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I. THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE.
At the beginning of this volume we gave the old original Song of Chevy Chace. The reader has here the more improved edition of that fine Heroic ballad. It will afford
“That ever he slain should be:
“For when his legs were hewn in two,
“He knelt and fought on his knee.”
So again the stanza which describes the fall of Montgomery is somewhat more elevated in the ancient copy,
“He on Montgomery set:
“The swan-feathers his arrow bore
“With his hearts blood were wet.”
WE might also add, that the circumstances of the battle are more clearly conceived, and the several incidents more distinctly marked in the old original, than in the improved copy. It is well known that the ancient English weapon was the long bow, and that this nation excelled all others in archery; while the Scottish warriours chiefly depended on the use of the spear: this characteristic difference never escapes our ancient bard, whose description of the first onset (p. 9.) is to the following effect.
“The proposal of the two gallant earls to determine the dispute by single combat being over-ruled; the English, says he, who stood with their bows ready bent, gave a general discharge of their arrows, which slew seven score spearmen of the enemy: but notwithstanding so severe a loss, Douglas like a brave captain kept his ground. He had divided his forces into three columns, who as soon as the English had discharged the first volley, bore down upon them with their spears, and breaking through their ranks reduced them to close fighting. The archers upon this dropt their bows and had recourse to their swords, and there followed so sharp a conflict, that multitudes on both sides lost their lives.” In the midst of this general engagement, at length the two great earls meet, and after a spirited rencounter agree to breathe; upon which a parley ensues, that would do honour to Homer himself.
Nothing can be more pleasingly distinct and circumstantial than this: whereas the modern copy, tho' in general it has great merit, is here unluckily both confused and obscure. Indeed the original words seem here to have been totally misunderstood. “Yet bydys the yerl Douglas upon the bent,” evidently signifies, “Yet the earl Douglas abides in the field:” Whereas the more modern bard seems to have understood by bent, the inclination of his mind, and accordingly runs quite off from the subject ,
“Earl Douglas had the bent.”
ONE may also observe a generous impartiality in the old original bard, when in the conclusion of his tale he represents both nations as quitting the field without any reproachful reflection on either: tho' he gives to his own countrymen the credit of being the smaller number.
“Went away but fifty and three;
“Of twenty hundred spearmen of Scotland,
“But even five and fifty.”
He attributes flight to neither party, as hath been done in the modern copies of this ballad, as well Scotch as English. For, to be even with our latter bard, who makes the Scots to flee, some reviser of North Britain has turned his own arms against him, and printed an Edition at Glasgow, in which the lines are thus transposed,
“Went hame but fifty-three:
“Of twenty hundred Englishmen
“Scarce fifty-five did flee.”
And to countenance this change he has suppressed the two stanzas between ver. 241. and ver. 249.—From this Edition I have reformed the Scottish names in pag. 263. which in the modern English ballad appeared to be corrupted.
When I call the present admired ballad modern, I only mean that it is comparatively so; for that it could not be writ much later than the time of Q. Elizabeth, I think may be made appear; nor yet does it seem to be older than the beginning of the last century . Sir Philip Sidney, when he complains
THIS much premised, the reader that would see the general beauties of this ballad set in a just and striking light, may consult the excellent criticism of Mr. Addison . With regard to its subject: it has already been considered in page 3d. The conjectures there offered will receive confirmation from a passage in the Memoirs of Cary Earl of Monmouth, 8 vo. 1759. p. 165. Whence we learn that it was an ancient custom with the borderers of the two kingdoms when they were at peace, to send to the Lord Wardens of the opposite Marches for leave to hunt within their districts. If leave was granted, then towards the end of summer they would come and hunt for several days together “with their grey-hounds for deer:” but if they took this liberty unpermitted, then the Lord Warden of the border so invaded, would not fail to interrupt their sport and chastise their boldness. He mentions a remarkable instance that happened while he was Warden, when some Scotch Gentlemen coming to hunt in defiance of him, there must have ensued such an action as this of Chevy Chace, if the intruders had been proportionably numerous and well-armed; for upon their being attacked by his men at arms, he tells us, “some hurt was done, tho'
The following text is given from a copy in the Editor's folio MS. compared with two or three others printed in black letter.—In the second volume of Dryden's Miscellanies may be found a translation of Chevy Chace into Latin Rhymes. The translator, Mr. Henry Bold of New College, undertook it at the command of Dr. Compton, bishop of London; who thought it no derogation to his episcopal character, to avow a fondness for this excellent old ballad.
See the preface to Bold's Latin Songs, 1685. 8 vo.Our lives and safetyes all;
A woful hunting once there did
In Chevy-Chace befall;
Earl Percy took his way;
The child may rue that is unborne,
The hunting of that day.
A vow to God did make,
His pleasure in the Scottish woods
Three summers days to take;
To kill and beare away.
In Scotland where he lay:
He wold prevent his sport.
The English earl, not fearing this,
Did to the woods resort
All chosen men of might,
Who knew full well in time of neede
To aime their shafts aright.
To chase the fallow deere:
On Monday they began to hunt,
Ere day-light did appeare;
An hundred fat buckes slaine;
Then having din'd, the drovers went
To rouze them up againe.
Well able te endure;
Theire backsides all, with speciall care,
That day were guarded sure.
The nimble deere to take ,
And with their cryes the hills and dales
An echo shrill did make.
To view the slaughter'd deere;
Quoth he, Earl Douglas promised
This day to meete me here:
No longer wold I stay.
With that, a brave younge gentleman
Thus to the earle did say:
His men in armour bright;
Full twenty hundred Scottish speares
All marching in our sight;
Fast by the river Tweede:
Then cease your sport, Earl Percy said,
And take your bowes with speede:
Your courage forth advance;
For never was there champion yet,
In Scotland or in France,
But if my hap it were,
I durst encounter man for man,
With him to break a speare.
Most like a baron bold,
Rode foremost of his company,
Whose armour shone like gold:
That hunt soe boldly heere,
That, without my consent, doe chase
And kill my fallow-deere?
Was noble Percy hee;
Who sayd, We list not to declare,
Nor shew whose men wee bee:
Thy cheefest harts to slay.
Then Douglas swore a solemne oathe,
And thus in rage did say,
One of us two shall dye:
I know thee well, an earl thou art;
Lord Percy, so am I.
And great offence to kill
Any of these our harmlesse men,
For they have done no ill.
And set our men aside.
Accurs'd bee hee, Lord Percy sayd,
By whome this is denyed.
Witherington was his name,
Who said, I wold not have it told
To Henry our king for shame,
And I stood looking on.
You bee two earls, sayd Witherington,
And I a squire alone:
While I have power to stand:
While I have pow'r to weeld my sword,
Ile fight with heart and hand.
Their hearts were good and trew;
At the first flight of arrowes sent,
Full threescore Scots they slew.
The 4 stanzas here inclosed in Brackets, which are borrowed chiefly from the ancient Copy, are offered to the Reader instead of the following unmeaning lines, which are those of the Author, viz.
Earl Douglas had the bent;
Two captaines mov'd with mickle pride,
Their speares to shivers went.
As Chieftain stout and good.
As valiant Captain, all unmov'd
The shock he firmly stood.
As Leader ware and try'd,
And soon his spearmen on their foes
Bare down on every side.
They dealt full many a wound:
But still our valiant Englishmen
All firmly kept their ground:
They grasp'd their swords so bright:
And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,
On shields and helmets light.]
Noe slackness there was found;
And many a gallant gentleman
Lay gasping on the ground.
And likewise for to heare,
The cries of men lying in their gore,
And scattered here and there.
Like captaines of great might:
Like lyons wood, they layd on load,
And made a cruell fight:
With swords of temper'd steele;
Until the blood, like drops of rain,
They trickling down did feele.
In faith I will thee bring,
Where thou shalt high advanced bee
By James our Scottish king:
And thus report of thee,
Thou art the most couragious knight,
That ever I did see.
Thy proffer I doe scorne;
I will not yeelde to any Scott,
That ever yet was borne.
Out of an English bow,
Which strucke Earl Douglas to the heart,
A deepe and deadlye blow:
Fight on, my merry men all;
For why, my life is at an end;
Lord Percy sees my fall.
The dead man by the hand;
And said, Earl Douglas, for thy life
Wold I had lost my land.
With sorrow for thy sake;
For sure, a more renowned knight
Mischance did never take.
Which saw Earl Douglas dye,
Who streight in wrath did vow revenge
Upon the Lord Percy:
Who, with a speare most bright,
Well-mounted on a gallant steed,
Ran fiercely through the fight;
Without all dread or feare;
And thro' Earl Percy's body then
He thrust his hatefull speare;
He did his body gore,
The speare went through the other side
A large cloth-yard, and more.
Whose courage none could staine:
An English archer then perceiv'd
The noble earl was slaine;
Made of a trusty tree;
An arrow of a cloth-yard long
Up to the head drew hee:
So right the shaft he sett,
The grey goose-wing that was thereon,
In his hearts blood was wett.
Till setting of the sun;
For when they rung the evening-bell ,
The battel scarce was done.
Sir John of Egerton ,
Sir Robert Ratcliff
This was a family much distinguished in Northumberland. Edw. Radcliffe, mil. was sheriff of that county in 17 of Hen. 7. and others of the same surname afterwards. (See Fuller, p. 313.) Sir George Ratcliff, Knt. was one of the commissioners of inclosure in 1552. (See Nicholson, p. 330.)—Of this family was the late Earl of Derwentwater, who was beheaded in 1715. The Editor's folio MS. however, reads here, Sir Robert Harcliffe and Sir William.
The Harcleys were an eminent family in Cumberland. See Fuller p. 224. Whether this may be thought to be the same name, I do not determine.
Sir James that bold baròn :
Both knights of good account,
Good Sir Ralph Raby
This might be intended to celebrate one of the ancient possessors of Raby Castle in the county of Durham. Yet it is written Rebbye, in the fol. MS. and looks like a corruption of Rugby or Rokeby, an eminent family in Yorkshire, see p. 14, 33. It will not be wondered that the Percies should be thought to bring followers out of that county, where they themselves were originally seated, and had always such extensive property and influence.
Whose prowesse did surmount.
As one in doleful dumpes ;
For when his legs were smitten off,
He fought upon his stumpes.
Sir Hugh Mountgomery;
Sir Charles Murray , that from the feeld
One foote would never flee.
His sisters sonne was hee;
Sir David Lamb , so well esteem'd,
Yet saved cold not be.
Did with Earl Douglas dye:
Of twenty hundred Scottish speres,
Scarce fifty-five did flye.
Went home but fifty-three;
The rest were slaine in Chevy-Chase,
Under the greene wood tree.
Their husbands to bewayle;
But all wold not prevayle.
They bare with them away:
They kist them dead a thousand times,
When they were cladd in clay.
Where Scotlands king did raigne,
That brave Earl Douglas suddenlye
Was with an arrow slaine:
Scotland can witnesse bee,
I have not any captaine more
Of such account as hee.
Within as short a space,
That Percy of Northumberland
Was slaine in Chevy-Chase:
Sith it will no better bee;
I trust I have, within my realme,
Five hundred as good as hee:
But I will vengeance take:
For brave Earl Percy's sake.
After, at Humbledowne;
In one day, fifty knights were slayne,
With lords of great renowne:
Did many thousands dye:
Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase,
Made by the Earl Percy.
In plentye, joy, and peace;
And grant henceforth, that foule debate
'Twixt noblemen may cease.
In the present Edition, instead of the unmeaning lines here censured, an insertion is made of four Stanzas modernized from the ancient Copy.
A late Writer has started a notion that the more modern Copy “was written to be sung by a party of English, headed by a Douglas in the year 1524; which is the true reason, why at the same time that it gives the advantage to the English Soldiers above the Scotch, it gives yet so lovely and so manifestly superior a Character to the Scotch Commander above the English.”
See Say's Essay on the Numbers of Paradise Lost, 4to. 1745. p. 167.This appears to me a groundless conjecture: the language seems too modern for the date above-mentioned; and had it been printed even so early as Queen Elizabeth's reign, I think I should have met with some copy wherein the first line would have been,
as was the case with the Blind Beggar of Bednal Green; see the next Volume, p. 160.
The Chiviot Hills and circumjacent Wastes are at present void both of Deer and Woods: but formerly they had enough of both to justify the Descriptions attempted here and in the Ancient Ballad of Chevy-Chace. Leyland, in the reign of Hen. VIII. thus describes this County:—“In Northumberland, as I heare say, be no Forests, except Chivet Hills; where is much Brushe-Wood, and some Okke; Grownde ovargrowne with Linge, and some with Mosse. I have harde say that Chivet Hilles stretchethe xx miles. There is greate Plenté of Redde-Dere, and Roo Bukkes.” Itin. vol. 7. pag. 56.—This passage, which did not occur when pag. 22. 24. were printed off, confirm the accounts there given of the Stagge and the Roe.
THE surnames in the foregoing Ballad are altered, either by accident or design, from the old original Copy, and in common Editions extremely corrupted. They are here rectified, as much as they could be. Thus,
This name is restored (instead of Ogerton, com. Ed.) from the Editor's folio MS. The pieces in that MS. appear to have been collected, and many of them composed (among which might be this ballad) by an inhabitant of Cheshire; who was willing to pay a Compliment here to one of his countrymen, of the eminent Family De or Of Egerton (so the name was first written) ancestors of the present Duke of Bridgwater: and this he could do with the more propriety, as the Percies had formerly great interest in that county: At the fatal battle of Shrewsbury all the flower of the Cheshire gentlemen lost their lives fighting in the cause of Hotspur.
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