[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-delyce —fleur-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 mone —were 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 eme —uncle 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 telde —counted 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: line295‘Rowlande, 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
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 heghe —high
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 Denys —through 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 slone —slain
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
line745‘Goddes 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.
[Tertius] Passus: A Fitt
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 schare —cut 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
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
‘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