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Up he stirt in drede And seyd, "Tristrem, alight, For thou hast slayn mi stede. Afot thou schalt fight." Quath Tristrem, "So God me rede, Therto icham al light." Togider tho thai yede And hewen on helmes bright Saun fayl. Tristrem as a knight Faught in that batayle. Moraunt of Yrland smot Tristrem in the scheld That half fel fram his hond Ther adoun in the feld. Tristrem, ich understond, Anon the strok him yeld With his gode brond. Moraunt neighe he queld, That knight. Marke the batayl biheld And wonderd of that fight. Moraunt was unfayn And faught with al his might; That Tristrem were yslayn He stird him as a knight. Tristrem smot with main; His swerd brak in the fight And in Morauntes brain Bileved a pece bright With care. And in the haunche right Tristrem was wounded sare. A word that pended to pride Tristrem tho spac he: "Folk of Yrland side, Your mirour ye may se. Mo that hider wil ride, Thus graythed schul ye be." With sorwe thai drough that tide Moraunt to the se And care. With joie Tristrem the fre To Mark, his em, gan fare. His swerd he offred than And to the auter it bare. For Markes kinsman Tristrem was loved thare. A forward thai bigan Therto thai alle sware: For that lond fre he wan, That king he schuld be thare, To say, Yif he olive ware After Sir Markes day. Thei Tristrem light thenke, He is wounded ful sare. Leches with salve and drink Him cometh wide whare. Thai lorn al her swink: His pain was ay the mare. No man no might for stink Com ther Tristrem ware Als than. Ich man forsoke him thare Bot Governayl, his man. Thre yer in carebed lay Tristrem, the trewe he hight, That never no dought him day For sorwe he hadde onight. For diol no man no may Sen on him with sight. Ich man, for sothe to say, Forsoke tho that knight As thare. Thai hadde don what he might; Thai no rought of his fare Til it was on a day Til Mark he gan him mene. Schortliche, sothe to say, This tale was hem bituene. "In sorwe ich have ben ay Seththen ich alive have ben." Marke seyde, "Wayleway That ich it schuld ysene, Swiche thing." Tristrem, withouten wene, A schip asked the King. "Em," he seyd, "Y spille. Of lond kepe Y namare. A schip thou bring me tille, Mine harp to play me thare, Stouer ynough to wille To kepe me, son you yare." Thei Marke liked ille, Tristrem to schip thai bare And brought. Who wold with him fare? Governayle no lete him nought. Tristremes schip was yare And asked his benisoun. The haven he gan outfare - It hight Carlioun. Niyen woukes and mare He hobled up and doun. A winde to wil him bare To a stede ther him was boun Neighehand. Delvelin hight the toun, An haven in Irland. A winde thider him gan drive; Schipmen him seighe neighehand. In botes thai gun him stive And drough him to the land. A wounded man alive In the schip thai fand. He seyd bisiden a rive Men wounded him and band Unsounde. No man might bi him stand For stinking of his wounde. Governail gan hem frain What hight the se strand. "Develin," thai seyd ogayn, The schipmen that him fand. Tho was Tristrem unfain And wele gan understand, Hir brother hadde he slain That Quen was of the land In fight. "Tristrem" he gan doun lain And seyd "Tramtris" he hight. In his schip was that day Al maner of gle And al maner of lay In lond that might be. To the Quen tho seyd thay, Morauntes soster the fre, Ywounded swiche a man lay That sorwe it was to se And care. A miri man were he Yif he olive ware. Sche was in Develin, The fair levedi, the Quene, Lovesom under line And sleighest had ybene And mest couthe of medicine. That was on Tristrem sene. Sche brought him of his pine, To wite and nought at wene, To say. Sche sent him a plaster kene To cast the stink oway. A morwe when it was day, The levedy of heighe priis Com ther Tristrem lay And asked what he is. "Marchaund ich have ben ay; Mi nam is Tramtris. Robbers, for sothe to say, Slough mine felawes, ywis, In the se. Thai raft me fowe and griis, And thus wounded thai me." An heye man he was like, Thei he wer wounded sare. His gles weren so sellike That wonder thought hem thare. His harp, his croude was rike, His tables, his ches he bare. Thai swore by Seyn Patrike Swiche seighe thai never are Er than: "Yif he in hele ware, He wer a miri man." The levedi of heighe kenne His woundes schewe sche lete, To wite his wo unwinne; So grimli he gan grete, His bon brast under skinne, His sorwe was unsete. Thai brought him to an inne; A bath thai made him sket So lithe That Tristrem on his fet Gon he might swithe. Salves hath he soft And drinkes that er lithe. Thai no rought hou dere it bought Bot held him al so swithe. He made his play aloft; His gamnes he gan kithe. Forthi was Tristrem oft To boure cleped fele sithe To sete. Ich man was lef to lithe, His mirthes were so swete. The king had a douhter dere; That maiden Ysonde hight That gle was lef to here And romaunce to rede aright. Sir Tramtris hir gan lere Tho with al his might What alle pointes were, To se the sothe in sight, To say. In Yrlond nas no knight With Ysonde durst play, Ysonde of heighe priis, The maiden bright of hewe That wered fow and griis And scarlet that was newe. In warld was non so wiis Of craft that men knewe Withouten Sir Tramtris That al games of grewe On grounde. Hom longeth Tramtris the trewe, For heled was his wounde. Sir Tramtris in Irlond Duelled al a yere; So gode likeing he fand That hole he was and fere. The Quen to fot and hand He served dern and dere. Ysonde he dede understand What alle playes were In lay. His leve he asked at here In schip to founde oway. The Quen that michel can To Tramtris sche gan say, "Whoso fet uncouthe man, He foundeth ever oway." His hire thai yolden him than, Gold and silver, Y say. What he wold, he wan Of Ysonde for his play Saun fail. He bitaught hem God and gode day; 10 With him went Governail Riche sail thai drewe White and red so blod. A winde to wil hem blewe; To Carlioun thai yode. Now hat he Tristrem trewe And fareth over the flod. The schip the cuntré knewe; It thought hem ful gode As thare. Of wrake thai understode For on thai leten him fare. Thai tolden to the King That the schip had sain. Never of no tiding Nas Mark the King so fain. To toun thai gun him bring; The King ros him ogayn. Blithe was her meteing, And fair he gain him frain That stounde: "Tristrem, nought to lain, Heled is thi wounde?" His em answer he yeld That litel he wald wene. Of bot sche was him beld That Moraunt soster had bene. Hou fair sche hath him held He told hem al bidene. And seththen Tristrem hath teld Of Ysonde that was kene, Al newe, Hou sche was bright and schene, Of love was non so trewe. Mark to Tristrem gan say, "Mi lond bitake Y the To han after mi day: Thine owhen schal it be. Bring thou me that may That ich hir may yse." This was his maner ay Of Ysonde than speketh he Her prise, Hou sche was gent and fre. Of love was non so wise. In Inglond ful wide The barouns hem bithought To fel Tristremes pride Hou thai fairest mought. The King thai rad to ride, 11 A Quen to him thai sought That Tristrem might abide That he no were it nought, No king. Thai seyd that Tristrem mought Ysonde of Irlond bring. A brid bright thai ches As blod opon snoweing: "A maiden of swiche reles Tristrem may to the bring." Quath Tristrem, "It is les And troweth it for lesing; To aski that never no wes, It is a fole askeing Bi kinde; It is a selli thing For no man may it finde. Y rede ye nought no strive. A swalu ich herd sing. Ye sigge ich wern mi nem to wive 12 For Y schuld be your king. Now bringeth me atte rive Schip and other thing. Ye se me never olive Bot yif ich Ysonde bring, That bright. Finde me min askeing, Mine fiftend som of knight." Knightes tho chosen thai That were war and wise, Al that mest may And heighest weren of priis. A schip with grene and gray, With vair and eke with griis, With alle thing, Y say, That pende to marchandis In lede. Thai ferden of this wise Intil Yrlond thede. In his schip was boun Al that mister ware. Out of Carlioun Riche was his schip fare. Thai rered goinfaynoun; A winde to wille hem bare. Develin hat the toun To lond thai comen thare, The best. The King present thai bare And asked leve to rest. The King present thai brought, Another to the Quene; Ysonde forgat thai nought, To wite and nought at wene. To schip when thai hem thought That at the court hadde bene - Swiche mayde nas never wrought That thai ever hadde sene With sight - The cuntré alle bidene Thai seighe fle ful right. Out of Develin toun The folk wel fast ran In a water to droun, So ferd were thai than. For doute of o dragoun Thai seyd to schip thai wan To haven that were boun. No rought thai of what man In lede That may him sle or can Ysonde schal have to mede. 13 Tristrem, blithe was he. He cleped his knightes stithe: "What man he is, las se, That take this bataile swithe." Alle thai beden lat be; Durst non himselven kithe. "For nede now wo is me," Seyd Tristrem that sithe Right than. Listen now, who wil lithe Al of an hardi man. A stede of schip thai drewe, The best that he hadde brought. His armes weren al newe, That richeliche were wrought. His hert was gode and trewe: No failed it him nought. The cuntré wele he knewe Er he the dragoun sought And seighe. Helle-fere, him thought, Fram that dragoun fleighe. Asaut to that dragoun Tristrem toke that tide As a lothely lioun That bataile wald abide. With a spere feloun He smot him in the side. It no vailed o botoun; Oway it gan to glide, His dent. The devel dragouns hide Was hard so ani flint. Tristrem, al in tene, Eft that spere tok he. Ogain that dragoun kene It brast on peces thre. The dragoun smot bidene; The stede he gan sle. Tristrem, withouten wene, Stirt under a tre Al stille And seyd, "God in Trinité, No lat thou me nought spille." Ogain that fende dragoun Afot he tok the fight. He faught with his fauchoun As a douhti knight. His nether chavel he smot doun With a stroke of might. Tho was the dragon boun And cast fere ful right And brend His armes that were bright; Schamliche he hath hem schent. Swiche fer he cast ogain That brend scheld and ston. Now lith his stede yslain, His armes brent ichon. Tristrem raught his brain And brak his nek bon. No was he never so fain As than that batail was don. To bote, His tong hath he ton And schorn of bi the rote. In his hose next the hide The tong oway he bar. No yede he bot ten stride His speche les he thar. Nedes he most abide That he no may ferther far. The steward com that tide; The heved oway he schar And brought And tok it Ysonde thar And seyd dere he hadde hir bought. The steward wald ful fain Han Ysonde, yif he mought. The King answerd ogain, Fair the bataile him thought. Ysonde, nought to lain, Of him no wil sche nought. There the dragoun was slain Hye and hir moder sought Al so Who that wonder wrought, That durst that dragoun slo. "Dede the steward this dede?" "Certes," quath Ysonde, "nay. This ich brende stede No aught he never a day, No this riche wede Nas never his, sothe to say." Forther als thai yede, A man thai founde whare lay And drough. "Certes," than seyd thai, "This man the dragoun slough." His mouthe opened thai And pelt treacle in that man. When Tristrem speke may, This tale he bigan And redyli gan to say Hou he the dragoun wan. "The tong Y bar oway; Thus venimed he me than." Thai loke. The Quen that michel can Out of his hose it toke. Thai seighen he hadde the right; The steward hadde the wough. And yif he durst fight With him the dragoun slough, Tristrem spak as a knight, He wold prove it anough. So noblelich he hem hight, Therof Ysonde lough That tide. To his waraunt he drough His schippe and al his pride. The Quen asked what he is That durst the dragon abide. "Marchaunt icham, ywis; Mi schip lith here biside. He seyt he hath don this, Proven ichil his pride Er he Ysonde kisse." Ogaines him wald he ride With might. Ysonde seyd that tide, "Allas that thou ner knight!" Her chaumpioun that day Richeliche gun thai fede Til hem think that he may Don a douhti dede. His armes, long were thai, His scholders large on brede. The Quen, for sothe to say, To a bath gan him lede Ful gayn, And seththen hirself sche yede After a drink of main. Ysonde, bright of hewe, Thought it Tramtris ware. His swerd, sche gan it schewe, And broken hye fond it thare. Out of a cofer newe The pece sche drough ful yare And sett it to that trewe. It nas lasse no mare, Bot right. Tho thought Ysonde with care To sle Tristrem the knight. Ysonde to Tristrem yode With his swerd al drain. "Moraunt, mi nem the gode, Traitour, thou hast slain; Forthi thine hert blode Sen ich wold ful fain." The Quen whende sche were wode. Sche com with a drink of main And lough. "Nay, moder, nought to layn, This thef thi brother slough. "Tristrem, this thef is he; That may be nought forlain. The pece thou might her se That fro mi nem was drain. Loke that it so be; Sett it even ogain." As quik thai wald him sle Ther, Tristrem, ful fain, Soth thing. In bath thai hadden him slain No were it for the King. And ever Tristrem lough On swete Ysonde the bright: "Thou might have slain me ynough Tho that Y Tramtris hight. Ye witeth me with wough Of Moraunt, the noble knight. Y graunt wele ichim slough In batayl and in fight, Nought lain. Yif he hadde had the might So wold he me ful fain. Tho Y Tramtris hight, Y lerde the play and song, And ever with al mi might Of the Y spac among To Marke, the riche knight, That after the he gan long." So swore he day and night, And borwes fond he strong Bidene, Amendes of al wrong, That Ysonde schuld be quen. Tristrem swore that thing; Thai seyd it schuld stand That he schuld Ysonde bring - Thai token it under hand - To Mark, the riche king, Olive yif thai him fand, And make hir with his ring Quen of Ingeland, To say. The forward fast thai band Er thai parted oway. The steward forsoke his dede Tho he herd he Tristrem hight. The King swore, so God him spede, That bothen schuld have right. The steward seyd wrong ther yede; Forthi nold he nought fight. Tristrem to his mede Thai yolden Ysonde the bright; To bring To prisoun that other knight The maiden biseketh the King. No asked he lond no lithe Bot that maiden bright. He busked him al so swithe, Bothe squier and knight. Her moder about was blithe And tok a drink of might That love wald kithe And tok it Brengwain the bright To think, "At er spouseing anight Gif Mark and hir to drink." Ysonde, bright of hewe, Is fer out in the se. A winde ogain hem blewe That sail no might ther be. So rewe the knightes trewe, Tristrem, so rewe he, Ever as thai com newe He on ogain hem thre, Gret swink. Swete Ysonde the fre Asked Bringwain a drink. The coupe was richeli wrought: Of gold it was, the pin. In al the warld nas nought Swiche drink as ther was in. Brengwain was wrong bithought. To that drink sche gan win And swete Ysonde it bitaught. Sche bad Tristrem bigin, To say. Her love might no man tuin Til her ending day. An hounde ther was biside That was ycleped Hodain; The coupe he licked that tide Tho doun it sett Bringwain. Thai loved al in lide And therof were thai fain. Togider thai gun abide In joie and ek in pain For thought. In ivel time, to sain, The drink was ywrought. Tristrem in schip lay With Ysonde ich night; Play miri he may With that worthli wight In boure night and day. Al blithe was the knight, He might with hir play. That wist Brengwain the bright As tho. Thai loved with al her might And Hodain dede also. Tuai wikes in the strand No seyl thai no drewe. Into Inglond A winde to wille hem blewe. The King on hunting thai fand. A knave that he knewe, He made him knight with hand For his tidinges newe Gan bring. Ysonde, bright of hewe, Ther spoused Mark the King. He spoused hir with his ring; Of fest no speke Y nought. Brengwain, withouten lesing, Dede as hye had thought. Sche tok that love drink That in Yrlond was bought. For Ysonde to the King Brengwain to bed was brought That tide. Mark his wille wrought On bed Brengwain biside. When Mark had tint his swink, Ysonde to bed yede; Of Yrlond hye asked drink; 14 The coupe sche gan hir bede, Biside hir sche lete it sink. Therof hadde sche no nede Of non maner thing Ogain Tristrem, in lede, As tho. No might no clerk it rede, The love bituen hem to. Thai wende have joie anough; Certes, it nas nought so. Her wening was al wough, Untroweand til hem to. Aither in langour drough And token rede to go; And seththen Ysonde lough When Tristrem was in wo With wille. Now thenketh Ysonde to slo Brengwain and hir to spille. Sche thought, "Y may be wroth. Sche lay first bi the King For Y bihight hir cloth, Gold and riche wedding. Tristrem and Y boathe Beth schent for our playing. Better is that we rathe Hir o live bring Al stille. Than doute we for no thing That we ne may han our wille." The Quen bad her biside To werkemen on a day. Sche told hem at that tide What was her wille to say: "Ye moten slen and hide Bringwain, that miri may." Sche seyd, "Ye schal abide Riche to ben ay In lede. No lete ye for no pay That ye no do that dede." 15 Into a grisly clough Thai and that maiden yode. That on his swerd out drough; That other bihinde hir stode. Sche crid merci anough And seyd, "For Cristes Rode! What have Y don wough? Whi wille ye spille mi blode?" "Nought lain, Ysonde, the levedi gode, Hath hot thou schalt be slain." Brengwain dernly Bad hem say the Quen: "Greteth wele mi levedy That ai trewe hath ben. Smockes hadde sche and Y And hir was solwy to sen, Bi Mark tho hye schuld ly. Y lent hir min al clen, As thare. Ogain hir, wele Y wen, No dede Y never mare." Thai nold hir nought slo Bot went ogain to the Quen. Ysonde asked hem to, "What seyd hye you bituen?" "Hye bad ous say you so: `Your smock was solwy to sen, Bi Mark tho ye schuld ly; Y lent hir min al clene That day."' Tho asked Ysonde the ken, "Whare is that trewe may?" Tho seyd Ysonde with mode, "Mi maiden ye han slain." Sche swore bi Godes Rode Thai schuld ben hong and drain. Sche bede hem giftes gode To fechen hir ogain. Thai fetten hir ther sche stode. Tho was Ysonde ful fain, To say. So trewe sche fond Brengwain That sche loved hir wele ay. Made was the saughtening And alle forgeve bidene. Tristrem, withouten lesing, Played with the Quen. Fram Irlond to the King An harpour com bituen. An harp he gan forth bring, Swiche no hadde thai never sen With sight. Himself, withouten wen, Bar it day and night. Ysonde he loved in are, He that the harp brought. About his hals he it bare; Richelich it was wrought. He hidde it evermare, Out no com it nought. "Thine harp whi wiltow spare, Yif thou therof can ought Of gle?" "Out no cometh it nought Withouten giftes fre." Mark seyd, "Lat me se Harpi hou thou can And what thou askest me Give Y schal the than." "Blethely," seyd he; A miri lay he bigan. "Sir King, of giftes fre, Herwith Ysonde Y wan Bidene. Y prove the for fals man Or Y schal have thi Quen." Mark to conseyl yede And asked rede of tho to. 16 "Lesen Y mot mi manhed Or yeld Ysonde me fro." Mark was ful of drede; Ysonde lete he go. Tristrem in that nede At wode was, dere to slo, That day. Tristrem com right tho As Ysonde was oway. 17 Tho was Tristrem in ten And chidde with the King: "Gifstow glewemen thi Quen? Hastow no nother thing?" His rote, withouten wen, He raught bi the ring; Tho folwed Tristrem the ken To schip ther thai hir bring So blithe. Tristrem bigan to sing, And Ysonde bigan to lithe. Swiche song he gan sing That hir was swithe wo. Her com swiche lovelonging, Hir hert brast neighe ato. Th'erl to hir gan spring With knightes mani mo And seyd, "Mi swete thing, Whi farestow so, Y pray?" Ysonde to lond most go Er sche went oway. "Within a stounde of the day Y schal ben hole and sounde. Ich here a menstrel; to say, Of Tristrem he hath a soun." Th'erl seyd, "Dathet him ay Of Tristrem yif this stounde. That minstrel for his lay Schal have an hundred pounde Of me Yif he wil with ous founde, Lef, for thou lovest his gle." His gle al for to here The levedi was sett on land To play bi the rivere; Th'erl ladde hir bi hand. Tristrem, trewe fere, Mirie notes he fand Opon his rote of yvere As thai were on the strand That stounde. Thurch that semly sand Ysonde was hole and sounde. Hole sche was and sounde Thurch vertu of his gle. Forthi th'erl that stounde, Glad a man was he. Of penis to hundred pounde He gaf Tristrem the fre. To schip than gun thai founde; In Yrlond wald thai be Ful fain, Th'erl and knightes thre With Ysonde and Bringwain. Tristrem tok his stede And lepe theron to ride. The Quen bad him her lede To schip him biside. Tristrem dede as hye bede; In wode he gan hir hide. To th'erl he seyd, "In that nede Thou hast ytent thi pride, Thou dote. With thine harp thou wonne hir that tide; Thou tint hir with mi rote." Tristrem with Ysonde rade Into the wode oway. A loghe thai founden made Was ful of gamen and play. Her blis was ful brade, And joieful was that may. Seven night thai thare abad And seththen to court com thai. "Sir King," Tristrem gan to say, "Gif minstrels other thing." Meriadok was a man That Tristrem trowed ay. Miche gode he him an. In o chaumber thai lay. Tristrem to Ysonde wan A night with hir to play. As man that miche kan, A bord he toke oway Of her bour. Er he went, to say, Of snowe was fallen a schour. A schour ther was yfalle That al the way was white. Tristrem was wo withalle, With diol and sorwe and site. Bituen the bour and the halle The way was naru and lite. Swiche cas him was bifalle As we finde in scrite. Ful sket A sive he fond tite And bond under his fete. Meriadok with his might Aros up al bidene. The way he went right Til he com to the Quen. The bord he fond of-tuight, To wite and nought at wene. Of Tristrem kertel the knight He fond a pece grene Of tore. Meriadok the kene Wondred therfore. A morwe he tolde the King Al that he seighe with sight. "Lord, withouten lesing, With Ysonde lay Tristrem to night. Thou schalt do swiche a thing, Aske who her yeme might. The croice to Jerusalem bring 18 Say thou hast yhight, Yif thou may. 'Tristrem the noble knight,' The Quen hirself wil say." The King told the Quen, Abed tho thai ware, "Dame, withouten wene, To Jerusalem Y mot fare; Loke now ous bituene Who may the kepe fram care." "For al other bidene Tristrem," sche seyd thare, "For than Y love him wele the mare He is thi kinsseman." Al that Mark hir told A morwe hye told Bringwain: "Of lond wil this bold. Now we may be ful fain. Tristrem the court schal hold Til he com ogain." Brengwain answere yolde, "Your dedes han ben sain With sight. Mark thiself schal frain Al otherloker tonight. "Wite thou wele his wille; To wende with him thou say, And yif he loveth the stille, `Thou do Tristrem oway' Biseche him he se thertille, Thi fo is Tristrem ay. Thou dredest he wil the spille Yif he the maistrie may Above; Thou lovedest him never a day Bot for his emes love." Ysonde the nexst night Crid, "Mark, thi nore! Mi fo thou hast me hight; On me thou sinnes sore. Gode yif thou hadde me hight 19 Of lond with the to fare, And sle Tristrem the knight, Yif love of the no ware, This day; For mani man seyt aywhare That Tristrem bi me lay." Mark is blithe and glad, For al that trowed he. He that him other tald, He ne couthe him bot maugré. Meriadok him answere yald, "In toun thou do him be. Her love laike thou bihald For the love of me, Nought wene. Bi resoun thou schalt se That love is hem bituene." Mark departed hem to And dede Tristrem oway; Nas never Ysonde so wo No Tristrem, sothe to say. Ysonde herself wald slo; For sorwe Tristrem lay. Ysonde morned so And Tristrem night and day For dede. Ich man it se may, What liif for love thai lede. Tristrem was in toun; In boure Ysonde was don. Bi water he sent adoun Light linden spon. He wrot hem al with roun; Ysonde hem knewe wel sone. Bi that Tristrem was boun Ysonde wist his bone To abide. Er amorwe none Her aither was other biside. Quath Meriadok, "Y rede Thine hunters thou bid ride Fourtennight at this nede To se thine forestes wide. Tristrem thou hem bede. Thiself thou here abide, And right at her dede Thou schalt hem take that tide. In the tre, Here thou schalt abide; Her semblaunt thou schalt se." In orchard mett thai inne, Tristrem and Ysonde fre. Ay when thai might awinne, Ther playd Ysonde and he. The duerve yseighe her ginne Ther he sat in the tre. Mark of riche kinne He hight to don him se With sight And seyd, "Sir, siker ye be, Thiself schal se that right." His falsnesse for to fille Forth tho went he. To Tristrem he com with ille Fram Ysonde the fre. "Mi levedy me sent the tille For icham privé, And praieth the with wille That thou wost hir se With sight. Mark is in other cuntré; Privé it schal be dight." Tristrem him bithought. "Maister, thank have ye For thou me this bode brought. Mi robe give Y the That thou no lete it nought Say that levedy fre Hir wordes dere Y bought. To Marke hye bileighe me, That may. Tomorwe Y schal hir se At chirche, for sothe to say." The duerve toke the gate, And Mark he told bidene, "Bi this robe Y wate That michel he loveth the Quene. Ysame we nought no sat. He douteth me bituene. It semeth by his lat As he hir never had sene With sight. Y wot withouten wene He cometh to hir tonight." Sir Mark sat in the tre Ther metten thai to. The schadowe Tristrem gan se And loude spac he tho, That Ysonde schuld Mark se And calle Tristrem hir fo: "Thou no aughtest nought here to be; Thou no hast nought here to go No thing. With right, men schuld the slo, Durst Y, for the King. 20 "Ysonde, thou art mi fo; Thou sinnest, levedi, on me. Thou gabbest on me so Mi nem nil me nought se. He threteneth me to slo. More menske were it to the Better for to do, Bi God in Trinité, This tide. Or Y this lond schal fle Into Wales wide." "Tristrem, for sothe to say, Y wold the litel gode, Ac Y the wraied never day, Y swere bi Godes Rode. Men said thou bi me lay, Thine em so understode. Wende forth in thi way; It semes astow were wode, To wede. Y loved never man with mode Bot him that hadde mi maidenhede." "Swete Ysonde, thi nare! Thou preye the King for me, Yif it thi wille ware Of sake he make me fre. Of lond ichil elles fare; Schal he me never se." Markes hert was sare Ther he sat in the tre And thought, "Ungiltles er ye In swiche a sclaunder brought." "Thou seyst Y gan the wrie; Men seis thou bi me lay, Ac thei ich wende to dye, 21 Thine erand Y schal say. Marke thi nem his heighe; Anough he the give may. No reche Y what Y lighe, So that thou be oway With wille." Marke tho thought ay, "Yete he schal duelle stille." Tristrem oway went so, Ysonde to boure, ywis. Nas never Mark so wo; Himself he herd al this. Al sori Mark gan go Til he might Tristrem kisse; And dedely hated he tho Him that seyd amis. Al newe Ther was joie and blis, And welcom Tristrem trewe. Now hath Ysonde her wille: Tristrem constable is heighe. Thre yere he playd stille With Ysonde bright so beighe. Her love might no man felle, So were thai bothe sleighe. Meriadok with ille Waited hem ful neighe Of her dede. Yif he might hem spille, Fain he wald spede. Meriadok wrayeth ay. To the King thus seyd he: "Her folies usen thai ay; Wel yore Y seyd it the. Loke now on a day And blod lat you thre. Do as Y the say, And tokening thou schalt se Ful sone. Her bed schal blodi bene Ar he his wille have done." Blod leten was the King, Tristrem and the Quene. At her blod leteing The flore was swopen clene. Meriadok dede floure bring And strewed it bituene That go no might no thing Bot yif it were sene With sight. Thritti fet bidene Tristrem lepe that night. Now Tristrem willes is With Ysonde for to play. He no may hir com to kisse, So ful of floure it lay. Tristrem lepe, ywis, Thritti fete, soth to say. As Tristrem dede this, His blod bende brast oway And bled; And seththen ogain the day He lepe fram hir bedde. Thritti fete bituene He lepe, withouten les. Sore him greved his vene, As it no wonder nes. Mark her bed hadde sen, And al blodi it wes. He told tho Brengwain Tristrem hadde broken his pes Bituene. Anon of lond he ches Out of Markes eiye-sene. Tristrem was fled oway, To wite and nought to wene. At Londen on a day, Mark wald spourge the Quen. Men seyd sche brak the lay. A bischop yede bituene. With hot yren, to say, Sche thought to make hir clene Of sake. Ysonde said bidene That dome sche wald take. Men sett the merkes there At Westeminster ful right, Hot yren to bere For Sir Tristrem the knight. In pouer wede to were Tristrem com that night (Of alle the knightes here No knewe him non bi sight Bidene) To swete Ysonde bright As forward was hem bituene. Over Temes sche schuld ride, That is an arm of the se. "To the schip side This man schal bere me." Tristrem hir bar that tide And on the Quen fel he Next her naked side That mani man might yse San schewe. Hir queynt aboven hir kne Naked the knightes knewe. In water thai wald him sink And wers, yif thai may. "Ye quite him ivel his swink," The Quene seyd to hem ay. "It semeth mete no drink Hadde he nought mani a day. For poverté, methenk, He fel, for sothe to say, And nede. Geveth him gold, Y pray; He may bidde God me spede." Gold thai goven him thare. The constori thai bigan. Swete Ysonde sware Sche was giltles woman: "Bot on to schip me bare - 19 The knightes seighe wele than Whatso his wille ware; Ferli neighe he wan, Sothe thing - So neighe com never man Bot mi lord, the King." Swete Ysonde hath sworn Hir clene, that miri may. To hir thai had ycorn Hot yren, Y say. The knightes were biforn; For hir tho praiden thai. The yren sche hadde yborn, Ac Mark forgave that day And dede. Meriadok held thai For fole in his falshede. Ysonde is graunted clene Meriadok, maugré his. Never er nas the Quen So wele with Mark, ywis. Tristrem, withouten wene, Into Wales he is. In bataile he hath ben And fast he fraines this Right thare. For he ne may Ysonde kisse, Fight he sought aywhare. In Wales tho was a king That hight Triamour. He hadde a douhter ying, Was hoten Blauncheflour. Urgan with gret wering Biseged him in his tour To winne that swete thing And bring hir to his bour With fight. Tristrem with gret honour Bicom the Kinges knight. Urgan gan Wales held With wrong, for sothe to say; Oft and unselde Of Triamour tok he pray. Triamour to Tristrem teld, Opon a somers day, Wales he wald him yeld Yif he it winne may Right than. Tristrem, withouten nay, With were Wales wan. Tristrem mett Urgan In that feld to fight. To him seyd he than As a douhti knight, "Thou slough mi brother Morgan At the mete ful right. As Y am douhti man, His deth thou bist tonight, Mi fo." Tristrem seyd, "Aplight, So kepe Y the to slo." Tuelve fete was the wand That Urgan wald with play. His strok may no man stand. Ferly yif Tristrem may! Tristrem vantage fand; His clobbe fel oway; And of the geauntes hand Tristrem smot that day In lede. Tristrem, for sothe to say, The geaunt gert he blede. Urgan, al in tene, Faught with his left hand Ogain Tristrem kene. A stern stroke he fand Opon his helme so schene, That to the grounde he wand. Bot up he stirt bidene And heried Godes sand Almight. Tristrem with his brand Fast gan to fight. The geaunt aroume he stode; His hond he tint, ywis. He fleighe as he were wode, Ther that the castel is. Tristrem trad in the blod And fond the hond that was his. Away Sir Tristrem yode. The geaunt com with this And sought To hele his honde that was his. Salves hadde he brought. Urgan, the geaunt unride, After Sir Tristrem wan. The cuntré fer and wide Ygadred was bi than. Tristrem thought that tide, "Y take that me Gode an." On a brigge he gan abide, Biheld ther mani a man. Thai mett. Urgan to Tristrem ran, And grimli there thai gret. Strokes of michel might Thai delten hem bituene, That thurch her brinies bright Her bother blod was sene. Tristrem faught as a knight; And Urgan, al in tene, Gaf him a stroke unlight: His scheld he clef bituene A tuo, Tristrem, withouten wene, Nas never are so wo. Eft Urgan smot with main, And of that stroke he miste. Tristrem smot ogayn And thurch his body he threste. Urgan lepe unfain; Over the bregge he deste. Tristrem hath Urgan slain, That alle the cuntré wist With wille. The King tho Tristrem kist And Wales tho yeld him tille. The King, a welp he brought Bifor Tristrem the trewe. What colour he was wrought Now ichil you schewe - Silke nas non so soft - He was rede, grene and blewe. Thai that him seighen oft Of him hadde gamen and glewe, Ywis. His name was Peticrewe; Of him was michel priis. The King Triamour Gaf him Tristrem the hende, For he brought out of dolour Him and al his kende. Tristrem with gret honour Kidde that he was hende: He gaf to Blauncheflour Wales withouten end Bidene, And Peticrowe he gan sende To Dame Ysonde, the Quene. Ysonde, withouten les, Tho hye the welp had sain, That sche had made his pes Sche sent word ogayn. Mark herd hou it wes That Urgan had he slain. Messangers he ches Tristrem for to frain, That fre. Mark was ferly fain, And Tristrem kist he. Mark gan Tristrem calle And toke him al bidene Cités, castels alle, Steward as he hadde bene. Who was blithe in halle Bot Ysonde the Quene? Houso it schuld bifalle, Thai playden al bituene, Tho tuo. So long of love thai mene That Mark seighe it was so. Mark seighe hou it is, What love was hem bituene. Certes this thought was his, Ful wele awreken to ben. And bitoke him the Quene And flemed hem bothe, ywis, Out of his eiye-sene Away. Blither, withouten wene, Never ere nar thay. |
dismount horse On foot May God keep me willing Ceaselessly Instantly; requited sword he nearly killed was amazed at troubled might be slain conducted himself with vigor broke Remained; piece Unfortunately hip grievously tended towards region (see note) More [of you] treated sea uncle; did go altar As agreement Since That is If; alive Though Tristrem might think little of it Doctors; potion Came to him from far and wide wasted; their labor where Tristrem might be Except; manservant Three years; sickbed was called profited pity Look Each; truth (see note) didn't care about his condition complain conversation; between continuously Since see Such a without doubt requested from Uncle; I am dying I have no further use for land to Provisions; at [my] disposal quickly; prepare; (see note) Though Mark was displeased forsook ready (see note); blessing He sailed out of the harbor was called Nine weeks and more He bobbed up and down [in his boat] as he wished place where he was going Nearby The town was named Dublin port nearby boats; put brought shore; (see note) Unhealthy ask What the sea coast was called Dublin; in reply found unhappy Her [The Queen's] He abandoned [the name] Tristrem was called entertainment music sadness lusty alive Dublin lady Lovely; (see note) most skillful knowledgable about; (see note) in the case of Tristrem made manifest out of his suffering Indeed and without a doubt That is strong poultice In the morning lady of great nobility where Merchant; always truth Slew my companions sea robbed; (see note) great Though; grievously musical instruments; marvellous it seemed to them fiddle; precious; (see note) chessboard; chess-men (see note) saw; before health lusty noble kin she had revealed; (see note) know; grievous weep broke painful comforting comforting are agreeable They did not care how much it cost healed him as quickly as possible He started to play music; (see note) skill in entertaining; exhibit Therefore To a chamber called many times For a feast eager to listen songs beloved daughter was called music; eager to hear stories; read indeed teach techniques dared great nobility fair of face Who wore; (see note to line 1220) fine clothes skilled art Except From whom sprang all accomplishments Homesick was healed Remained a full year contentment hale; healthy secretly; affectionately caused to stories in song from her sail who is very knowledgable (see note) payment; gave Whatever he wanted, he got Without fail Expensive; hoisted as to their liking is called he journeys the people of the region It seemed to them About revenge; (see note) travel seen any news glad rose to meet him their (see note) time truthfully Healed uncle; gave doubt In [his] cure she was his healer Moraunt's sister healed then wise fair and lovely I entrust to you have own maiden see when worth highborn and noble planned bring down might would not be might beautiful woman; chose blood; fallen snow (see note) a lie believe; lying ask; was foolish Naturally wondrous advise swallow; (see note) In order that at the shore alive Unless fair one what I requested fifteen knights in all skilled might [do] the most renown green cloth and gray cloth (see note); also pertain to buying and selling goods journeyed in this manner To the country of Ireland present might be necessary ship's rigging (see note) raised; banner to their liking The city was called Dublin Where they came to land a gift permission a gift Indeed and without a doubt thought [to go] created inhabitants [of the region] saw flee Dublin drown frightened fear were going a safe place; bound valiant let's see might take; readily asked to be left alone No one dared come forward hear horse from the ship richly countryside Before saw Hell-fire it seemed to him leapt forth Attack undertook fearsome would stand its ground in battle; (see note) deadly It availed not a bit It glanced aside blow fiendish as rage Again Against; fierce burst in three pieces struck out quickly He slew the horse doubt Rushed securely die fiendish On foot sword bold lower jaw; cut off powerful stroke ready [with a response] fire burned Shamefully; disfigured fire burned lies each one pierced neck bone glad when In addition Its tongue has he taken cut off at the base stocking; skin He didn't go even ten paces [when] power of speech; lost Necessarily; remain go head; cut To Isolt at a high price; won her Have; if; might replied seemed to him She didn't want him at all She Did; deed Surely; no very burned steed owned Nor; armor he lay had dragged [himself] slew put medicine; (see note) promptly defeated tongue; carried it poisoned me who knows a great deal stocking saw he was in the right was in the wrong if he dared [who] slew the dragon fully nobly he vowed to them laughed He offered as a pledge honor fight Merchant nearby He [who] says I will test his honor are not a knight it seems to them valiant deed in width lead directly then potent drink fair of face examine she piece fit it into that [sword] exactly It was neither smaller or larger a perfect fit sorrow slay went drawn my uncle See; gladly thought she was mad potent drink laughed villain; (see note) denied; (see note) my uncle; taken True would have slain him Were it not for smiled When; was called blame me wrongfully I slew him would he [have slain] me taught you; (see note) conversed he longed for you he found sureties compensation They agreed to it Alive if They firmly made the agreement Before was called give him success justice (see note) Therefore he would not as his reward gave entreats nor estate prepared in turn potent potion; (see note) induce entrusted her wedding at night Give fair of face far; sea against rowed; (see note) rowed labor noble cup (see note) ill-advised went gave Indeed Their; separate their day of death called When (see note) happy also (see note) that is prepared each Make love worthy person chamber happy make love knew their Two weeks; sea hoisted as they [had] wished wedded the wedding feast in truth she Instead of In wasted his love-labor went offer; (see note) With respect to Tristrem narrate between those two thought [they would] have was not Their expectation; wrong False to the two of them Each fell into love-sickness decided (see note) slay kill angry promised both undone; intercourse quickly from life fear summoned to her Two must slay woman You will live To be rich forever dreadful valley went one; drew begged for mercy Cross wrong commanded secretly Asked them to speak to the Queen always Chemises hers was dirty to look at when she had to lie Against; expect slay back the two of them chemise; dirty to look at wise faithful woman passionately Cross hanged; drawn offered bring her back brought Indeed always reconciliation forgiven quickly arrived Such as doubt in an honorable way neck Why won't you use your harp If; know anything music generous Let me see Play the harp whatever Happily liberal in giving earned Unless went Lose; manly dignity surrender In the woods; to slay wild beasts in a rage scolded the King Do you give minstrels (see note) grasped; (see note) bold listen sorrowful nearly burst in two The earl Why do you carry on so had to Before brief time hear sound The earl; (see note) (see note) From If; go with us Beloved; music companion Delightful; played ivory shore time Through; comforting message efficacy of his music time (see note to line 420); two go horse leapt asked; bring did as she asked the woods lost fool lost rode dwelling mirth abundant woman remained then Give; something else trusted Much; wished one room went; (see note) make love knew a great deal board From their room Before shower So that distressed apprehension; sorrow; anguish; (see note) narrow; constricted predicament in writing sieve tied with [all] his might removed cloak piece Torn off bold In the morning saw lying who might take care of her vowed must go Let's consider protect from harm Instead of Because In the morning she From [this] land will [go] govern [he = Mark] returned observed ask Entirely in a different way Know well what he intends go; (see note) send see in addition kill you If he might control you uncle's; (see note) your mercy; (see note) entrusted me to From slay If it weren't for [my] love of you everywhere believed otherwise He bore him only ill-will gave cause him to be; (see note) Their; play you will behold Without a doubt separated those two removed Tristrem sad Nor; truth slay lay [sick] As a result Each life put chip of linden wood inscribed characters right away ready knew; request await [him] Before noon the next day Each of them advise Fortnight inspect (see note) wait right in the act Their deceitful behavior accomplish [it] made love dwarf saw their trickery called on to make him see convinced treachery; fulfill with malicious intention to I am discreet [she] beseeches you earnestly wouldst region Secretly; arranged devised a strategy; (see note) Because; message neglect To tell dearly I payed for she slanders woman church went away know greatly We didn't agree feared expression know without a doubt Where those two met spoke enemy ought not lie about My uncle will not kill honor Otherwise wished But I never accused you Cross uncle Go as if you were mad rage passionately your mercy; (see note) blame; (see note) I will otherwise go distressed Guiltless (see note) slander I slandered you say message your uncle is powerful I don't care how much I lie remain sorrowful sad spoke evil [about Tristrem] All over again (see note) as a jewel Their; destroy clever Spied on them very closely conduct If; undo them Gladly would he accomplish it makes accusations continually Their lechery they practice perpetually Long ago (see note) evidence Before swept all together; (see note) leapt Tristrem is of a mind (see note) leapt bandage burst then with the arrival of the day leapt in truth Grievously he injured his vein was not was broken the peace he made from; went sight Indeed and without a doubt London exonerate law arrived (see note) prove her innocence guilt forthwith sentence she would receive (see note) (see note) carry Dressed in shabby clothing None recognized him Indeed As they had agreed the Thames sea see Without [taking much] notice sexual organs drown worse if repay; labor food nor it seems to me ask God to grant me success gave trial Marvelously near he reached Truly That she is pure; fair woman chosen; (see note) present prayed carried And (see note) a sinner acknowledged [to be] pure (see note) Never before was On such good terms with eagerly he seeks this; (see note) Because everywhere Who was called young named military force tower hall Wrongfully frequently From; he seized booty give conquer without fail danger [to himself]; conquered battlefield bold slew (see note) you will pay for; (see note) enemy Indeed want; slay Twelve feet long was the club fight withstand [It is] a wonder if opportunity His [the giant's] club missed [Tristrem] off struck made rage bold mighty; experienced bright went leapt quickly praised God's grace sword at a distance lost fled as if he were mad trod went terrible went inhabitants [of the countryside] Assembled grants; (see note) bridge fiercely; attacked great force exchanged through their coats of mail Of both of them rage split In two doubt before; distressed Again; struck; force with; missed struck back through; pierced leapt unhappily bridge; (see note) inhabitants knew then gave to him puppy I will red; blue saw pleasure and amusement much worth Gave him [the dog] to Tristrem the courtly sorrow people Revealed; noble in perpetuity in truth When she had seen the puppy peace in reply selected request to come wondrously glad entrusted to him As if he had been a steward However made love Those two complain saw saw how called entrusted to him exiled sight Happier Never before were they |