St. Nicholas/Volume 32/Number 4/Two Sides of Ye Hedge
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Two Sides of Ye Hedge; or, Ye Sorry Aim of Ye Medieval Archer. (A Valentine Tragedy.) By Frederick Richardson |
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Ye archer: “With a low whistle and an archer’s craft I ’ll fit ye valentine unto this shaft,” |
Ye faire mayde: “‘Tis Percival, my archer love, I wot!” |
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“’T was aimed with care, and my love-shaft, I trow, Straight to her hand—and to her heart—will go.” |
“A valentine his trusty bow hath shot!” |
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“Gadzooks!” cries Percival. ‘Alack! what ’s up? I ’ve missed ye fair one, and have hit ye pup” |
“A valentine his trusty bow hath shot!” |
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“A murrain on my hand and brain so stupid! I ‘ll ne’er again attempt to rival Cupid!” |
Ye ancient dame: “Young lady, to thy turret chamber speed, Whilst I this varlet’s ‘doggerel’ will read!” |