T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
In the Forest of Arden
By Michael Drayton (15631631)(From Pastorals, 1593) FARRE in the Forrest of Arden,1 | |
There dwelt a Knight hight Cassimen, | |
As bold as Isenbras: | |
Fell he was and eager bent | |
In battaile and in Turnament, | 5 |
As was the good Sr. Topas. | |
2 He had (as Antique stories tell) | |
A daughter cleped Dowsabell, | |
A Maiden faire and free, | |
Who, cause she was her fathers heire, | 10 |
Full well she was y-tought the leire | |
Of mickle courtesie. | |
3 The Silke well could she twist and twine, | |
And make the fine Marchpine, | |
And with the needle work. | 15 |
And she could help the Priest to say | |
His Mattins on a Holy-day, | |
And sing a Psalme in Kirk. | |
4 Her Frocke was of the frolique Green, | |
(Mought well become a Mayden Queen) | 20 |
Which seemely was to see: | |
Her Hood to it was neat and fine, | |
In colour like the Columbine, | |
y-wrought full featuously. | |
5 This Maiden in a morne betime, | 25 |
Went forth when May was in her prime, | |
To get sweet Scettuall, | |
The Honysuckle, the Horelock, | |
The Lilly, and the Ladies-Smock, | |
To dight her summer Hall. | 30 |
6 And as she romed here, and there, | |
Y-picking of the bloomed brier, | |
She chanced to espie | |
A Shepheard sitting on a bank, | |
Like Chanticleere—he crowed crank, | 35 |
And piped with merry glee. | |
7 He leerd his Sheep as he him list, | |
When he would whistle in his fist, | |
To feed about him round, | |
Whilst he full many a Caroll sung, | 40 |
That all the fields, and meadowes rung, | |
And made the woods resound. | |
8 In favour this same Shepheard Swaine | |
Was like the Bedlam Tamerlaine, | |
That kept proud Kings in awe, | 45 |
But meek he was as meek mought be, | |
Yea like the gentle Abell, he | |
Whom his lewd brother slew. | |
9 This Shepheard wore a freeze-gray Cloake, | |
The which was of the finest locke, | 50 |
That could be cut with Sheere: | |
His Aule and Lingell in a Thong, | |
His Tar-box by a broad belt hung, | |
His Cap of Minivere. | |
10 His Mittens were of Bausons skin, | 55 |
His Cockers were of Cordowin, | |
His Breech of country blew: | |
All curle, and crisped were his Locks, | |
His brow more white than Albion Rocks: | |
So like a Lover true. | 60 |
11 And piping he did spend the day, | |
As merry as a Popinjay, | |
Which lik’d faire Dowsabell, | |
That wod she ought, or wod she nought, | |
The Shepheard would not from her thought, | 65 |
In love she longing fell: | |
12 With that she tucked up her Frock, | |
(White as the Lilly was her Smock,) | |
And drew the Shepheard nigh, | |
But then the Shepheard pip’d a good, | 70 |
That all his Sheep forsook their food, | |
To heare his melody. | |
13 Thy Sheep (quoth she) cannot be lean, | |
That have so faire a Shepheard Swain, | |
That can his Pipe so well: | 75 |
I but (quoth he) the Shepheard may, | |
If Piping thus he pine away, | |
For love of Dowsabell. | |
14 Of love (fond boy) take thou no keep, | |
Look well (quoth she) unto thy Sheep; | 80 |
Lest they should chance to stray. | |
So had I done (quoth he) full well, | |
Had I not seen faire Dowsabell, | |
Come forth to gather May. | |
15 I cannot stay (quoth she) till night, | 85 |
And leave my Summer Hall undight, | |
And all for love of men. | |
Yet are you, quoth he, too unkind, | |
If in your heart you cannot find, | |
To love us now and then. | 90 |
16 And I will be to thee as kind, | |
As Collin was to Rosalinde, | |
Of courtesie the flower. | |
And I will be as true (quoth she) | |
As ever Lover yet mought be, | 95 |
Unto her Paramour. | |
17 With that the Maiden bent her knee, | |
Down by the Shepheard kneeled she, | |
And sweetly she him kist. | |
But then the Shepheard whoop’d for joy, | 100 |
(Quoth he) was never Shepheard boy, | |
That ever was so blist. | |