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The Siege of Milan

[Primus Passus: A Fitt]

All werthy men that luffes to herelove hear Off chevallry that byfore us wereknights That doughty weren of dede,bold Off Charlles of Fraunce, the heghe kinge of allehigh line5That ofte sythes made hethyn men for to falleoftentimes heathen That styffely satte one stede.stalwartly steed This geste es sothe, wittnes the buke,story true The ryghte lele trouthe whoso will lukehonest In cronekill for to rede.chronicle read line10Alle Lumbardy thay made thaire moneLombardy complaint And saide thaire gaummes weren alle gone,pleasures Owttrayede with hethen thede.Destroyed by heathen people

The Sowdane, Arabas the stronge,Sultan Werreyde appon Crystyndome with wrongeMade war wrongfully line15And ceties brake he downn,cities Robbyde the Romaynes of theire rent,wealth The Popys pousty hase he schentePope’s power ruined And many a kynges with crownn. In Tuskayne townnes gon he wynTuscany line20And stuffede tham wele with hethyn kyn,manned This lorde of grete renownn. And sythen to Lumbardy he wanne;afterwards reached Mighte to lett hym hade no man.hinder Thus wynnes he many a townn.conquers

line25The emagery that ther solde bee,[sacred] images should Bothe the Rode and the Marie free,Cross noble Brynnede tham in a fire.Burned And than his mawmettes he sett up thereidols In kirkes and abbayes that there were,churches line30Helde tham for lordes and syre. To Melayne sythen he tuke the wayeMilan then And wanne the cyté apon a daye,conquered Gaffe his men golde till hyre.as pay Many a martyre made he there line35Off men and childire that there werechildren And ladyes swete of swyre.lovely neck

The lorde of Melayne, Sir Alantyne,Milan Sawe the Crystynde putt to pyne.torture Owte of the townn he flede line40To a cyté that was thereby; All nyghte he thoghte therin to ly. He was full straytly stede.severely beset Thay myghte it wynn with spere and schelde; Appon the morne hym buse it yelde line45Or laye his lyfe in wede.stake his life Was never no knyghte putt to mare care.more Full hertly to Criste than prayes he thare To knawe the lyfe he ledde.should lead

The Sawdane sent hym messangers freeSultan noble line50And bade hym torne and hethyn beeconvert And he solde have his awenn:should own Melayne, that was the riche cité,Milan And alle the laundis of Lumbardye, And to his lawe be knawenn:[Saracen] faith professed line55‘And if he ne will noghte to oure lawe be swornne,faith He sall be hanged or other mornebefore another And with wylde horse be drawen, His wyffe and his childire threechildren Byfore his eghne that he myghte seeeyes line60Be in sondre sawenn.’asunder cut

He prayede the Sowdane than of graceSultan That he wolde byde a littill spacetime Whils one the morne at daye,Until And he sall do hym for to wittlet him know line65If that he wolde assent to itt To leve apon his laye.believe faith Bot than heves he up his handis to heven,raises To Jesu Criste with mylde stevenvoice Full hertly gane he praye. line70‘Lorde,’ he saide, ‘als Thou swelte appon the Tree,died Of Thy man Thou hafe petépity And Mary mylde, that maye.maiden

‘If I solde Crystyndome forsakeshould And to hethyn lawe me take,faith line75The perill mon be myn.must Bot, Lorde, als Thou lete me be borne,as Late never my sawle be forlorneLet lost Ne dampnede to helle pyne.damned torments Bot, Lorde, als Thou swelte on the Rodedied Cross line80And for mankynde schede Thi blode, Some concelle sende Thou me — Whethire that me es better to doo,Which The hethyn lawe to torne too Or my lyfe in lande to tyne.’on earth to lose

line85Than wente that knyghte unto bedde For sorowe hym thoghte his hert bledde,it seemed to him And appon Jesu than gan he calle. And sone aftire that gane he falle one slepe Als man that was wery for-wepe.As worn out with weeping line90Than herde by hym on a walle Ane angelle that unto hym gane saye, ‘Rysse up, Sir Kynge, and wende thy waye, For faire the sall byfalleshall befall you To Charles that beris the flour-delycefleur-de-lis line95Of other kynges he berys the pryce — And he sall wreke thy wrethis alle.’avenge injuries

The angelle bade hym ryse agayne, ‘And hy the faste to Charlemayne,hasten yourself The crownnede Kynge of Fraunce, line100And say hym God byddis that he sall goshall To helpe to venge the of thy foofoe Both with spere and launce.’ The Kynge was full fayne of that;glad His swerde in his hande ge gatt line105And therto graythely he grauntis.quickly obeys He garte swythe sadyll hym a palfraye And even to Fraunce he tuke the waye.directly Now herkenys of this chaunce.listen to what happened

The same nyghte byfore the daye line110Als Kyng Charls in his bedde layeAs A swevn than gan he mete.dream dream Hym thoghte ane angele lyghte als leven Spake to hym with mylde steven,voice That gudly hym gane grete.greet line115That angele bytaughte hym a brande,entrusted sword Gaffe hym the hiltis in his hande,hilt That even was handefull meteThat just fit the hand And saide, ‘Criste sende the this swerde Mase the His werryoure here in erthe line120He dose the wele to weite.

‘He biddes thou sall reteyne it tytepossess quickly And that thou venge alle His dispyte,injury For thynge that ever may bee. And sla alle there thou sees me strykeslay line125And sythen thou birnne up house and dyke,then wall For beste He traystis in thee.’trusts The walles abowte Melayne townne Hym thoghte the angele dange tham downnIt seemed to him struck That closed in that cité, line130Sythen alle the laundis of LumbardyThen Lombardy Townnes, borows and bayli.fortresses walls This was selcouthe to see.marvelous

When Charls wakenede of his dreme, He sawe a bryghtenes of a bemefrom line135Up unto hevenwarde glyde. Bot when he rose, the swerde he fande That the angelle gaffe hym in his hande Appon his bedde syde. He schewede it thanne to his barouns alle,showed line140And than saide his lordes bothe grete and smalle: ‘The sothe is noghte to hyde;truth We wote wele that Goddis will it esknow is That thou sall conquere of hethennesse Countres lange and wyde.’

line145To mete than wente that riche kynge,meal Bot sone come there newe tydynge Als he in sete was sette.seat The lorde of Melayne he sawe come in, That was his cosyn nere of kyn,relative line150And hym full gudely grette.greeted The grete lordis alle hailsede heesaluted And prayede tham all sesse of theire gleestop their merrymaking And sayse to Charls withowtten lette,delay Jesu Criste hase comannde thee line155To fare to the felde to feghte for mee, My landis agayne to gette.’

He tolde tham alle at the borde and bytable That the Sarasenes had wonn Lumbardy Thay mornede and made grete monewere very sorrowful line160And how the angelle bade hym goo. The Kynge tolde his sweven alsoo;dream Thay accordede bothe in one.agreed Thane sayde the Beshope Turpyne: ‘Hafe done! Late semble the folke of thyne.Have assembled line165Myn hede I undirtakehead pledge That Gode es grevede at the Sarasenes boste.angered boast We salle stroye up alle theire hoste,destroy Those worthely men in worde.’

Bot alle that herde hym Genyenn line170That was a lorde of grete renownn And Rowlande modir hade wedde.Roland’s mother Thare wery hym bothe God and Sayne John!curse The falseste traytoure was he one That ever with fode was fedde.food line175For landis that Rowlande solde have thare Dede fayne he wolde that he ware, The resone ryghte who redde. His firste tresone now bygynnes herebegins That the lordis boghte sythen full derepaid for line180And to ladyse grete barett bredde.distress caused

‘Sir,’ he sayde, ‘that ware a synfull chaunce. What solde worthe of us in Fraunceshould become And thou in the felde were slayne?If Thyselfe and we at home will byde line185And latte Rowlande thedire ryde, That ever to bekyre es baynefight ready With batelle and with brode banere.army broad banner Of his wyrchippe wolde I here,valor Witt ye wele, full fayne.’Know gladly line190For Rowlande this resone he wroghte;explanation Everemore in his herte he thoghte He solde never come agayne.should back

The kynge than sent a messangere To grette lordes bothe ferre and nere line195And bade tham make tham yare.ready Bot the peris take a concelle newepeers That made alle Fraunce ful sore to rewegrievously to regret And byrdis of blyse full bare.ladies bliss deprived Thay prayede the Kynge on that tydetime line200That he hymselfe at home walde bydewould abide To kepe that lande right thare, ‘And sendis Rowlande to LumbardyLombardy With fourty thowsande chevalry Of worthy men of were.’war

line205Then Rowlande, thus his were than made,trouble Fares forthe with baners brade; The Kynge byleves thare stillremains Within the cité of ParesscheParis For to kepe that townn of pryceguard splendor line210Als thay accordede till.agreed to And if the Sowdane wane the feldeSultan Lyghtly walde they it noghte yelde To thay had foughtten thaire fill.Until Bot be comen was the feftenede dayeby [the time that] line215Therfore myghte mornne bothe man and mayemaiden And ladyse lyke full ill.

To Melayne even thay made tham bownnset out And batelde tham thare byfore the townn,prepared for battle Those knyghttis that were kene.bold line220And into the Sowdane thay sent a knyghte And bade hym come owte with tham to fyghte, To witt withowtten wene.without doubt The Sowdane grauntis wele thertillagrees That tornede oure gud men all to gryllgrief line225And many one mo to mene.lament Than the Sarasene come owte of that cité Forty thowsandes of chevalrye,knights The beste in erthe myghte be[ne].

The forthirmaste come a Sarasene wyghte,first man line230Sir Arabaunt of Perse he highte;Persia he was called Of Gyon was he kynge. He saide ther was na Cristyn knyghte, Ware he never so stronge ne wyghtebold To dede he [ne] solde hym dynge.death strike line235And one Sir Artaymnere of BemeBohemia That was Sir Olyveres emeuncle Byfore the stowre thay thrynge.battle push forward And even at the first countire righteencounter The Sarasen slewe oure Cristyn knyghte. line240It was dyscomforthynge.

The lorde of Melayne to hym rade,rode Sir Alantyne withowtten bade,without delay The Crystyn knyghte to wreke;avenge Bot he stroke oure Cristyn knyghte that stowndetime line245That dede he daschede to the grounde,dead fell Mighte no worde after speke. Sythen afterwarde he bare downstruck Worthy lordes of grete renownn, Ay to his launce gane breke.until line250And sythen areste thaire nobill stedisseized steeds And to the hethyn hoste tham ledis. Loo thus-gates fares the freke.in such a way man

Bot by that was done the grete gon mete,were meeting Barouns undir blonkes fetehorses’ feet line255Braythely ware borne doun.Violently Thay stekede many a staleworthe knyghte;pierced The hethen folke in that fyghte The moste were of renownn. Oure knyghtis one the gronde lyselie line260With wondes wyde one wafull wyse:wounds in a piteous manner Crakkede was many a crownn;Broken head Riche hawberkes were all to-rent,slashed up And beryns thorowe thaire scheldis schentmen through wounded That many to bery was bownn.

line265The Sarasens semblede so sarelyattacked fiercely That thay felde faste of oure chevalrye;struck down knights Oure vawarde down thay dynge.vanguard strike Righte at the firste frusche thay feldecharge Fyve thowsande knyghtis trewly teldecounted line270This is no lesynge.lie Oure knyghtis lyghtede one the bent;fell field Thorowe thaire scheldis are they schent.Through wounded Of sorowe than myghte thay synge. Than oure medillwarde gane tham mete,main body line275Thare myghte no beryns oure bales bete,men woes make better Bot the helpe of hevens Kynge.

The medillwarde Sir Rowlande ledde;main body That doghty in felde was never dredebold man afraid To do what solde a knyghte.should line280Fyfty lordis of gret empryce,prowess Of Fraunce that bare the floure-delyce,fleur-de-lis Hase loste bothe mayne and myghte.strength Our medillwarde sone hade thaye slayne,main body And Rowlande was in handis tanetaken prisoner line285And other seven that were knyghtes. Bot als God gaffe hym that chaunce, Thay wende he hade bene Kynge of Frauncethought That lyfede in thase fyghtis.participated in these battles

Bot of a knyghte me rewes soreI grieve greatly line290That in the felde laye wondede thore:wounded there The Duke of Normandy. He lukes up in the felde, His umbrere with his hande up helde;visor On Rowlande gane he cry: line295Rowlande, if the tyde that chaunceif the opportunity befalls you That thou come evermore into Fraunce, For the lufe of mylde Marie, Comande me till oure gentill KyngeCommend And to the Qwene, my lady yynge,young line300And to all chevalrye.knights

‘And if thou come into Normandy, Grete wele my lady And Sir Richerd my sonne; And dubbe hym duke in my stedeplace line305And bydde hym venge his fadir dede, Of myrthe if he will mone.think Bid hym hawkes and houndes forgoo And to dedis of armes hym doo, Thase craftes for to konnelearn line310Appon the cursede Sarasens for to werre,make war Venge me with dynt of spere,thrust For my lyfe is nere done.

‘A, Rowlande, byhaulde nowe whatt I see:behold More joye ne myghte never bee line315In youthe ne yitt in elde. old age Loo! I see oure vawarde ledde to hevenevanguard With angells songe and merye stevenevoice Reghte as thay faughte in the felde. I see moo angells, loo, with myn eghe,more eye line320Then there are men within Cristyanté That any wapyn may welde.wield To heven thay lede oure nobill knyghtis And comforthes tham with mayne and myghtis,strength With mekill blysse and belde.’much protection

line325Bot by Rowland gan a Sarasene stande That braydede owte with a bryghte brandedrew sword When he harde hym say soo;heard And to the Duke a dynt he dryvede.blow At the erthe he smate righte of his hede.To smote off head line330Therfore was Rowlande woo.sorrowful And Rowland styrte than to a branderushed sword And hastily hent it owte of a Sarasene hande,seized And sone he gane hym sloo.slay With that swerde he slewe sexty, line335The beste of the Sarasens chevalrye, Off hardy men and moo.more

Than Rowlande in handis is taken agayne And putt unto full harde payne That sorowe it was to see. line340And foure nobill knyghtis than have thay slayne Byfore that were in handis tane With Sir Rowlande the free.noble The Sowdane comandis of his men An hundrethe knyghtis to kepe tham then,guard line345Rowland and other three, And to oure rerewarde sythen thay rode.rear guard Oure barouns boldely tham abode.withstood Nowe helpe tham the Trynytee!

The Duke of Burgoyne, Sir Belland,Burgundy line350The fadir of Sir Gy of Nevynlande, The rerewarde than rewlis hee.rear guard leads He comforthede alle oure nobyll knyghtis, Said, ‘Lordis, halde your feldes and your ryghttisprotect And no Sarasene yee flee. line355And thofe ye see thies lordis be slaynethough Ne hope ye noghte for alle thaire payneexpect That ne we sall solance see;solace By the werkynge of oure wondis sareinflicting Of the paynes of helle fele we no mare line360Bot hy to heven one heghe.’hasten high

Thay fruschede in fersely; for Goddis sakecharged Grete strokes gane thay gyffe and take With wondis werkande wyde.inflicting everywhere Bot yitt the Sarasens with thay speris line365Full ferre on bakke oure batelle berysbackwards army pushes And knyghtis felde undir fete.felled Walde never no Crystyn knyghte thethyn fleefrom there Thoghe that he wyste ryghte there to dye, I doo yowe wole to wytt.I let you know well line370Bot alle in fere thay endide righte tharetogether That sewede the Sarasenes sythen full sarepursued For lordis that levede the swete.lost their lives

Thus fourty thowsande hafe thay slayne Safe foure that were in handis tane,Except for four taken prisoner line375Rowlande ande other three. One was the gentill erle, Sir Olyvere; Another was Sir Gawtere, The Kyngis cosyns nere;Near kin to the King The thirde was Sir Gy of Burgoyne line380His fadir in the felde laye there slone;slain The soryare myghte he bee. They ledde thies lordes into Melayne; With that the Sowdane turnes agayne,Thereupon Righte gladde of his menyee.army

[Secundus Passus: A] Fytt

line385To the Sowdane chambir many a man Oure foure lordis ledd thay than To rekken of theire arraye.evaluate condition Thay ette and dranke and made tham glade, Bot littill myrthe oure lordis hadde. line390The Sowdane gane tham saye, ‘Welcome be thow, Kynge of Fraunce; The bytide a cely chaunce:befell happy Thi lyfe was savede this daye. The false lawes of Fraunce sall downn;beliefs be overthrown line395The rewme sall leve one seynt Mahownn realm believe in That alle the myghtyeste maye!’Who is most powerful

And Rowlande answerde full gentilly, ‘I ne rekke whethir I lyfe or dye,care By God that awe this daye.governs line400Kynge of Fraunce ame I none, Bot a cosyne ame I onerelative To Charlles, by my faye.faith He will gyffe me golde and fee,fief Castells ryche with towris heghehigh line405That lorde full wele he maye. Bot Goddis forbode and the holy Trynytee That ever Fraunce hethen were for meeheathen on account of And lese oure Crysten laye. lose faith

‘For sothe, thou Sowdane, trowe thou mostebelieve must line410One the Fader and the Sone and the Holy Goste. Thire thre are alle in one That borne was of Marye free Sythen for us dyede one a tree;Then In other trowe we none.’ line415Thane loughe the Sowdane withe eghne full smalelaughed eyes And saide, ‘Ane hundrethe of youre goddis alle hale 416aHave I garte byrne in firre with bale had burned Sen firste I wanne this wone.dwelling I sawe at none no more powsteepower Than att another rotyn tree line420One erthe, so mote I gone.

‘Goo, feche one of theire goddis in And if he in this fire will byrne Alle other sett att noghte.’consider worthless Than furthe ther rane a Sarasene in that tydetime line425To a kyrke was there byside;church A faire rode in he broghtecrucifix Fourmede ewenn als He gane blede. Oure Cristen knyghtis bygane thaire crede And Rowland God bysoughte line430And saide, ‘Thou that was borne of a may,maiden Schewe thou, Lorde, Thi meracle this day,Show That with Thi blode us boghte.’redeemed

They keste the rode into the firecrucifix And layde brandis with mekill ire;wood great wrath line435Fayne wolde thay garre hym birne.make it burn The Sowdane saide, ‘Now sall ye see What myghte es in a rotyn treerotten That youre byleve es in.faith I darre laye my lyfe full ryghte line440That of hymselfe he hase no myghteof itself it has Owte of this fire to wyn.come How solde he than helpe another manit That for hymselfe no gyn ne kan,itself plan Nother crafte ne gyn?’skill contrivance

line445Thay caste one it full many a folde;many times The rode laye still ay as it were colde.crucifix No fire wolde in hym too.take hold in it All if the crosse were makede of treeAlthough wood The fire yode owtt that come ther nee.went near line450Than wexe the Sowdan woo.became aggrieved ‘And yif the devell,’ he sayde, ‘be hym within,Even if it He sall be brynt or ever I blyne;’It before stop Of hert he was full throo.furious ‘Thies cursede wreches that are herein line455Has wethede thaire goddis that thai may not byrn;wet I wote wele it es soo.’know

Than bromstone that wele walde birnbrimstone And pykke and terre mengede therinpitch tar mixed Thay slange in the fire full bolde.threw line460Torches that were gude and grete For to helpe that mekill hetegreat heat Thay caste in many a folde.many times The fire wexe owte at the laste;burned out Oure knyghtis made thaire prayere faste line465To Criste that Judas solde. The rode braste and gaffe a crakecrash That thamm thoghte that alle the byggynge brakebuilding That was within that holde.stronghold

A fire than fro the crosse gane fruscheleap line470And in the Sarasene eghne it gaffe a dosche,eyes blow Ane element als it were, That thay stode still als any stone. Haundis nore fete myghte thay stirre nonemove Bot drery wexe in chere;became sorrowful countenance line475Thay wyste nother of gude ne ill.knew Than Rowlande sais his felawes untill, ‘Sirs, hy us alle hethyn in fere.hasten from here together This meracle es schewede thorowe Goddis grace,worked For alle the Sarasenes in this place line480May nother see nore here.’hear

Sayde Sir Gy of Burgoyne, ‘Yitt or I goobefore The Sowdane sall have a stroke or twoo That glade sall hym no glee.’will bring him no joy He ferkes owte with a fawchonstrikes sword line485And hittis the Sowdane one the crownn Unto the girdyll welle nee.belt near Thay tuke the grete lordes with ire And brynte tham in that bale fire; Those doughty garte they dye line490Bot sythen the Sarasenes crouned Sir Garsy, Thay ofte sythes chaste oure chevalry —oftentimes A bolde Sarasene was he.

Alle that was than in that place Thay slewe clenly thorow Goddis grace,deftly line495Oure worthy men and wyghte.valorous And sythen owte at the gates they yede.went Ilkone of tham fande a whitte stedeEach one Sadlit and redy dighte.prepared Thay stirtt up on those stedis full steryn;formidable line500Thay fande no man that tham wolde warne,hinder Oure ferse men, felle in fighte.valiant And als the cronekill yitt will saye, Even to Fraunce thay tuke the waye;straight To Paresche thay ryde full righte.Paris directly

line505Bot yitt thay wolde noghte come att Parescheto To thay had offerde to Seyne Denys Until And wendis to that abbaye,go And leves thaire stedis righte at the gate And wightly in thay tuke the gate,boldly made their way line510Thaire prayers for to say. And by thay hade thayre prayers made Agayne thay come withowtten bade.delay Thaire horse than were away And alle the bellis that in that abbaye was line515Range allone thorowe Goddis grace Whils it was pryme of the day.Until

And thereby wiste those lordis of pryceknew worthy lords That the myghte of God and Seynt Denys Had broghte tham thethyn away.from there line520Thaire horse that so there come to handes Was thorowe the prayere of Seynt Denysthrough Thus will the cronecle say. Bischope Turpyne than come fro Paresche townn To Seynt Denys with grete processiownn line525For thiese lordes for to pray That was in Lumbardy at the were.war And when he sawe Rowlande there He saide, ‘Lordis, morne we may.’

Thay mervelde why the bellis so range line530And the clergy lefte theire sange, Thoghte ferly of that fare. Thay hade mervelle whate it myghte mene. Als sone als the Byschoppe hade Rowlande sene, To hym he went full yare.eagerly line535Sayd, ‘A, Rowlande, how fares Lumbardye And all oure nobill chevallry That thou hade with the thare?’there ‘Certis, Sir Bischoppe, it is noghte to layne,lie The Sarasenes hase oure gude men slayne; line540Thou seese of tham na mare.’

The Bischop keste his staffe hym fro,cast The myter of his hede also.off ‘I sall never were the more,wear Ne other habite for to bere,clothes wear line545Bot buske me bremly to the werearm fiercely war And lerene one slyke a lore.only such A, Mary mylde, whare was thi myght That thou lete thi men thus to dede be dightedeath put That wighte and worthy were?valiant line550Art thou noghte halden of myghtis moste,held to be Full conceyvede of the Holy Goste? Me ferlys of thy fare.

‘Had thou noghte, Marye, yitt bene borne, Ne had noghte oure gud men thus bene lorne.lost line555The wyte is all in the.blame Thay faughte holly in thy ryghteentirely That thus with dole to dede es dyghte. A Marie, how may this bee?’ The Bischoppe was so woo that stownndgrieved time line560He wolde noghte byde appon the grownndin that place A sakerynge for to see;consecration [of the mass] Bot forthe he wente — his handis he wrange — And flote with Marye ever amange For the losse of oure menyee.army

line565Then come Kynge Charls appon pilgremage Fro Paresche town with his baronage; To Seynt Denys he went. Bot when the Bischoppe mett with the Kynge, He wolde noghte say ‘Gud mornynge’ line570Ne ones his browes blenke.eyebrows raise The Kynge had mervelle what that myght be; Bot als sone als he Rowlande see, Wyghtly to hym he went.Quickly Be Rowlande had his tale tolde,By [the time that] line575The Kynge myghte noghte a tere holde.tear withhold For bale hym thoght he brynt.sorrow

‘Allas,’ he saide, ‘cosyn syne, Whare are alle the nobill knyghtis of myne That ever to fighte were fayne?’glad line580‘Sir, bi God and by Sayne John, The Sarasenes alle bot us hase sloneslain It is no bote to layne.use lie Bot we were taken into holde; Bot als that Criste hymselfe wolde line585That we wan owte agayne,made our way Thorowe the grace of God omnipotent In his chambir or we wentbefore The Sowdane have we slayne.’

Genyonn saide, ‘Lorde, by my rede,advice line590All if the Sowdane thus be dede,Although Thay will have another newe, A more schrewe than was the tother,cruel the other Garcy that is his awenn brothir,own That more barett will brewe.trouble line595These landes of hym I rede ye haldeadvise Or he will kindill cares full calde;stir up Yhe trowe this tale for trewe.You Or ells within thies monethes three Als qwhitte of Fraunce sall yhe beedeprived you line600Als yhe it never ne knewe.’

‘Now Cristis malyson,’ quod the Bischoppe, ‘myghte he havecurse That Charls first this concell gaffegave And noghte bot it be righte. To make homage to a Sarasene — line605Jesu kepe us fro that pyneaffliction And Marie His modir bryghte. Bot at home, Sir Kynge, thou sall kepe nanne Bot alle thy gud men with the tanetake That worthy are and wightevaliant line610Appon yone cursede Sarasenes for to weremake war And venge the one tham with dynt of spereyourself on them thrust That thus thi peris hase dyghte.peers treated

And alle the clergy undirtake Ipledge Off alle Fraunce full sekerlysurely line615Thay sall wende to that were.turn Of the Pope I have pousté:power Att my byddynge sall thay bee, Bothe with schelde and spere.’ The Bischoppe sendis ferre and nere line620To monke, chanoun, preste and frereclergyman friar And badd tham graythe thaire gereprepare And keste thaire [care] clene tham froo,from Come helpe to feghte one Goddis foo,foe All that a swerde may bere.

line625The clergy grauntes alle ther-to,agree Als doghety men of dede solde do That worthy were and wyghte. Be comen was wekes threeIn three weeks Thare semblede a ful faire menyhéassembled army line630In baneres burneschid bryghte.adorned A hundrethe thowsande were redy bownnprepared Of prestis that werede schaven crownnwore shaved heads And fresche men for to fighte.vigorous Thay lightede appon a lawnde so clerealighted line635Undir the Mownte Mowmartere:Montmartre It was a ful faire syghte.

With that the Bischoppe Turpyn come And also a cardynall of Rome With a full grete powere. line640Thay semblede appon another syde, Baners bett with mekill pryde,ornamented great The clergy that was so clere.pure And appon thaire knees thay knelide down; The Bischoppe gafe tham his benyson,blessing line645All hollyly in fere.solemnly together And thane sent he in to the Kynge And badde hym forth his barouns brynge And saide, ‘My prestis are here.’

Bot yitt this false Genyonn line650Conselde the Kynge ay with tresonalways That hymselfe solde duelle ther still:remain ‘And lette the Bischoppe wende his waye, Doo at yone Sarasenes that he maye;to what There sall he feghte his fill.fight line655And byde thiselfe in this citee. Slayne in the felde gife that thou bee,if Alle Fraunce may like it full ill.’ And with his concelle and his faredemeanor Slyke concell he gaffe tham thareSuch line660The Kynge grauntis thertill.thereto

And forthe to the Bischoppe than sendis he, And for thynge that ever myghte bee He solde hym never beswyke.betray Bot take his nobill chevalrye line665And wende forthe into Lumbardy, ‘For I will kepe my ryke.’protect kingdom The Bischoppe saide, ‘By Goddes Tree, Or that Charls doo so with mee Full ill it sall hym lyke! line670I sall hym curse in myddis his face.to his face What! sall he nowe with sory grace Become ane eretyke?’heretic

The Bischoppe leves his powere thareleaves forces And into the cité gane he farehe went line675And the Cardenall with hym. And when he come byfore the Kynge, There was none other haylsyngegreeting Bot stowte wordes and grym.menacing He saide, ‘Allas, Sir Charllyone, line680That thou thus sone becomes a crayon!coward Me thynke thi body full dym.sinful Alle the false councell that touches the crownadvisors affect Here gyffe I tham Goddis malyson,curse Bothe in lyfe and lyme.limb

line685And Cristis malyson myghte he havecurse That fyrste to the that concell gaffe;you advice And here I curse the, thou Kynge! Because thou lyffes in eresye,heresy Thou ne dare noghte fyghte one Goddes enemy.’against line690And a buke forthe gane he brynge. And the sertayne sothe als I yow tellecertain truth He dyde all that to cursynge felle.pertained This was no manere of lesynge.lying ‘Nowe arte thou werre than any Sarasene,worse line695Goddes awenn wedirwyne;own enemy Of sorowe now may thou synge.

‘If Cristyndome loste bee The wyte bese casten one the.blame Allas that thou was borne! line700Criste for the sufferde mare dere,grievously Sore wondede with a spere, And werede a crown of thorne; And now thou dare noghte in the felde For hym luke undir thy schelde, line705I tell thi saule for lorne.count lost Men will deme aftir thi dayjudge How falsely thou forsuke thi layefaith And calle the Kynge of Skornne.’

Bot then Kyng Charls withowtten wenehesitation line710At the Byschopp was so tene,angry A fawchone hase he drawen.sword And the Bischopp styrte than to a brande,rushed sword Hent it owt of a sqwyers handeSeized Both with myghte and mayne line715And braydes owte the blade bare.draws Be myghtfull God than he sware:By ‘If I wiste to be slayne, Charls, and thou touche mee,if Thou fares noghte forthir fete thre line720Or it be qwitt agayne.’repaid

Than grete lordes yede tham bytwene;went The Kynge comande his knyghtis kene The Bischopp for to taa.take And the Bischopp said, ‘Sirres, I will yow no scatheI wish you no harm line725And bi my faythe it es grete wathedanger Bot if ye late me gaa.Unless go For certis I will noghte taken bee With nane that I now here see Bot if yee firste me slaa.slay line730And whilk of yow that touches mewhichever Withowtten harme passes noghte hee.’ Than with his horse come thay.

‘Here,’ he said, ‘I avowe to mylde Marie And to hir Sone, God Almyghttye, line735I sall noghte leve the soo. For we are halden with the righte, Clerkes appon cursede men to fighte. I calle the Goddes foo.foe I sall gerre buske my batelle bownnI shall have my army readied line740And halde the, Charls, within this townn: Withowt thou sall noghte goo.Outside Was never kynge that werede a crown So foule rebuytede with relygyon;rebuked Thou sall sone witt of woo.know about sorrow

line745Goddes byddynge hast thou broken; Thurghe the traytour speche spoken Alle Cristendom walde thou schende.destroy When Criste sent the a suerde untill,sent a sword to you Thou myghte wele wiete it was His willknow line750That thiselfe solde thedir wende.thither go Therefore I sall stroye the,destroy you Byrne and breke downn thi cité If thou be never so tene.angry Then to yone Sarasenes wende sall I, line755Fighte with tham whils I may dry,endure In Goddes servyce to ende.’

The Bischopp and the CardynereCardinal Appon thaire horses gatt bothe in fere;together Owte of the townn thay rade line760Also faste als thay myghte dryveAs . . . as To the grete batelle belyfequickly And buskede baners full brade.raised They romede towarde Paresche townadvanced And thoghte to bete the cyté downebatter line765With the powere that he hade. (Slyke clerkes beris my benysone,Such have blessing For trewere men of relygyoun In erthe were never none made.)

Charls over the walles bihelde line770And sawe the hoste come in the felde And drawe towardes the town. Bot than said Duke Naymes unto the Kynge: ‘Sir, yonder comes us new tythynges With baners buskede alle bown. line775I rede ye praye yone clergy sesseadvise cease And aske the Bischoppe forgyfnesse And absolucioun. And graunt hym graythely for to gooquickly For to feghte appon Goddis foo,foe line780Or loste es thi renownn.’

‘In faithe,’ saide the Kynge, ‘I graunt.’agree The Bischopp es gude and on evynhaunt With baners bryghte of hewe Before tham a furlange and mare.furlong line785The Kynge undid his hede alle bare — The Bischopp wele hym knewe — And appon his knees he knelid down And tuke his absolucyoun. Theire joye bygane to newe.be renewed

line790The Kynge says: ‘Haly fader free,generous This gilte I praye the forgyffe me And I will wirke your will. And with your clergye tournes agayne; Riste and ryott yow by the water of Sayne,Rest refresh yourselves Seine line795Ay whils I come yow till.’until to The Bischoppe grauntis hym in that tydeagrees with time And pyghte pavylyons with mekill pryde,pitched pavilions With wyne and welthes at will.luxuries The Kynge into the citee went line800And aftir his baronage he sent, All forwardes to fulfill.agreements

And by the thre wekes comen were,by [the time that] Charls had semblede a faire powere.assembled Hymselfe come all at handecame to him line805Erles, dukes and the Twelfe Duchepers,Peers Bothe barouns and bachelers, Knyghtis full hevenhande.worthy Thay offerde alle at Seynt Denys And grete lordes to armes chesse,resolved upon line810And Charls tuke his hande And thus romewes that grete powere.leads off The levenynge of [thair] baners clereflashing bright Lyghtenes all that lande.

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Thus Charls with his chevalrye line815Unto he come at LumbardyUntil In no place wolde he hone.delay And to the Sarasenes was it tolde That Charls make werre appon tham wolde To venge that are was done.formerly line820The grete lordes than togedir spake: ‘It is better that we Sir Garcy take And crownn hym the Sowdane sone.’quickly Than sent thay to many an hethyn knyghte; Thay badde that alle solde come that myghte, line825By the heghten day at none.eighteeenth noon

When thay were semblede sekerly,assembled securely Thay crownnede the Sowdane Sir Garcy That solance was to see[ne].joy Sexty knyghtis of dyverse lande, line830Ilkon sent hym sere presandeEach different gift To witt withowtten wene.Indeed hesitation Thay dressede on hym a dyademeplaced And made hym emperour, so hym seme,as it seemed fitting for him Those knyghtis that were kene. line835Syne present hym with golde And stones of vertu that was holde,that were held to have power The beste in erthe myghte bene.

The Kynge of Massedoyne landeMacedonia Sent the Sowdane a presande,gift line840The meryeste one molde:earth Sexty maydyns faire of face That cheffeste of his kyngdome was And faireste appon folde;earth Sexty fawconns faire of flyghte;falcons line845And sexti stedis noble and wyghtehorses swift In everilke journay boldeevery battle And appon ilke a stede a knyghte sittandeeach horse With a fawcon appon his handefalcon And a cowpe full of golde;cup

line850Sexty grewhondes unto the gamen;greyhounds hunt And sexti raches rynnande in samen,hunting dogs together The beste in erthe myghte bee. He come hymselfe with this presandegift And broghte in his awenn handeown line855That was worthe thiese three: Invisebill, a full riche stone, A safre, the beste that myghte be onesapphire best one that might be To seke alle Crystiantee.If all Christendom were searched The Sowdane was full fayne of thisglad line860And kyndely gan his cosyn kysse With mekill solempnytee.much solemnity

When he his powere semblede hade, A ryalle feste the Sowdan madefeast Of worthy men in wede.armor line865Of alle the damesels bryghte and schenebeautiful The Sowdane hade hymselfe I wenesuppose Thaire althere maydynhede.The maidenhead of them all By tham ilkone he laye a nyghteeach one And sythen mariede hir unto a knyghte: line870Thay leffed one haythen lede. So mekill luste of lecherymuch Was amange that chevalry That thay [myg]hte noghte wele spede.prosper

To Charls now will I torne agayne line875That passes over mountayne and playne; At [Me]layne wolde he bee. And when he come into that stedeplace Whereals the Cristyn men byfore weren dede, Off Fraunce so grete plentee, line880There heghe appon an hill, appon highte,high Turpyn garte an awtre dyghtehad an altar prepared That alle the folke myghte see; And off the Trynytee a messe he saysof mass And hertly for the saules he prayes line885And the bodyes that thare gan dye.

The Bischopp sone gane hym revesche;put on his vestments In gude entent he says a messemass In the name of God Almyghte. He blyssede the awtere with his handealtar line890And a fayre oste of brede therappon he fandefairer host That ever he sawe with syghte.Than His chalesse was so full of wynechalice There myghte no more hafe gone therin — It come fro heven on highte.high line895He dide his messe forthe to the endemass And thankede Gode that it hym sende And Marie, His modir bryghte.

The Bischopp in his hert was fayneglad And thankede God with all his maynestrength line900And Marie, His modir free. He tolde the hoste with lowde stevenvoice How brede and wyne was sent fro heven, Fro God of moste poustee:power ‘And all that ever hase sene this syghte, line905Yee are als clene of syn, I plyghte,pledge Als that day borne were yee. And whoso endys in this feldedies field In His byggynge sall he belde,dwelling find shalter Evermore in blysse to bee.’

line910The Bischopp than keste of his abyttecast off habit And aftir armours he askede tytte;immediately For egernesse he loughe.laughed A kirtill and a corsett fyne, Therover he keste an acton synethen line915And it to hym he droughe An hawbarke with a gesserante; His gloves weren gude and avenaunte.beautiful And als blythe als birde one boughe He tuke his helme and sythen his brande,sword line920Appon a stede, a spere in hande Was grete and gud ynoghe.enough

Sayse, ‘I praye yow, all my cleregy here, Assembles undire my banere; The vawarde will I have.vanguard line925Charls and his knyghtis kene Lete erles and barouns with hym bene, Both sqwyers and knavepage I beseke freschely for to fyghte That the [le]wede men may se with syghte line930And gud ensample have.example Standis [now baldly f]or youre trouthe; Appon yo[ne Sarasen]es haves no rewthe.pity For golde in erthe, none save.’

Thus Ch[arls led]eth a faire menyhéarmy line935Bifo[re Mela]yne, that riche cité, Braydes up baners yare.Raises quickly And when the Sowdane hase tham sene, He comandes his knyghtis kene That thay solde make tham yare.should ready line940And or he wolde passe owte of the townn, He made his offerande to Mahownn The wars, leve Gode, tha fare. And sythen owt of that citee Off heythen men an hugge menyheearmy line945That semyde als breme als bare.fierce boar

Sir Arabaunt, with ire and hete,hatred A furlange bifore the batelle gretefurlong army Come and askede fighte. And byfore of oure folke had he slayne line950Bothe the lorde of Melayne And many another knyght. Than sayde the Bischopp, ‘So mot I spede,prosper He sall noghte ruysse hym of this dedeboast If I cane rede aryghte.’ line955And or any knyght myght gete his gere The Bischopp gart hym with a sperestruck Appon his tepet lighte.

Turpyn strake hym so sekerlysurely Thurgh the breste bone all plenerlycompletely line960A lange yerde and more That dede he daschede to the groundedead fell Grysely gronannde in that stownde,Terribly groaning place Woundede wonderly sore. The Bischopp than lighte full apertlyboldly line965And off he hewes his hede in hycuts instantly That are was breme als bare.formerly bold boar His horse unto the Cristen oste gan spede; A sqwyere broghte agayne his stedeback And one he leppe righte thare.

line970The Bischopp sqwyere in the place Saw that the Kynge dede was(Kynge = Sir Arabaunt) That had bene of grete powere. His helme and his hawberke holde,dependable Frette overe with rede golde,Adorned line975With stones of vertue dererare power His gowere pendande on the grounde — It was worthe a thowsande pownde Off rubys and safere.sapphires He lowttede down, up wolde itt ta;bent take line980The Bischopp bad hym fro it ga:go ‘Go fonnge the another fere.get companion

To wyn the golde thou arte a fole;fool Thou bygynnes sone for to spoyle.[too] soon despoil Loo! yonder comes moo. line985Thou settis more by a littill golde That thou seese lye appon the moldeearth Than to fighte one Goddes foo.against Loo! yonder comes Sarasenes in the felde; Go kill tham down undir thi schelde. line990Slyk [w]orchippes were gude to do.’honorable deeds He tuke the pendande in his hande;pendant The Bishoppe bett hym with his brande [That] he keste it hym fro.So that cast

With that come girdande Sir Darnadowse,charging line995A nobill knyghte and a chevallrouse,chivalrous Prekande one a stede.riding He was the chefe of Famagose, A Sarasene that fayne wolde wyn lose,fame And to the Cristen oste gan spede. line1000He bad sende owte Charlyon If he dare come to wynn pardonn, A bofett for to bede.blow offer He wolde noghte fighte bot with a kynge; He calde hymselfe withowt lesyngelie line1005The chefe of hethyn thede.people

Then Kyng Charls tuke his spere hym to; The Bischopp Turpyn and other mo Prayede God solde hym spede. ‘A, dere lorde,’ said Rowlande in heghe, line1010‘Late me fare to fighte for thee, For Hym that one Rode gan blede.’Cross Than Charls sweris by Saynt Paule: ‘Sen ilke a man feghtis for his saule,each soul I sall for myn do mede.duty line1015Slayne in the felde gif that I bee, Kynge off Fraunce here make I the, With reghte the reme to lede.’realm lead

Than withowtten any more habadedelay Theis two kynges togedir raderode line1020With ire and grete envy.hatred And at the firste course that thay ranne Thies kynges two with horse and manne At the grounde bothe gun ly.On both lay Deliverly up sone bothe thay stirttNimbly leaped line1025And drewe thaire swerdis with noble hertt, Withowtten noyse or cry. Thay dalt so derfely with thaire brandesstruck valiantly Thay hewe theire scheldis to thaire handiscut In cantells hyngand by.segments hanging

line1030So darfely bothe thaire dynttis thay dristevaliantly blows struck A littill while thay wolde tham riste;rest The Sarasene prayede hym styntt.stop ‘Nowe certis, sir,’ he saide, ‘me rewes of theeI regret A Cristynn man that thou solde bee: line1035Thou arte so stronge of dyntt. Bot torne unto oure lawes and take tham to And I sall gyffe the rewmes two,realms And elles will thou harmes hentt.’receive Bot the Bischoppe Turpyn than cryes on heghte, line1040‘A! Charles, thynk appon Marie brighte, To whayme oure lufe es lentt.whom given

‘And if ever that thou hade any myghte, Latt it nowe be sene in syghte What pousté that thou hase.power line1045Latte never oure Kynge with dynt of brande B[e] slayne with yone Sarasene hande Ne ende, Lady, in this place. A [God] wote we sall be safe; [Never] the lyk wolde we hafe line1050Of oure comly Kynge of face. [Thou Ma]kere bathe of son and see,sun sea [Pity t]he dole w[e d]ree for Theesuffering endure And graunte us of Thi grace.’

[Charls] saide, ‘Sir Bischopp, nay, line1055[Never sall I] forsake my lay.’faith And togedir gan thay goo. So stiffely aythere at othere strake; Appon his helme Sir Charles brake His nobill swerde in two. line1060Bot than the Franche folke with nobill stevennvoice Thay cry up unto the Kynge of Hevenn And for thaire lorde were wo.sorrowful The Sarasene was curtays in that fightecourteous And lawses owt a knyfe full righte;draws line1065His swerde he keste hym fro.

And Charles voydede his broken brande;threw away Owte he hent a knyfe in hande.took And samen thay wente full tytte.together quickly Thay daschede full darfely with thaire dynt.struck valiantly line1070Mighte no steryn stele tham stynt,pain-inflicting stop So styffely bothe thay smyte. In sondre braste thay many a mayle;Asunder burst metal ring Thaire hawberghes thurgh force gan fayle.hawberks To see had lordis delitte.delight line1075Botte a felle stroke Sir Charls gafe hym one Evyn at the breste bone; That strake his hert gan blende.reached

The Sarasene was dede of that strake And Charls gan this fende up take;fiend line1080And with his awenn brandeown He broches hym so boldelypierces That his hert blode sekerlysurely Rane to oure Kynges hande. And thare he wane the Sarasene swerde line1085And certis that with one the erthe He conquered many a lande. The Cristen folke were never so fayne; Bot by the Kynge was horsede agayneby [the time that] The batells were doande.doing [i.e., being waged]

line1090And hawberkes sone in schredis were schorneshreds cut And beryns thorowe the bodys bornemen stabbed And many a Sarasene slayne. Knyghtis one the bent bledis; Many lay stekede undir stedispierced line1095In gilten gere full gay[n]e;excellent Other with glafes were girde thurgh evyn.spears pierced We may thanke Gode that is in heven That lent us myghte and mayne.gave Thay sloughe tham downn with swerdis bright. line1100The Cristynnd faughte in Goddis righte; The Bischopp loughe for fayne.joy

Bot, als the cronakill yitt will telle, Ther come a Sarasene fers and felleferocious And to the Bischoppe glade,went line1105And stroke hym righte thorowe the theethigh And agayne to the hethen oste gane flee;back And Turpyn after hym rade. The Bischoppe folouede hym so ferre That the Sarasene hade the werreworse line1110For the maystrie that he [made]. He stroke hym so in the Sowdane syghte, He fande never man that after myghte Hele the hurt [he had]e.Heal

Bot they helde in the Bischoppe in that rowttecompany line1115That he ne myghte noghte wyn owteget away And ther he [was doande].fighting The Kynge of Massedoyne land with a spere The Bischop fro his horse gane bere And sette [on hym his hande]. line1120The Sarasenes sware he solde be dede And the Kynge sayde, ‘Naye,’ in that stede ‘For no Sarasene liffande.’living And righte als thay solde oure Bischopp slo, Thay smote the Kynge of Massaydoyne froslay line1125Clenly of his reghte hande.

Bot than Kynges men of Massaydoyne weren wo When thay saughe thaire lorde was wondede soo And trowede he walde be dede.believed Thay braydede owte swerdes full bryghtedrew line1130Agaynes the Sowdane folke to fighte Full styffely in that stede. For that gane fyfetene thowsandes dy Of the Sowdans chevalry, Laye bledande than full rede.bleeding line1135And with that Turpyn gatt awaye To Charls oste — full fayne were thay. A horse thay to hym lede.

Bot when the Bischoppe was horsede agayne, Alle the cleregy weren full fayne line1140And presede into the place. So depe wondes that day thay daltgave That many on wyde opyn waltmany a one gaped wide That wikkidly wondede was. Thay sloughe so many an heythen kynge line1145That at the laste thay tuke to flyingefleeing Als God us gaffe the grace. Many a Sarasene garte thay falle,they made fall And Turpyn with his clergy alle Folowede faste one the chase.

line1150And Charls on the tother syde Sloughe tham downn with wondis wyde; The doughty garte thay dy. The Sowdane hymselfe so harde was steddepressed That with ten thowsande away he fledde, line1155And faste to Melayne gatt he. The Cristen men chasede tham to the barresbarriers And sloughe righte there fele folke and fresche,many All that there walde byde and bee. Bot than Kynge Charls tuke the playne line1160And semblede all his folke agayneassembled To luke how beste myghte [the].thrive

Thay myghte noghte the cité wynn, The strenghe of the Sarasenes that were within. The Bischoppe said, ‘I redeperceive line1165Of oure knyghtes in the felde Es many woundede undir schelde And also some are dede. And yone Sarasenes full of tresone es.treachery There I concelle bothe more and lesse line1170We stirre noghte of this stede Ne or tomorne serche never a woundeNor before probe Bot luke than who may be sownde. Lat Criste wirke.’ And forthe he yede.went

Here to a[c]ordes everilkon;agrees everyone line1175Lordes [haf] thaire horse tonetaken And comen es the nyghte. Fo[r alle] the Sarasenes there Th[ay ne mygh]te no forthir fare Bot bydis in brenys bryghte.abide coats of mail line1180Ch[arles acordede] als thay rade.agreed advised All [nyghte on]e the bent thay badefield waited With standardes even up streghte. The Kynge prayede the Bischoppe frenoble His wonde that he wolde late hym seewound line1185That he hade tane in that fighte.taken

Bot the Bischoppe saide, ‘A vowe to God make I here: There sall no salve my wonde come nere Ne no hose of my theefrom thigh Ne mete ne drynke my hede come in, line1190The cité of Melayne or we it wyn Or ells therfore to dye.’ He garte dele his vetells thenhad his rations divided Furthe amanges oure wonded men, Bot no mete neghe wolde hee.food come near line1195Bot als so sore wondede als he was, Knelande he his prayers masemakes To Gode of moste pousté.power

Oure folke hade done so doughtily That many of tham weren ful wery — line1200So hade thay foghten than. Bot one the morne the Cristen stode, A thowsande, over theire fete in theire blode, Of theire awenn wondes wane.leaden-hued wounds Othere refreschynge noghte many hade line1205Bot blody water of a sladestream That thurghe the oste ran.encampment The Sowdane sent a messangere To Kynge Charles als ye may here; And that sawe many a man.

line1210The messangere bare a wandebranch Of an olefe in his hande,olive tree In takynnynge he come of pece.As a token that And lowde he cryede appon Charls the Kynge And saide he myghte his handis wrynge line1215Appon lyfe if that he es:If he is alive ‘For oure Sowdane hase by Mahownn sworne That he salle mete hym here tomorne With full prowde men in prese,battle With fowrty thowsande of helmes bryghte: line1220Was never yitt frekkere men to fightebolder Sene in hethynnesse.’Seen

And Charles ansuerde at that tide, ‘In faythe I sall tham here habyde,await Wode giffe that thay were.Mad if line1225If that he brynge alle the Sarasenes That es alle heythynnesse within, Hyne will I noghte fare.’Hence The messangere agayne than rade And they sett wache and still habadewaited line1230Whills pryme was passede and mare.Until Bot or the nonnee neghede nee,before noon approached To tham than soughte a felle sembléTowards moved a fierce army With baners breme als bare.

Bot than Sir Charles spekes full gudely line1235To Rowlande his nevewe that stode hym bynephew And said, ‘Sir, so God the spede, This day wirke thou manfully With thi nobill chevalry And of the Sarasenes hafe [no dre]de.fear line1240Thou sall see that I sall noghte be sparede; Myselfe sall have the vawarde.vanguard There Jesu [Crist the spe]de.’ The trumpetes trynes one righte than;strike up To joyne so jolyly thay bygane, line1245Oure worthy men in wede.armor

Thay ruysschede samen with swilke a rakecharged such a rush That many a Sarasene laye on his bake;back And one the lawnde righte ther thay layfield Full grisely gronande one the grete,groaning ground line1250Stekyde undir stedis fete,Pierced And liste nothynge of playe.took no pleasure from battle So darfely than thay dynge tham downnvaliantly strike Thay saide the myghte of saynt Mahownn Was clenely all awaye. line1255‘A! Mountjoye!’ oure lordes gane crye, And Charles with his chevalrye Full freschely faughte that day.eagerly

They hewe of hethen hedis in hye.cut off Oure Cristen men so sekirlysurely line1260Of tham hade littill drede Bot brittenesse tham with brandis barecut to pieces And Sarasenes thurghe the schuldirs scharecut That to the girdill it yode.went Thay tuke none hede of gudes nore golde,heed goods line1265Lay never so mekill appon the molde,ground Oure worthy men in wede,armor Bot beris abake the batells brade;force back the scattered battalions Fowrty thowsande in a sladevalley Laye stekede under stede.

line1270And so harde bystade was the Sowdane,pressed Hymselfe with ten thowsande than To Melayne tuke the gate.made his way Oure Cristen knyghtis with thaire speres The hyndirmaste fro thaire blonkes beresrearmost horses knock off line1275And chacede tham to the gate. The owte barres hew thay downnouter barriers And slewe hethynn kynges with crownn And thaire powere therate.forces To sawtte the cité sadly thay bygann;assault valiantly line1280Off Cristyn men many a cruelle manfierce The hethyn wex all mate.became distraught

With speris and with spryngaldes faste,catapults With dartis kenely owte thay caste, Bothe with myghte and mayne. line1285With gownnes and with grete stonesengines of war Graythe gounnes stoppede those gones With peletes, us to payne.missiles harm Our Cristyn men that were of priceworthy Bendis up bowes of devyce line1290And bekirs tham agayne.shoot back Appon bothe the sydis so freschely thay fighte That by it drewe unto the nyghte Fele folke of Fraunce were slayne.Many

There were of oure clergy dede line1295And other lordes in that stede Or thay of sawte walde sesse.assault cease By than thay sawe it was no bote to bydeno use to abide And fro the cité warde thay ryde, Oure prynces provede in presse.battle line1300The Bischoppe es so woundede that tyde With a spere thoroweowte the syde That one his ribbis gan rese.struck against his ribs Thurgh the schelde and the browe bare A schaftemonde of his flesche he scharecut off line1305Lordynnges, this es no lese.lie

He pullede it owte, keste it hym fro,cast And weryde the handis that it come frocursed And that it lete forthe glyde. The Sowdane over the wallis byhelde line1310And sawe the Cristen in the felde Frowarde the cité ride.Away from And appon Kynge Charls than cryes he: ‘What Charls, thynkes now to flee? I trowe the moste habyde.believe you must abide line1315I sall the mete tomorne in feldetomorrow With fourty thowsand under schelde, Sall fonde to felle thi pryde.’try bring down

Says Charls, ‘Thou false hethyn hownde, Thou ne dare noghte byde appon the grounde. line1320Ther evermore worthe the woo;may sorrow come to you Bot aythire of thies dayes ilykealike Hase thou stollen awaye lyke a tyke.cur The develle myghte with the goo! That cité bot thou yelde to meunless yield line1325And fully trowe and Cristyn bebelieve Appon one God and no moo, In felde yif ever I see the mare I sall by myghtfull God,’ he sware, ‘Hewe thi bakke in twoo.’

line1330Then of oure Cristen men in the felde Many semblede under schelde And some ware wondede sare.wounded Thay that were bothe hale and sownnde Comforthed tham that were evyll wounde,wounded line1335So als Criste wolde it were. The Kynge than of his helme taseoff takes And to the Bischoppe swythe he gasequickly goes And sayde, ‘Fadir, for Goddes are,mercy Thy woundes that thou walde late me see; line1340If any surgeoun myghte helpe thee, My comforthe ware the mare.’

‘What! wenys thou, Charls,’ he saide, ‘that I faynte beethink For a spere was in my thee,thigh A glace thorowte my syde.small wound line1345Criste for me sufferde mare. He askede no salve to His sare, Ne no more sall I this tyde. I sall never ette ne drynke Ne with myn eghe slepe a wynke,eye line1350Whate bale als ever I byde,pain To yone cité yolden beeUntil yielded Or ells therfore in batelle dye — The sothe is noghte to hyde.’

Als thay stode spekande of this thynge,speaking line1355To Charls come a newe tydynge That blenkede all his blee.made pale complexion Thay saide that one Sir Tretigon, That was the Sowdane syster son And the best of Barbarye,the Saracen world line1360‘Certys, Charls, he comes at hande With men of armes a sexty thowsande To strenghe with yone cité.’reinforce

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‘Now sone, when I hafe foughten my fill, I sall avise me gif that I willconsider line1365One thi message to wende.’mission

‘Now Sir Bawdwyne, buske and make the bownn.’prepare ready He saide, ‘Allas, thou Charelyoun, That ever I tuke thi fee;became your vassal For yitt myselfe es saffe and sownnde, line1370My body hole withowttyn wounde,without Als thou thiselfe may see. I walde noghte, for all thi kyngdome, That ever that worde unto France come I solde so feyntly flee.should line1375Gett the a currour whare thou may;courier For, by God that awe this day,governs Thou sall have none of mee.’

‘A, Sir Ingelere, for a knyghte thou art kyde.’renowned ‘Whi, Sir Charls, what walde thou that I dide?’ line1380‘I pray the wende thi waye.’ ‘Bi Jesu Criste that sittis aboffe, Me thynke thou kydde me littill luffeshow love When thou that worde wolde saye. Bot me sall never bytyde that taynte.befall line1385I hope thou wenys myn herte be feynte. I say the schortly, naye. That I sall never so fremdly flee,unnaturally God lett me yif it his wille bee Never habyde that daye.’live to see

line1390The Duke Berarde was wondede sare: Thurgh the schelde into the body bare He was borne with a brande.struck Of this message thay gun hym frayne,they asked him Bot he hade no worde to speke agayne line1395Bot grymly stude lukande. Than Turpyn gan to Charls say, ‘Here arte thou servede, bi my fay, Thou fayles of that thou fande.try The Duke es woundede so wonder sare line1400It ware grete syn to greve hym mare; Gude Sir, thou late hym stande.’

Thay prayede a banarett than of pryce,asked then a worthy knight One Sir Barnarde of Parische,Paris For grete gyftis he wolde wende. line1405And he saide, ‘Lordynges, by my faye, I ame over symple to yow to sayeof too low a degree Whereever ye will me sende. I aske ordir of knyghte thertill.thereto Bot giffe your giftis where ye will; line1410Elles ye be my frende.’In another manner Thay made hym knyghte with full gud chere; He tuke leve at the Twelve Duzepere, This curtayse knyghte and he[nde].noble

He saide than: ‘Have gud daye, Charls, in this stede, line1415For thou sall never gyffe me brede Ne in thy burdynge sayjoking If I be pore of golde and feeproperty That I fro this grete journeesiege Fayntly fledde away.’ line1420He rydis even to the gatis of Melayne And there with Sarasenes was he slayne. He dide full wele that day. And Charls for hym in hert was woo; Bischoppe Turpyn and othere moo line1425For his dede sore mournede thay.death

Thus have thay prayede everylkone, Bot there wolde goo never one; The symple thay bade none sende.The people of the lower class The Bischoppe Turpyn cryede appon highte: line1430‘Sen ye are so frekke for to fightebold God of his myghte yow mende.help Yitt are we ten thowsande here That are yitt bothe hole and fere,uninjured and strong That wele for kene are kende,boldness known line1435And of gude men that none will flee To fourty thowsande or we dye In the felde to make thaire ende.’

Bot als Turpyn lenys hym on his brande,leans Over an hill he saw comande line1440Ful many a brade banere. The Duke of Bretayne, Sir Lyonelle,Brittany That Charls was thare he herde telle And had mystere of powere.need of troops He broghte hym thirty thowsande fyne,good men line1445Vetaylls gude and nobill engyne,Provisions machines of war This bolde with full blythe chere. Than Turpyn gan to Charls say, ‘I see a felle hoste, bi my fay,fierce That sone will neghe us nere.draw near to us

line1450Yone are the Sarasenes mekill of mayne, The full powere owt of Spayne, That sone sall full ill spede. For, by Hym that swelt on tree,died This day no Sarasene sall I see line1455Sall gerre me torne my stede.’make me turn And in his hande he caughte a launce —grasped ‘Have gud day, Charls, and grete wele Fraunce!’ —greet And agayne that hoste he yede.went In fewter sone he keste his spere line1460And thoghte the boldeste down to bere That batelle walde hym bede.Who would do battle with him

So blody was that Bischoppis wedearmor His conysaunce ne yit his stedeheraldic device rank The Bretons ne couthe noghte knawe. line1465Bot als an harawde hym byheldeherald He lukede up into his schelde And sayde to alle one rawe,all together ‘If Bischoppe Turpyn appon lyve be, In faythe, lordynges, yone es he line1470That ye se hedirwarde drawe.’hither Thay ferlyde why he fewterde his spere.marveled leveled ‘A Mountjoye!’ cryes one that he myghte here:hear He was glade of that sawe.saying

The wardayne rydis hym agayne line1475And said, ‘Sir Bischoppe, for Goddis payne, Who hase greved the?’ He tuke his spere owt of reste adownn And gaffe tham alle his benysoun,blessing The Bretons when he tham see. line1480The Bischoppe tolde tham of his care; Bot than the Bretons hertis were sare For the dole oure oste gun dryee.distress endured A messangere went to telle the Kynge. So fayne was Charles never of thynge line1485With eghe that he gan see.eye

And or Turpyn myghte his tale halfe telle, He sawe come hovande over a fellerising hill Many a brade banere, Standardis grete with stalworthe men. line1490Sexti thowsande wele myghte thay ken In brenyes burnescht clere.mail burnished bright Under the cante of an hilleslope Oure Bretons beldis and bydis stilletake shelter When thay wiste whate thay were. line1495The Bischoppe saide, ‘Bi Goddis myghte, Thaym sall rewe or it be nyghte The tyme that thay come here.

‘Go we to yone company With “Mountjoye” baldly and tham ascrye;challenge line1500Late ther be no lettynge.’delay An hawrawde saide, ‘To fewe are weherald To fighte with slyke a grete menyé; It is better wende to the Kynge.’ ‘A, sir, whare thay are sexti thowsande men, line1505And if thay were mo bi thowsandis ten, [Bi] God that made all thynge, The more powere that thay be The more honour wyn sall we. We dowte noghte tham to dynge.’fear

line1510The Bischoppe to the Kyng sent And prayes hym to byde appon the bent,stay in the field The cité for to kepeguard That there no Sarasene solde come owte To thay had rekkenede with that rowteUntil dealt host line1515Thay sawe come overe the depe. Oure Bretonns kyndely comforthes he, Sayse, ‘Alle the Sarasenes ye yonder see, Thaire frendis sore may wepe. We sall wirke tham wondis full wyde;inflict on line1520I hete tham be thaire lemans sydepledge lovers’ Sowndely never sall thay slepe.’

For isschuynge owte of the cité Kynge Charles with his menyé Helde his batelle still. line1525Oure Bretons bolde that fresche come in Thoghte that thay wolde wirchipp wynhonor And gatt the cante of the hill.side The Sarasenes were so strange and stowte Thay late no lede that thay wolde lowte,acknowledged people bow to line1530Thay were so wykkede of w[ill]. Oure Bretonns dide so doughtyly That lange or none sekerly The Sarasenes lykede full ill.

Samen than strake that grete stowre line1535Als it were aftire the none ane houre — It was noghte mekills mare.much Bot many a Sarasene in that stownde Lay grysely gronande on the grownde, Woundede wonderly sore. line1540Bot there God will helpe ther es no lett;where hindering So stronge strokes thay one tham sett With burneschede bladis bareburnished That fourty thowsande Sarasenes kene With brandis lay brettenyde one the grene:cut to pieces line1545So bolde oure Bretonns were.

And to the cité the tother wolde have flede And Rowlande thoghte he wolde tham stedde;stop Ten thowsande was with hym. And when he with the Sarasenes mett, line1550Full grym strokes he over tham sett With growndyn speris and grym.sharpened Charles appon the tothere syde Sloughe tham downn with woundis wyde And made thaire dedis full dyme.deaths dismal line1555And thus thay chase tham here and thare Als the howndes dose the hare And refte tham lyfe and lyme.deprived them of

Rowlande rydis to Letygon That was the Sowdane sister sone line1560And stroke hym with a spere That dede he daschede in the felde.fell Helme ne hawberke he myghte none weldeuse Ne never after none bere. Of sexti thowsande, sothely to say, line1565Passede never one qwyke away;alive Bot evyll thay endide there. The Cristenyde knelide down in that place And thankede God that gaffe tham grace So worthily tham to were.make war

line1570The false in the felde thus gun thay felle.strike down The Kynge callede Sir Lyonelle And avauncede hym full heghe.advanced The Duke of Burgoyne bifore was dede. He sessede hym in his stede line1575And gafe hym his doughter free. And to the Bischoppe than swythe he gasegoes That wery and sore woundede was And fastande dayes three. Be that tyme he myghte note wele a worde owt-wyn.By utter line1580The teris rane over Charles chynn That sorowe it was to see:

‘And thou dy, than dare I sayeIf The floure of presthode es awaye,has passed away That ever hade schaven crownn.shaved head line1585For there ne is kynge ne cardynerecardinal In Cristyndome may be thi pereequal Ne man of religiownn.’ He will no man his wondes late see Ne mete ne drynke none neghe hym ne,come near line1590For prayer ne for pardownn. Oure oste for the Bischoppe mournes alle And graythes tham to Melayne walleprepares to go With baners buskede bownn.raised

New vetailles the Bretons broghte than, line1595That refresschede many of oure men, Of brede, brawne and wynne.meat A nobill hurdas ther was graythedeprepared And baners to the walles displayede And bendis up thaire engyne. aim