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Athelston

Lord that is off myghtys most,powers greatest Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost, Bryng us out of synne And lene us grace so for to wyrkegrant line5To love bothe God and Holy KyrkeChurch That we may hevene wynne. Lystnes, lordyngys, that ben hende,gracious Of falsnesse, hou it wil endewill bring about an end to A man that ledes hym therin. a man [who] leads himself line10Of foure weddyd bretheryn I wole yow tellsworn That wolden yn Yngelond go dwel, That sybbe were nought of kyn.relative family

And all foure messangeres they were, That wolden yn Yngelond lettrys bere, line15As it wes here kynde.their occupation By a forest gan they metedid meet With a cros, stood in a strete by a road Be leff undyr a lynde,By a leaf linden (tree) And, as the story telles me, line20Ylke man was of dyvers cuntré,Each different In book iwreten we fynde For love of here metyng thare,their They swoor hem weddyd bretheryn for evermare,themselves In trewthe trewely dede hem bynde.an oath

line25The eldeste of hem ylkon,them all He was hyght Athelston, called The kyngys cosyn dere; He was of the kyngys blood,a [blood] relative Hys eemes sone, I undyrstood;uncle’s line30Therefore he neyghyd hym nere. approached And at the laste, weel and fayr,well The kyng him dyyd withouten ayr.died heir Thenne was ther non hys pereequal But Athelston, hys eemes sone;uncle’s line35To make hym kyng wolde they nought schone,refuse (shun) To corowne hym with gold so clere.

Now was he kyng semely to se:handsome He sendes afftyr his bretheryn thre[sworn] brothers And gaff hem here warysoun.them their reward line40The eldest brothir he made Eerl of Dovere And thus the pore man gan covererecover Lord of tour and toun.tower That other brother he made Eerl of Stane Stone Egelond was hys name, line45A man of gret renoun — And gaff him tyl hys weddyd wyffto be Hys owne sustyr, Dame Edyff, With gret devocyoun.

The ferthe brothir was a clerk,fourth cleric line50Mekyl he cowde of Goddys werk.Much knew Hys name it was Alryke. Cauntyrbury was vacant And fel into that kyngys hand; He gaff it hym that wyke,office line55And made hym bysschop of that stede,place That noble clerk, on book cowde rede In the world was non hym lyche.like Thus avaunsyd he hys brother thorwgh Goddys gras,advanced grace And Athelston hymselven was line60A good kyng and a ryche.powerful

And he that was Eerl of Stane Sere Egeland was hys name — Was trewe, as ye schal here. Thorwgh the myght off Goddys gras,grace line65He gat upon the countasbegat countess Twoo knave-chyldren dere.boys That on was fyfftene wyntyr old, years That other thryttene, as men me told: In the world was non here peretheir equal line70Also whyt so lylye-flour,As white as [a] lily flower Red as rose off here colour, As bryght as blosme on brere.briar

Bothe the Eerl and hys wyff, The kyng hem lovede as hys lyff, line75And here sones twoo;their And offtensythe he gan hem calleoften-times Bothe to boure and to halle, inner chamber To counsayl whenne they scholde goo. Therat Sere Wymound hadde gret envye, line80That Eerle of Dovere, wyttyrlye.certainly In herte he was ful woo.aggrieved He thoughte al for here sakeon their account False lesyngys on hem to make,lies To don hem brenne and sloo. cause them [to be] burned and slain

line85And thanne Sere Wymound hym bethoughte:thought to himself “Here love thus endure may noughte;Their Thorwgh wurd oure werk may sprynge.”Through word advance He bad hys men maken hem yare;ready Unto Londone wolde he farego line90To speke with the kynge. Whenne that he to Londone come, He mette with the kyng ful sone.right away He sayde, “Welcome, my derelyng.”friend The kyng hym fraynyd seone anon,questioned soon line95By what way he hadde igon, Withouten ony dwellyng.delaying

“Come thou ought by Cauntyrbury, There the clerkys syngen mery Where Bothe erly and late? line100Hou faryth that noble clerk, That mekyl can on Goddys werk? much knows of Knowest thou ought hys state?what his condition is And come thou ought be the Eerl of Stane,by That wurthy lord in hys wane?residence line105Wente thou ought that gate?out of way Hou fares that noble knyght, And hys sones fayr and bryght My sustyr, yiff that thou wate?”if know

“Sere,” thanne he sayde, “withouten les,falsehood line110Be Cauntyrbery my way I ches;chose There spak I with that dere.Where dear [person] Ryght weel gretes thee that noble clerk, That mykyl can of Goddys werk;knows much In the world is non hys pere.equal line115And also be Stane my way I drowgh;took With Egelond I spak inowgh,enough And with the countesse so clere.beautiful They fare weel, is nought to layne,well nothing to conceal And bothe here sones.” The king was faynetheir happy line120And in his herte made glad chere.

“Sere kyng,” he saide, “yiff it be thi wille To chaumbyr that thou woldest wenden tylle,go to Consayl for to here, I schal thee telle a swete tydande,report line125There comen nevere non swyche in this landesuch Of all this hundryd yere.” The kyngys herte than was ful woosad With that traytour for to goo; They wente bothe forth in fere;together line130And whenne that they were the chaumbyr withinne, False lesyngys he gan begynnelies began On hys weddyd brother dere.

“Sere kyng,” he saide, “woo were me, Ded that I scholde see thee,Dead [it] should line135So moot I have my lyff!As I may For by Hym that al this worl wan,world redeemed Thou has makyd me a man, And iholpe me for to thryff.helped thrive For in thy land, sere, is a fals traytour. line140He wole doo thee mykyl dyshonourmuch And brynge thee of lyve.kill you He wole deposen thee slyly,depose you Sodaynly than schalt thou dySuddenly By Chrystys woundys fyve!”

line145Thenne sayde the kyng, “So moot thou the, might thrive Knowe I that man, and I hym see?if I His name thou me telle.” “Nay,” says that traytour, “that wole I nought For al the gold that evere was wrought — line150Be masse-book and belle But yiff thou me thy trowthe will plyghtUnless vow pledge That thou schalt nevere bewreye the knyghtbetray That thee the tale schal telle.”[to] you Thanne the kyng his hand up raughte, raised line155That false man his trowthe betaughte, faith entrusted He was a devyl of helle!

“Sere kyng,” he sayde, “thou madyst me knyght, And now thou hast thy trowthe me plyghtpledged Oure counsayl for to layne:conceal line160Sertaynly, it is non othir But Egelane, thy weddyd brothir — He wolde that thou were slayne;wishes He dos thy sustyr to undyrstand He wole be kyng of thy lande, line165And thus he begynnes here trayne.to lead her astray He wole thee poysoun ryght slyly; Sodaynly thanne schalt thou dy, By Him that suffryd payne.”

Thanne swoor the kyng be Cros and Roode:Cross line170“Meete ne drynk schal do me goode[Neither] food Tyl that he be dede; Bothe he and hys wyf, hys soones twoo, Schole they nevere be no moo In Yngelond on that stede.” place line175“Nay,” says the traytour, “so moot I the,thrive Ded wole I nought my brother se; But do thy beste rede.”advice No lengere there then wolde he lende;remain He takes hys leve, to Dovere gan wende.began to go line180God geve hym schame and dede!death

Now is that traytour hom iwent. A messanger was afftyr sentafterward To speke with the kyng. I wene he bar his owne name:believe bore line185He was hoten Athelstane; called He was foundelyng.a foundling The lettrys were imaad fullyche thare,fully there Unto Stane for to farego Withouten ony dwellyng,delaying line190To fette the eerl and his sones twoo,fetch And the countasse alsoo, Dame Edyve, that swete thyng.

And in the lettre yit was it tolde,also That the kyng the eerlys sones wolde line195Make hem bothe knyght; And therto his seel he sette.seal The messanger wolde nought lette;delay The way he rydes ful ryght.

The messanger, the noble man, line200Takes hys hors and forth he wan,went And hyes a ful good spede.hastens The eerl in hys halle he fande;found He took hym the lettre in his hande Anon he bad hym rede:bade line205“Sere,” he sayde also swythe,quickly “This lettre oughte to make thee blythe:glad Thertoo thou take good hede.heed The kyng wole for the cuntas sakecountess’ Bothe thy sones knyghtes make line210To London I rede thee spede.advise hurry

The kyng wole for the cuntas sake Bothe thy sones knyghtes make, The blythere thou may be.happier Thy fayre wyff with thee thou bryng — line215And ther be ryght no lettyngdelaying That syghte that sche may see.” Thenne sayde that eerl with herte mylde, “My wyff goth ryght gret with chylde, And forthynkes me,I regret [that] line220Sche may nought out of chaumbyr wyn,go To speke with non ende of here kynno part Tyl sche delyveryd be.”

But into chaumbyr they gunne wende,began to go To rede the lettrys before that hendecourteous lady line225And tydingys tolde here soone. Thanne sayde the cuntasse, “So moot I the,thrive I wil nought lette tyl I there be,stop Tomorwen or it be noone.before

To see hem knyghtes, my sones fre,noble line230I wole nought lette tyl I there be; I schal no lengere dwelle.delay Cryst foryelde my lord the kyng,requite That has grauntyd hem here dubbyng.their dubbing Myn herte is gladyd welle.”

line235The eerl hys men bad make hem yare;ready He and hys wyff forth gunne they fare,began to go To London faste they wente. At Westemynstyr was the kyngys wone;dwelling There they mette with Athelstone, line240That afftyr hem hadde sente.Who

The goode eerl soone was hentseized And feteryd faste, verrayment,chained truly And hys sones twoo. Ful lowde the countasse gan to crye, line245And sayde, “Goode brothir, mercy! Why wole ye us sloo?slay What have we ayens yow done,against That ye wole have us ded so soone? Me thynkith ye arn ourn foo.”enemy line250The kyng as wood ferde in that stede;insane behaved place He garte hys sustyr to presoun lede —ordered In herte he was ful woo.

Thenne a squyer, was the countasses frende,friend To the qwene he gan wende,did go line255And tydyngys tolde here soone. Gerlondes of chyryes off sche caste,Garlands of cherries off Into the halle sche come at the laste, Longe or it were noone.before “Sere kyng, I am before thee come line260With a child, doughtyr or a sone. Graunte me my bone,request My brothir and sustyr that I may borweact as surety for Tyl the nexte day at morwe, Out of here paynys stronge;pain

line265That we mowe wete by comoun sentmight know by unanimous assent In the playne parlement.” “Dame,” he saide, “goo fro me! Thy bone shall nought igraunted be,request (boon) I doo thee to undyrstande. line270For, be Hym that weres the corowne of thorn,by wears They schole be drawen and hangyd tomorn, Yyff I be kyng of lande!”

And whenne the qwene these wurdes herde, As sche hadde be beten with yerde,been stick line275The teeres sche leet doun falle.let Sertaynly, as I yow telle, On here bare knees doun she felle, And prayde yit for hem alle. “A, dame,” he sayde, “verraymenttruly line280Hast thou broke my comaundement[If] you have broken Abyyd ful dere thou schalle.”Pay for With hys foot — he wolde nought wonderefrain He slowgh the chyld ryght in here wombe; slew her She swownyd amonges hem alle.swooned

line285Ladyys and maydenys that there were, The qwene to here chaumbyr bere,bore And there was dool inowgh.dole (sorrow) enough Soone withinne a lytyl spasespace of time A knave-chyld iborn ther wase, miscarried line290As bryght as blosme on bowgh. He was bothe whyt and red; Of that dynt was he dedFrom that blow dead His owne fadyr hym slowgh!slew Thus may a traytour baret raysestrife raise line295And make manye men ful evele at ayse,ill at ease Hymselff nought afftyr it lowgh. after laughed

But yit the qwene, as ye schole here, Sche callyd upon a messangere, Bad hym a lettre fonge.take line300And bad hym wende to Cauntyrbery,go There the clerkys syngen meryWhere Bothe masse and evensonge. “This lettre thou the bysschop take, And praye hym for Goddys sake, line305Come borewe hem out off here bande.rescue bonds He wole doo more for hym, I wene,believe Thanne for me, though I be qwene — I doo thee to undyrstande.

An eerldom in Spayne I have of land; line310Al I sese into thyn hand,give as a possession Trewely, as I thee hyght,promise And hundryd besauntys of gold red.besant (a coin) Thou may save hem from the ded,death Yyff that thyn hors be wyght.”valiant line315“Madame, brouke weel thy moregeve, use morning gift Also longe as thou may leve.live Therto have I no ryght. But of thy gold and of thy fee,property Cryst in hevene foryelde it thee;reward line320I wole be there tonyght.

Madame, thrytty myles of hard waythirty miles I have reden syth it was day.since Ful sore I gan me swynke;work And for to ryde now fyve and twenti thertoo line325An hard thyng it were to doo, Forsothe, ryght as me thynke. Madame, it is nerhande passyd prime,nearly past six a.m. And me behoves al for to dyne, Bothe wyn and ale to drynke. line330Whenne I have dynyd, thenne wole I fare. God may covere hem of here care,relieve their Or that I slepe a wynke.”Before

Whenne he hadde dynyd, he wente his way, Also faste as that he may, line335He rod be Charynge-cross Charing Cross And entryd into Flete-strete Fleet Street And sithen thorwgh Londone, I yow hete,promise Upon a noble hors. The messanger, that noble man, line340On Loundone-brygge sone he wanLondon bridge reached For his travayle he hadde no los work praise (fame) From Stone into Steppyngebourne, Forsothe, his way nolde he nought tourne;not alter Sparyd he nought for myre ne mos. mud nor bog

line345And thus hys way wendes he Fro Osprynge to the Blee. Thenne myghte he see the toun Of Cauntyrbery, that noble wyke,place Therin lay that bysschop ryke, powerful line350That lord of gret renoun.

And whenne they runggen undernbelle,morning bell He rod in Londone, as I yow telle: He was non er redy;earlier And yit to Cauntyrbery he wan,reached line355Longe or evensong began;before six p.m. He rod mylys fyffty.fifty miles

The messanger nothing abod;delayed Into the palays forth he rod, There that the bysschop was inne. line360Ryght welcome was the messanger, That was come from the qwene so cleer,radiant Was of so noble kynne. He took hym a lettre ful good speedsuch And saide, “Sere bysschop, have this and reed,” take read line365And bad hym come with hym. Or he the lettre hadde halff iredde,Before read For dool, hym thoughte hys herte bledde;sorrow The teeres fyl ovyr hys chyn.chin

The bysschop bad sadele hys palfray: line370“Also faste as thay may,As Bydde my men make hem yare;themselves ready And wendes before,” the bysschop dede say,go before “To my maneres in the way;manors For nothyng that ye spare, line375And loke at ylke fyve mylys endeeach A fresch hors that I fynde, Schod and nothing bare;Shod Blythe schal I nevere be, Tyl I my weddyd brother see, line380To kevere hym out of care.”recover

On nyne palfrays the bysschop sprong,nine Ar it was day, from evensong —Before In romaunce as we rede. Sertaynly, as I yow telle, line385On Londone-brygge ded doun felledead The messangeres stede.messenger’s horse “Allas,” he sayde, “that I was born! Now is my goode hors forlorn,utterly lost Was good at ylke a nede;at each need line390Yistyrday upon the grounde, He was wurth an hundryd pounde, Ony kyng to lede.”

Thenne bespak the erchebysschop.archbishop Oure gostly fadyr undyr God, spiritual line395Unto the messangere: “Lat be thy menyng of thy stede,Desist your lamenting horse And thynk upon oure mykyl nede,great need The whylys that we ben here; For yiff that I may my brother borwesave line400And bryngen hym out off mekyl sorwe,great Thou may make glad chere; And thy warysoun I schal thee geve,reward And God have grauntyd thee to leveEven if Unto an hundryd yere.”

line405The bysschop thenne nought ne bod:remained no longer He took hys hors, and forth he rod Into Westemynstyr so lyght; nimbly The messanger on his foot alsoo: With the bysschop come no moo,no others line410Nether squyer ne knyght. Upon the morwen the kyng aros, And takes the way, to the kyrke he gos,church As man of mekyl myght. With hym wente bothe preest and clerk, line415That mykyl cowde of Goddys werk,Who knew much To praye God for the ryght.

Whenne that he to the kyrke com; Tofore the Rode he knelyd anon,Cross And on hys knees he felle: line420God, that syt in Trynyté A bone that thou graunte me,boon (i.e., favor) Lord, as Thou harewyd helleharrowed Gyltless men yiff thay be, Guiltless if they That are in my presoun free, line425Forcursyd there to yelle,Condemned shriek Of the gylt and thay be clene,if innocent Leve it moot on hem be sene,Grant seen [by them] That garte hem there to dwelle.”Who made them to dwell there

And whenne he hadde maad his prayer, line430He lokyd up into the qweer;choir The erchebysschop sawgh he stande. He was forwondryd of that caas,astonished at situation And to hym he wente apas,quickly And took hym be the hande.by hand line435“Welcome,” he sayde, “thou erchebysschop, Oure gostly fadyr undyr God.”spiritual He swoor be God levande, by living “Weddyd brother, weel moot thou spede,prosper For I hadde nevere so mekyl nede, line440Sith I took cros on hande.Since

Goode weddyd brother, now turne thy rede;change your mind Doo nought thyn owne blood to dede[cause] to die But yiff it wurthy were.Unless For Hym that weres the corowne of thorn, line445Lat me borwe hem tyl tomorn,be surety for That we mowe enquere,might have an inquiry And weten alle be comoun asentknow agreement In the playne parlement full Who is wurthy be schent.punished line450And, but yiff ye wole graunte my bone, It schal us rewe bothe or none,grieve us both before noon Be God that alle thyng lent.”gave

Thanne the kyng wax wrothe as wynde,grew angry wind A wodere man myghte no man fyndeAn angrier line455Than he began to bee: He swoor othis be sunne and mone: oaths by moon “They scholen be drawen and hongyd or nonebefore noon With eyen thou schalt see!eyes Lay doun thy cros and thy staff, line460Thy mytyr and thy ryng that I thee gaff; mitre Out of my land thou flee! Hyghe thee faste out of my syght!Get Wher I thee mete, thy deth is dyght;decided Non othir then schal it bee!”

line465Thenne bespak that erchebysschop, Oure gostly fadyr undyr God,spiritual Smertly to the kyng:Sharply “Weel I wot that thou me gaffknow Bothe the cros and the staff, line470The mytyr and eke the ryng; also My bysschopryche thou reves me,bishopric deny And Crystyndom forbede I thee! forbid Preest schal ther non syngge; Neyther maydynchyld ne knavegirl boy line475Crystyndom schal ther non have; To care I schal thee brynge.

I schal gare crye thorwgh ylke a tounproclaim That kyrkys schole be broken dounchurches And stoken agayn with thorn.stuck line480And thou shalt lygge in an old dyke, lie ditch As it were an heretyke,if you heretic Allas that thou were born!

Yiff thou be ded, that I may see, Assoylyd schalt thou nevere bee;Absolved line485Thanne is thy soule in sorwe. And I schal wende in uncouthe lond,go unknown And gete me stronge men of hond; My brothir yit schal I borwe.save I schal brynge upon thy lond line490Hungyr and thyrst ful strong, Cold, drougthe, and sorwe; I schal nought leve on thy londleave Wurth the gloves on thy hondWorth To begge ne to borwe.”

line495The bysschop has his leve tan.leave taken By that his men were comen ylkan:each one They sayden, “Sere, have good day.” He entryd into Flete-strete; With lordys of Yngelond gan he mete line500Upon a noble aray. On here knees they kneleden adoun, And prayden hym of hys benysoun,blessing He nykkyd hem with nay.refused them by saying no Neyther of cros neyther of ryng line505Hadde they non kyns wetyng;kind of knowing And thanne a knyght gan say.began to speak

A knyght thanne spak with mylde voys:mild voice “Sere, where is thy ryng? Where is thy croys?cross Is it fro thee tan?”taken line510Thanne he sayde, “Youre cursyd kyng Hath me refft of al my thyng,bereft And of al my worldly wan;goods And I have entyrdytyd Yngelond:interdicted England Ther schal no preest synge Masse with hond,celebrate Mass line515Chyld schal be crystenyd non,No child shall be christened But yiff he graunte me that knyght,Unless release to me His wyff and chyldryn fayr and bryght: He wolde with wrong hem slon.”slay

The knyght sayde, “Bysschop, turne agayn; line520Of thy body we are ful fayn;glad Thy brothir yit schole we borwe.rescue And, but he graunte us oure bone, Hys presoun schal be broken soone,violated Hymselff to mekyl sorwe.[driven] to great line525We schole drawe doun both halle and boures,chambers Bothe hys castelles and hys toures, They schole lygge lowe and holewe.razed Though he be kyng and were the corown,wear We scholen hym sette in a deep dunjoun:dungeon line530Oure Crystyndom we wole folewe.”

Thanne, as they spoken of this thyng, Ther comen twoo knyghtes from the kyng, And sayden, “Bysschop, abyde,wait And have thy cros and thy ryng, line535And welcome whyl that thou wylt lyng,stay It is nought for to hyde. Here he grauntys thee the knyght, Hys wyff and chyldryn fayr and bryght; Again I rede thou ryde.advise you return line540He prayes thee pur charytéby pure charity That he myghte asoylyd be,absolved And Yngelond long and wyde.”

Hereof the bysschop was ful fayn,Of this eager And turnys hys brydyl and wendes agayn — line545Barouns gunne with hym ryde —did Unto the Brokene-cros of ston; Thedyr com the kyng ful soone anon, And there he gan abyde. Upon hys knees he knelyd adoun, line550And prayde the bysschop of benysoun,for blessing And he gaff hym that tyde.gave it to him With holy watyr and orysoun,prayer He asoylyd the kyng that weryd the coroun,absolved who wore And Yngelond long and wyde.

line555Than sayde the kyng anon ryght: “Here I graunte thee that knyght, And hys sones free,noble And my sustyr hende in halle.courteous Thou hast savyd here lyvys alle:their lives line560Iblessyd moot thou bee.” Thenne sayde the bysschop also soone: “And I schal geven swylke a domejudgment With eyen that thou schalt see!your own eyes Yiff thay be gylty off that dede, line565Sorrere the doome thay may drede,More grievous Thanne schewe here schame to me.”

Whanne the bysschop hadde sayd soo, A gret fyr was maad ryght thoo,fire immediately In romaunce as we rede — line570It was set, that men myghte knawe,know Nyne plowgh-lengthe on rawe, ploughshares in a row As red as ony glede.coal Thanne sayde the kyng: “What may this mene?” “Sere, of gylt and thay be clene,from if innocent line575This doom hem thar nought drede.”ordeal need not fear Thanne sayde the good Kyng Athelston: “An hard doome now is this on:judgment one God graunte us alle weel to spede.”succeed

They fetten forth Sere Egelanfetched line580A trewere eerl was ther nantruer none Before the fyr so bryght. From hym they token the rede scarlet, Bothe hosyn and schoon that weren hym met, hose shoes suitable That fel al for a knyght.were appropriate line585Nyne sythe the bysschop halewid the waytimes consecrated That his weddyd brother scholde goo that day, To praye God for the ryght. He was unblemeschyd foot and hand; That sawgh the lordes of the land, line590And thankyd God of Hys myght.

They offeryd him with mylde cheregentle bearing Unto Saint Powlys heyghe awtere, Paul’s altar That mekyl was of myght. Doun upon hys knees he felle, line595And thankyd God that harewede helleharrowed And Hys modyr so bryght.

And yit the bysschop tho gan say:then “Now schal the chyldryn gon the way That the fadyr yede.”went line600Fro hem they tooke the rede scarlete, The hosen and schoon that weren hem mete,shoes fit And al here worldly wede.clothes The fyr was bothe hydous and rede,hideous The chyldryn swownyd as they were ded;as if line605The bysschop tyl hem yede;to them went With careful herte on hem gan look; Be hys hand he hem up took: “Chyldryn, have ye no drede.”fear

Thanne the chyldryn stood and lowgh:laughed line610“Sere, the fyr is cold inowgh.” Thorwghout they wente apase. quickly They weren unblemeschyd foot and hand: That sawgh the lordys of the land, And thankyd God of His grace. line615They offeryd hem with mylde chere To Seynt Poulys hyghe awtere This myracle schewyd was there.miracle And yit the bysschop efft gan say:again “Now schal the countasse goo the way line620There that the chyldryn were.”

They fetten forth the lady mylde;fetched Sche was ful gret igon with chyldevery pregnant In romaunce as we rede — Before the fyr whan that sche come, line625To Jesu Cryst he prayde a bone, favor That leet His woundys blede: “Now, God lat nevere the kyngys foo Quyk out of the fyr goo.”Alive Therof hadde sche no drede.

line630Whenne sche hadde maad here prayer, Sche was brought before the feer,fire That brennyd bothe fayr and lyght.burned Sche wente fro the lengthe into the thrydde;end third [ploughshare] Stylle sche stood the fyr amydde, line635And callyd it merye and bryght. Hard schourys thenne took here stronge[labor] pains Bothe in bak and eke in wombe;back also And sithen it fell at syght. Whenne that here paynys slakyd was,After pain abated line640And sche hadde passyd that hydous pas,walk Here nose barst on bloode.burst Sche was unblemeschyd foot and hand: That sawgh the lordys of the land, And thankyd God on Rode.Cross line645They comaundyd men here away to drawe,move away from here As it was the landys lawe; law of the land (customary) And ladyys thanne tyl here yode.to her went She knelyd doun upon the ground And there was born Seynt Edemound: line650Iblessed be that foode!child

And whanne this chyld iborn was, It was brought into the plas; place It was bothe hool and soundwhole (healthy) Bothe the kyng and bysschop freenoble line655They crystnyd the chyld, that men myght see,christened And callyd it Edemound.Edmund “Halff my land,” he sayde, “I thee geve, Also longe as I may leve,As With markys and with pounde;marks line660And al afftyr my dededeath Yngelond to wysse and rede.”guide advise Now iblessyd be that stounde!time

Thanne sayde the bysschop to the Kyng: “Sere, who made this grete lesyng,lie line665And who wroughte al this bale?”evil Thanne sayde the kyng, “So moot I thee,thrive That schalt thou nevere wete for me,know In burgh neyther in sale;town hall For I have sworn be Seynt Anne line670That I schal nevere bewreye that manne,betray That me gan telle that tale. They arn savyd thorwgh thy red;are counsel Now lat al this be ded,dead And kepe this counseyl hale.”hold (keep secret) entirely

line675Thenne swoor the bysschop, “So moot I the,thrive Now I have power and dignyté For to asoyle thee as cleneabsolve guiltless As thou were hoven off the fount-ston. lifted from baptismal font Trustly trowe thou therupon,Truly believe line680And holde it for no wene:guess I swere bothe be book and belle, But yiff thou me his name telle,Unless The ryght doom schal I deme:judgment pronounce Thyselff schalt goo the ryghte way line685That thy brother wente today, Though it thee evele beseme.”ill befits you

Thenne sayde the kyng, “So moot I the,thrive Be schryffte of mouthe telle I it thee;By confession Therto I am unblyve.reluctant line690Sertaynly, it is non othir But Wymound, oure weddyd brother;sworn He wole nevere thryve.” “Allas,” sayde the bysschop than, I wende he were the treweste man,thought line695That evere yit levyd on lyve. And he with this ateynt may bee,If guilty He schal be hongyd on trees three, And drawen with hors fyve.” horses

And whenne that the bysschop the sothe hadetruth line700That that traytour that lesyng made,lie He callyd a messangere, Bad hym to Dovere that he scholde founde,hasten For to fette that Eerl Wymounde:fetch (That traytour has no pere!) line705Sey Egelane and hys sones be slawe, Bothe ihangyd and to-drawe. (Doo as I thee lere!)teach The countasse is in presoun done; Schal sche nevere out of presoun come, line710But yiff it be on bere.”Unless bier

Now with the messanger was no badde;delay He took his hors, as the bysschop radde,commanded To Dovere tyl that he come. The eerl in hys halle he fand:found line715He took hym the lettre in his hand On hygh, wolde he nought wone:In haste delay “Sere Egelane and his sones be slawe, Bothe ihangyd and to-drawe: Thou getyst that eerldome. line720The countasse is in presoun done; Schal sche nevere more out come, Ne see neyther sunne ne mone.”

Thanne that eerl made hym glade, And thankyd God that lesyng was made:lie line725“It hath gete me this eerldome.” He sayde, “Felawe, ryght weel thou bee! Have here besauntys good plentébesants (coins) For thyn hedyr-come.”coming hither Thanne the messanger made his mon:complaint line730“Sere, of youre goode hors lende me on:one Now graunte me my bone; For yystyrday deyde my nobyl stede,died On youre arende as I yede,business went Be the way as I come.”

line735“Myn hors be fatte and cornfed, And of thy lyff I am adred.”anxious That eerl sayde to him than, “Thanne yiff min hors sholde thee sloo,slay My lord the kyng wolde be ful woo line740To lese swylk a man.”lose such

The messanger yit he broughte a stede, On of the beste at ylke a nedeOne this very need That evere on grounde dede gange,go Sadelyd and brydelyd at the beste. line745The messanger was ful preste,ready Wyghtly on hym he sprange.With agility “Sere,” he sayde, “have good day; Thou schalt come whan thou may; I schal make the kyng at hande.”aware line750With sporys faste he strook the stede;spurs struck To Gravysende he come good spede, Is fourty myle to fande.travel

There the messanger the traytour abood,awaited And sethyn bothe insame they rodthen together line755To Westemynstyr wone.town In the palays there thay lyght;alighted Into the halle they come ful ryght,immediately And mette with Athelstone. He wolde have kyssyd his lord swete. line760He sayde: “Traytour, nought yit! lete! [allow] it not! desist! Be God and be Seynt Jhon!John For thy falsnesse and thy lesyngBecause of I slowgh myn heyr, scholde have ben kyng,heir When my lyf hadde ben gon.”

line765There he denyyd faste the kyng,strongly denied That he made nevere that lesyng,ever made that lie Among hys peres alle. The bysschop has hym be the hand tan;taken Forth insame they are gantogether line770Into the wyde halle. Myghte he nevere with crafft ne gynne,trick Gare hym shryven of hys synne,Have himself absolved For nought that myghte befalle. Thenne sayde the goode Kyng Athelston: line775“Lat hym to the fyr gon, To preve the trewthe with alle.”

Whenne the kyng hadde sayd soo, A gret fyr was maad thoo,then In romaunce as we rede. line780It was set, that men myghten knawe, Nyne plowgh-lenge on rawe,lengths row As red as ony glede.coal Nyne sythis the bysschop halewes the waytimes blessed That that traytour schole goo that day: line785The wers him gan to spede.worse happened He wente fro the lengthe into the thrydde, And doun he fell the fyr amydde: Hys eyen wolde hym nought lede.lead (guide)

Than the eerlys chyldryn were war ful smerte,fully aware line790And wyghtly to the traytour sterte,quickly ran And out of the fyr him hade; And sworen bothe be book and belle: “Or that thou deye, thou schalt telleBefore Why thou that lesyng made.”made that lie line795“Certayn, I can non other red,know no other Now I wot I am but ded:nearly dead I telle yow nothyng gladdereluctantly (without joy) Certayn, ther was non other wyte:injury He lovyd him to mekyl and me to lyte;much little line800Therfore envye I hadde.”

Whenne that traytour so hadde sayde, Fyve good hors to hym were tayde,tied Alle men myghten see with ygheeye They drowen him thorwgh ylke a strete,drew each line805And sethyn to the Elmes, I yow hete,then assure And hongyd him ful hyghe. Was ther nevere man so hardy,bold That durste felle hys false body:dared take down This hadde he for hys lye. line810Now Jesu, that is Hevene-kyng, Leve nevere traytour have betere endyng,better But swych dome for to dye.judgment

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