lay, Was mov-ed with pity, and brought him away.

"In secret she nursed him, and swag-ed his pain, While he through the realm was believed to be slain: At length his fair bride she consented to be, And made him glad father of pretty Bessee.

"And now, lest our foes our lives should betray, We cloth-ed ourselves in beggar's array; Her jewels she sold, and hither came we: All our comfort and care was our pretty Bessee.

"And here have we liv-ed in fortune's despite, Though poor, yet contented with humble delight: Full forty winters thus have I been A silly blind beggar of Bethnal Green.

"And here n.o.ble lord-es, is ended the song Of one that once to your own rank did belong: And thus have you learn-ed a secret from me, That ne'er had been known but for pretty Bessee."

Now when the fair company every one, Had heard the strange tale in the song he had shown, They all were amaz-ed, as well they might be, Both at the blind beggar, and pretty Bessee.