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 covere —recover
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 pere —their 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 lettyng —delaying 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 wonde —refrain
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
ded —From 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 wan —London 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:
line420“God, that
syt in Trynyté
A bone that thou
graunte me,boon (i.e., favor)
Lord, as Thou harewyd
helle —harrowed
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 none —before
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 dome —judgment 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 Egelan —fetched
line580A trewere eerl was ther nan —truer
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 dede —death
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 gladde —reluctantly (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 yghe —eye
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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