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That night they spent in pleasant sport,

And when the day was come, A post for fair Alphonso came

To fetch him home to Rome.
Then was the matter plainly prov'd

Alphonso wedded was,
And not Ganselo to that dame,

Which brought great woe, álas! .

Alphonso being gone to Rome

With this his lady gay,
Ganselo's friends and kindred all

In such a rage did stay,
That they deprived him of his wealth,

His land, and rich attire,
And banished him their country quite,

In rage and wrathful ire.

With sad and pensive thoughts, alas!

Ganselo wandered then,
Who was constrained through want to beg

Relief of many men :
In this distress oft would he

To Rome I mean to go
To seek Alphonso, my dear friend,

Who will relieve my woe.

To Rome when


came, And found Alphonso's place, Which was so famous, huge, and fair,

Himself in such poor case,
He was ashamed to shew himself

In that his poor array,
Saying Alphonso knows me well

If he would come this way.

Therefore he staid within the street,

Alphonso then came by, But heeded not Ganselo poor,

His friend that stood so nigh. Which grieved Ganselo to the heart,

Quoth he, and is it so?
Doth proud Alphonso now disdain

His friend indeed to know.

In desperate sort away he went

Into a barn hard by,
And presently he drew his knife,

Thinking thereby to die.
And bitterly in sorrow there

He did lament and weep, And being over-weighed with grief,

He there fell fast asleep.


While soundly there he sweetly slept,

Came in a murdering thief, And saw a naked knife lie by

This man so full of grief;
The knife so bright he took up straight,

And went away amain,
And thrust it in a murder'd man

Which he before had slain.

And afterwards he went with speed

And put this bloody knife Into his hand that sleeping lay,

To save himself from strife : Which done, away in haste he ran,

And when that search was made, Ganselo with his bloody knife,

Was for the murder staid,

And brought before the magistrate,

Who did confess most plain,
That he indeed with that same knife

The murder'd man had slain.
Alphonso sitting with the judge,

And knowing Ganselo's face, To save his friend did

say himself Was guilty in that case

None, quoth Alphonso, kill'd the man,

My lord, but only I,
And therefore set this poor man free,

And let me justly die.
Thus while for death these faithful friends

In striving did proceed,
The man before the senate came,

That did the fact indeed.

Who being moved with remorse,

Their friendly hearts to see,
Did say before the judges plain

None did the fact but he.
Thus when the truth was plainly told,

Of all sides joy was seen,
Alphonso did embrace his friend

Which had so woful been.

In rich array he' clothed him

As fitted his degree,
And helped him to his lands again

And former dignity.
The murderer for telling truth

Had pardon at that time,
Who afterwards lamented much

His foul and grievous crime.



[From a black letter copy, in the Pepys Collection.]

Complain, my lute, complain on him,

That stays so long away,
He promis'd to be here ere this,

But still unkind doth stay :
But now the proverb true I find,

Once out of sight, then out of mind,
Hey ho, my heart is full of woe !

Peace, lyre, peace, it is not so,

He'll by and by be here,
But every one that is in love

Thinks every hour a year.
Hark, hark! methinks I hear one knock,

Run quickly then, and turn the lock,
Then farewell all my care and woe.

Come, gallant, now, come loiterer,

For I must chide with thee,
But yet I will forgive thee once,

Come, sit thee down by me,

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