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A forest fled thai tille, Tristrem and Ysonde the schene. No hadde thai no won to wille Bot the wode so grene. Bi holtes and bi hille Fore Tristrem and the Quene. Ysonde of joie hath her fille And Tristrem, withouten wene, As thare. So blithe al bidene Nar thai never are. Tristrem and that may Wer flemed for her dede. Hodain, soth to say, And Peticrowe with hem yede. In on erthe hous thai lay; Tho raches with hem thai lede. Tristrem hem taught o day Bestes to take at nede An hast. In that forest fede Tristrem Hodain gan chast. Tristrem with Hodain A wilde best he slough. In on erthe house thai layn Ther hadde thai joie ynough. Etenes bi old dayn Had wrought it, withouten wough. Ich night, soth to sain, Thertil thai bothe drough With might. Under wode bough Thai knewen day and night. In winter it was hate; In somer it was cold. Thai hadden a dern gat That thai no man told. No hadde thai no wines wat, No ale that was old; No no gode mete thai at. Thai hadden al that thai wold With wille. For love ich other bihalt, Her non might of other fille. 23 Tristrem on an hille stode As he biforn hadde mett. He fond a wele ful gode; Al white it was, the grete. Therto Tristrem yode And hende Ysonde the swete. That was al her fode And wilde flesche thai ete And gras. Swiche joie hadde thai never yete Tuelmoneth thre woukes las. Tristrem on a day Tok Hodain wel erly; A best he tok to pray Bi a dern sty. He dight it, withouten nay, And hom it brought an heighe. Aslepe Ysonde lay; Tristrem him layd hir bi, The Quen. His swerd he drough titly And laid it hem bituene. An hert Mark at ran Opon that ilke day; His hunters after wan; A path tho founden thai. Tristrem seighen hye than And Ysonde, sothe to say. Seighe thai never swiche man No non so fair a may With sight. Bituen hem ther lay A drawen swerd wel bright. The huntes wenten right And teld Mark bidene. The levedi and the knight Bothe Mark hath sene. He knewe hem wele bi sight. The swerd lay hem bituene. A sonnebem ful bright Schon opon the Quen At a bore On her face so schene. And Mark rewed therfore. His glove he put therinne, The sonne to were oway. Wrethe Mark gan winne; Than seyd he, "Wel ay, Yif thai weren in sinne, Nought so thai no lay. Lo hou thai line atuinne! Thai no hede nought of swiche play 24 Ywis." The knightes seyden, "Ay, For trewe love it is." Tho waked Tristrem the trewe And swete Ysonde the schene, The glove oway thai drewe And seyden hem bituene For Markes thai it knewe. Thai wist he had ther bene. Tho was her joie al newe, That he hem hadde ysene With sight. With that com knightes kene To feche tho to ful right. To court were comen tho to That in the forest were; Mark kist Ysonde tho And Tristrem trewe fere. Forgeven hem was her wo; No were thai never so dere. Tristrem the bailif gan to Swiftly for to stere A stounde. Of love who wil lere, Listen now the grounde. So bifel bidene Opon a somers day Tristrem and the Quen Stalked to her play. The duerve hem hath sene; To Mark gan he say, "Sir King, withouten wene, Thi wiif is now oway And thi knight. Wende fast as thou may, Oftake hem, yif thou might." Mark King after ran; That thai bothe ysé. Tristrem seyd than, "Ysonde, schent er we For thoughtes that we can, For hole no may it be." Nas never so sori man, Tristrem than was he, That hende. "For dout of deth Y fle, In sorwe and wo Y wende. "Y fle for dout of deth; Y dar no leng abide In wo mi liif to lede Bi this forestes side." A ring Ysonde him bede To tokening at that tide. He fleighe forth in gret drede In wode him for to hide Bidene. To seken him fast thai ride; Thai founden bot the Quene. Tristrem is went oway As it nought hadde ybene. Forthi the knightes gan say That wrong Markes had sen. For her than prayd thai That Mark forgaf the Quene. Tristrem with Ysonde lay That night, withouten wene, And wok And plaiden ay bituene. His leve of hir he tok. Tristrem is went oway Withouten coming ogain And siketh, for sothe to sain, With sorwe and michel pain. Tristrem fareth ay As man that wald be slain, Bothe night and day, Fightes for to frain, That fre. Spaine he hath thurchsayn; Geauntes he slough thre. Out of Spaine he rade, Rohande sones to se. Gamen and joie thai made; Welcom to hem was he. As lord he ther abade, As gode skil wald be. Thai boden him landes brade That he wan hem fre. He thought; He seyd, "Thank have ye. Your londes kepe Y nought." Into Bretein he ches, Bicome the Doukes knight. He set his lond in pes That arst was ful of fight. Al that the Doukes wes He wan ogain with right. He bede him, withouten les, 25 His douhter that was bright In land. That maiden Ysonde hight With the White Hand. Tristremes love was strong On swete Ysonde the Quene. Of Ysonde he made a song That song Ysonde bidene. The maiden wende al wrong Of hir it hadde ybene. Hir wening was so long, 26 To hir fader hye gan mene For nede. Ysonde with hand schene Tristrem to wive thai bede. Tristrem a wil is inne, Has founden in his thought: "Mark, mi nem, hath sinne; Wrong he hath ous wrought. Icham in sorwe and pine; Therto hye hath me brought. Hir love, Y say, is mine; The Boke seyt it is nought With right." The maiden more he sought For sche Ysonde hight. That in his hert he fand And trewely thought he ay. The forward fast he band With Ysonde; that may With the white hand He spoused that day. O night, ich understand, To boure wenten thai On bedde. Tristrem ring fel oway As men to chaumber him ledde. Tristrem biheld that ring; Tho was his hert ful wo. "Ogain me swiche a thing Dede never Ysonde so. Mark, her lord, the King, With tresoun may hir to. Mine hert may no man bring For no thing hir fro, That fre. Ich have tuinned ous to; The wrong is al in me." Tristrem to bedde yede With hert ful of care. He seyd, "The dern dede, Do it Y no dare." The maiden he forbede Yif it hir wille ware. The maide answerd in lede, "Therof have thou no care Al stille. Y nil desiri na mare Bot at thine owen wille." Her fader on a day Gaf hem londes wide Fer in that cuntray - Markes were set biside. Bituene the Douke thai had ben ay And a geaunt unride. No most ther no man play 27 That he no dede him abide And fight. Lesen he schuld his pride, Were he king or knight. "Tristrem, Y the forbede, For the love of me, No hunte thou for no nede Biyond the arm of the se. Beliagog is unrede; A stern geaunt is he. Of him thou owest to drede; Thou slough his brether thre In fight: Urgan and Morgan unfre And Moraunt the noble knight. "Yif thine houndes an hare wele hayre And comen ogain to the fre, Al so be thou bonaire When his houndes comen to the." The forest was wel faire With mani a selly tre. Tristrem thought repaire, Houso it ever be, To bide. "That cuntré will Y se What aventour so bitide." Tristrem on huntinge rade; An hert chaci bigan. Ther the merkes were made His houndes, over thai ran. The water was blac and brade. Tristrem com as a man Ther the douke was fade; Fast he folwed than Right thare. He blewe priis as he can Thre mot other mare. Beliagog com that tide And asked wat he is. "An hunting ther Y ride, Tristrem ich hat, ywis." "O! thou slough Moraunt with pride - Tristrem artow this? - And seththen Urgan unride; Unkinde were ous to kis As kenne. Mendi thou most that mis, Now thou mi lond art inne." "Y slough Urgan, Y the telle. So hope Y the to sla. This forest wil Y felle And castel wil Y ma. Her is miri to duelle; Forthi this lond Y ta." The geaunt herd that spelle; Forthi him was ful wa Unwise. So bituen hem tua The cuntek gan arise. Dartes wel unride Beliagog set gan. Tristremes liif that tide Ferly neighe he wan. Bituene the hauberk and side The dart thurch out ran. Tristrem bleynt biside; God he thonked than Almight. Tristrem, as a man, Fast he gan to fight. Beliagog the bold, As a fende he faught. Tristrem liif neighe he sold, As Tomas hath ous taught. Tristrem smot, as God wold, His fot of at a draught. Adoun he fel yfold, That man of michel maught, And cride, "Tristrem, be we saught, And have min londes wide. "Overcomen hastow me In bataile and in fight. Helden ogaines the No wil Y never with right." His tresour lete he se Tristrem the noble knight. Tristrem knewe him fre. Beliagog in hight, Nought lain, An halle to maken him bright To Ysonde and Bringwain. The geaunt him gan lede Til he fond an hald The water about yede; It was his eldren hald. The geaunt bad Tristrem belde With masouns that were bald. Beliagog in that nede Fond him riche wald To fine. Ysonde have there he wald, Luffsum under line. The geaunt him taught that tide A ford ther it was yare There he might wele ride When his wille ware. In the hold he gan him hide, Seyd he nought he was thare. Nold he nought long abide; Ogain tho gan he fare, That fre. At the castel forthermare His werkmen wald he se. Ogain went Tristrem than; Beliagog had masouns sought. Tristrem, that michel can, A werk hem hath ybrought. Nas ther never yete man That wist what other wrought. Arere when thai bigan Swiche a werk nas nought At nede. Thei al men hadde it thought, It nas to large no gnede. At his des in the halle Swete Ysonde was wrought; Hodain and Pencru, to calle; The drink hou Brengwain brought; Mark yclad in palle; And Meriadok ful of thought; (So liifliche weren thai alle Ymages semed it nought To abide); 28 And Tristrem, hou he faught With Beliagog unride. So it bifel a cas In Seyn Matheus toun That a fair fest was Of lordes of renoun. A baroun that hight Bonifas Spoused a levedi of Lyoun. Ther was miche solas Of alle maner soun And gle Of minestrals up and doun Bifor the folk so fre. The riche Douke Florentin To that fest gan fare And his sone Ganhardin; With hem rode Ysonde thare. Her hors a polk stap in; The water her wat aywhare. It was a ferly gin, So heye under hir gare It fleighe. The levedi lough ful smare, And Ganhardin it seighe. Ganhardin unblithe His soster tho cald he, "Abide now, dame, and lithe. What is ther tidde to the? Do now telle me swithe, Astow lovest me, Whi lough thou that sithe. For what thing may it be? Withouten oth, Thi frendschip schal Y fle Til Y wite that soth." "Brother, no wrathe the nought; The sothe Y wil the say. Mine hors the water up brought Of o polk in the way. So heighe it fleighe, me thought, That in mi sadel it lay. Ther never man no sought So neighe, for sothe to say, In lede. Brother, wite thou ay That Y lough for that dede." Quath Ganhardin, "Y finde That schamely schent ar we; To wive on our kinde Hetheliche holdeth he. Ther he gan treuthe binde Fain Y wald it se, For alle the gold of Ynde, Ybroken no schal it be. To bete, His frendeschip wil Y fle. Our on schal tine swete." 29 Wroth is Ganhardin And that Tristrem yses. What thought he is in Fast he asketh, ywis. "Thou hast bi Ysonde lin While thi wille is. Whi nas hye never thine? Tristrem, tel me this In lede. What hath hye don amis? What wites thou hir of dede?" 30 "Yif it hir wille ware Forhole it might have be; Sche hath ytold it you yare: Quite sche is of me. Of hir kepe Y namare; A gift Y geve the. To a levedi wil Y fare Is fairer than swiche thre To frain." Ganhardin longeth to se That levedi, naught to lain. Ganhardin the fest fles. He bicom Tristremes frende; He seyd his liif he les Bot he with Tristrem wende. Quath Tristrem, "Yif it so bes In Inglond that we lende, No say nought what thou ses Bot hold, astow art hende, And hele. Lay it al under hende, To steven yif thai it stele." Ganhardin his treuthe plight; To ben his brother he bede, To ben a trewe knight In al Tristremes nede. Bothe busked that night To Beliagog in lede. Ganhardin seighe that sight And sore him gan adrede. "To brink To sle thou wilt me lede To Beliagog, me think." "Ganhardin, wrong have thou alle. Wel, whi seistow so? Maugré on me falle Yif Y the wold slo! The geaunt is mi thralle, His liif thei Y wil to." Tristrem tho gan him calle; On a stilt he com tho Ful swithe. "Lord, thi wille to do, Tharto ar we blithe." "Beliagog, go thare And loke it boun be; Ganhardin and Y wil fare The levedi for to se." Swiche castel fond he thare Was maked of ston and tre. Ganhardin wist nou are Ther duelled Tristrem and he, To lithe, Ysonde for to se In halle, bright and blithe. To Ysonde bright so day To halle gun thai go. Ysonde tho seighe thai And Bringwain, bothe to, Tristrem, for sothe to say, And Beliagog al blo. As Ganhardin stert oway, His heved he brac tho As he fleighe. Ganhardin was ful wo That he com Ysonde so neighe. Ganhardin schamed sore; His heved ran on blod. Ysonde he seighe thore And Brengwain fair and gode. Brengwain the coupe bore. Him rewe, that frely fode, 31 He swore bi Godes ore. In her hond fast it stode Al stille. "Tristrem, we ar wode To speken ogain thi wille. "Nis it bot hertbreke, That swithe wele finde we, And foly ous to speke Ani worde ogaines the. Mi wille yif Y might gete, That levedi wold Y se. Mine hert hye hath ysteke, Brengwain bright and fre, That frende. Blithe no may ich be Til Y se that hende." Tristrem and Ganhardin, Treuthe plighten thay In wining and in tin, Trewe to ben ay, In joie and in pin, In al thing, to say, Til he with Brengwain have lin, Yif that Tristrem may, In lede. To Inglond thai toke the way, Tho knightes stithe on stede. Sir Canados was than Constable, the Quen ful neighe. For Tristrem Ysonde wan, So weneth he be ful sleighe, To make hir his leman With broche and riche beighe. For nought that he do can Hir hert was ever heighe To hold; That man hye never seighe That bifor Tristrem wold. Tristrem made a song That song Ysonde the sleighe And harped ever among. Sir Canados was neighe. He seyd, "Dame, thou hast wrong, For sothe, who it seighe. As oule and stormes strong So criestow on heye In herd. Thou lovest Tristrem dreighe; To wrong thou art ylerd. "Tristrem, for thi sake, For sothe, wived hath he. This wil the torn to wrake. Of Breteyne douke schal he be. Other semblaunt thou make, Thiselven yif thou hir se. Thi love hir dede him take For hye hight as do ye In land. `Ysonde' men calleth that fre `With the White Hand."' "Sir Canados, the waite! Ever thou art mi fo. Febli thou canst hayte There man schuld menske do. Who wil lesinges layt Tharf him no ferther go. Falsly canestow fayt That ever worth the wo. Forthi Malisoun have thou also Of God and Our Levedy. "A gift ich give the: Thi thrift mot thou tine! That thou asked me, No schal it never be thine. Yhated also thou be Of alle that drink wine. Hennes yern thou fle Out of sight mine In lede. Y pray to Seyn Katerine That ivel mot thou spede." The Quen was wratthed sore; Wroth to chaumber sche yede. "Who may trowe man more, Than he hath don this dede?" A palfray asked sche there That wele was loved in lede. Dight sche was ful yare; Hir pavilouns with hir thai lede Ful fine. Bifore was stef on stede Tristrem and Ganhardine. Ful ner the gat thai abade Under a figer tre. Thai seighe where Ysonde rade And Bringwain, bothe seighe he With tuo houndes mirie made; Fairer might non be. Her blis was ful brade; A tale told Ysonde fre; Thai duelle. Tristrem that herd he And seyd thus in his spelle: "Ganhardin, ride thou ay. Mi ring of finger thou drawe; Thou wende forth in thi way And gret hem al on rawe. Her houndes praise thou ay; Thi finger forth thou schawe. The Quen, for sothe to say, The ring wil sone knawe, That fre. Aski sche wil in plawe And say thou comest fro me." Tho rode Ganhardin kene And overtaketh hem now. First he greteth the Quen And after Bringwain, Y trowe. The knight himself bidene Stroked the hounde Pencru. The Quen the ring hath sene And knewe it wele ynough, That fre. Hye seyd, "Say me, hou Com this ring to the?" "He that aught this ring To token sent it to the." Tho seyd that swete thing, "Tristrem, that is he!" "Dame, withouten lesing, He sent it you bi me." Sche sayd, "Bi heven King, In longing have we be, Naught lain. Al night duelle we," Seyd Ysonde to Bringwain. Thai wende the Quen wald dye, So sike sche was bi sight. Thai sett pavilouns an heye And duelled, clerk and knight. Ysonde biheld that lye Under leves light. Tristrem hye ther seyghe, So dede Brengwain that night In feld. Ganhardine treuthe plight Brengwain to wive weld. Tuo night ther thai lye In that fair forest. Canados hadde a spie; Her pavilouns he to-kest. Ther come to Canados crie The cuntré est and west. Governayl was forthi Therout, as it was best To abide. He seyd Tristrem prest, "Now it were time to ride." Governayl, his man was he, And Ganhardine his knight. Armed knightes thai se To felle hem doun in fight. Governaile gan to fle; He ran oway ful right. Tho folwed bond and fre And lete the loge unlight That tide. Oway rode Tristrem that night And Ganhardine biside. Sir Canados the heighe, He ladde the Quen oway. Tristrem, of love so sleighe, No abade him nought that day. Brengwain bright so beighe, Wo was hir tho ay. On Canados sche gan crie And made gret deray And sede, "This lond nis worth an ay When thou darst do swiche a dede." Ganhardine gan fare Into Bretaine oway; And Tristrem duelled thare To wite what men wald say. Coppe and claper he bare Til the fiftenday As he a mesel ware; Under walles he lay, To lithe. So was Ysonde, that may, That alle sche wald to-writhe. Tristrem in sorwe lay; Forthi wald Ysonde awede. And Brengwain thretned ay To take hem in her dede. Brengwain went oway; To Marke the King sche yede And redily gan to say Hou thai faren in lede: "Nought lain, Swiche knight hastow to fede Thi schame he wald ful fain. "Sir King, take hede therto: Sir Canados wil have thi Quen; Bot thou depart hem to, A schame ther worth ysene. Hye dredeth of him so That wonder is to wene. His wille for to do Hye werneth him bituene Ful sone. Yete thai ben al clene; Have thai no dede ydone." Marke, in al thing, Brengwain thanked he. After him he sent an heigheing; Fram court he dede him be. "Thou deservest for to hing; Miselven wele ich it se." So couthe Brengwain bring Canados for to fle, That heighe. Glad was Ysonde the fre That Bringwain couthe so lighe Than to hir seyd the Quen, "Leve Brengwain the bright That art fair to sene, Thou wost our wille bi sight. Whare hath Tristrem bene? Nis he no douhti knight?" "Thai leighen al bidene That sain he dar nought fight With his fo." Brengwain biheld that right, Tristrem to bour lete go. Tristrem in bour is blithe; With Ysonde playd he thare. Brengwain badde he lithe, "Who ther armes bare, Ganhardin and thou that sithe Wightly oway gun fare." Quath Tristrem, "Crieth swithe A turnament ful yare With might. Noither of ous nil spare Erl, baroun no knight." A turnament thai lete crie. The parti Canados tok he; And Meriadok, sikerly, In his help gan he be. Tristrem ful hastilye Ofsent Ganhardin the fre. Ganhardin com titly That turnament to se With sight. Fro the turnament nold thai fle Til her fon were feld dounright. Thai com into the feld And founde ther knightes kene; Her old dedes thai yeld With batayle al bidene. Tristrem gan biheld To Meriadok bituene. For the tales he teld On him he wrake his tene That tide. He gaf him a wounde kene Thurchout bothe side. Bituene Canados and Ganhardin The fight was ferly strong. Tristrem thought it pin That it last so long. His stirops he made him tine; To grounde he him wrong. Sir Canados ther gan lyn; The blod thurch brini throng With care. On him he wrake his wrong That he no ros na mare. Her fon fast thai feld, And mani of hem thai slough. The cuntré with hem meld; Thai wrought hem wo ynough. Tristrem hath hem teld That him to schame drough. Thai token the heighe held And passed wele anough And bade. Under wode bough After her fomen thai rade. Ther Tristrem turned ogain And Ganhardin stithe and stille. Mani thai han yslain And mani overcomen with wille. The folk fleighe unfain And socour criden schille. In lede, nought to layn, Thai hadde woundes ille At the nende. The wraiers that weren in halle, Schamly were thai schende. Than that turnament was don, Mani on slain ther lay. Ganhardin went sone Into Bretaine oway. Brengwain hath her bone; Ful wele wreken er thay. A knight that werd no schon Hete Tristrem, sothe to say. Ful wide Tristrem sought he ay, And he fond him that tide. He fel to Tristremes fet And merci crid he: "Mi leman fair and swete A knight hath reved me, Of love that can wele let. So Crist hir sende the. Mi bale thou fond to bet For love of Ysonde fre. Nought lain, Seven brethern hath he That fighteth me ogain. "This ich day thai fare And passeth fast biside. Y gete hir nevermare Yif Y tine hir this tide. Fiftene knightes thai are And we bot to, to abide." "Dathet who hem spare," Seyd Tristrem that tide. "This night Thai han ytint her pride Thurch grace of God Almight." Thai gun hem bothe armi In iren and stiel that tide. Thai metten hem in a sty Bi o forestes side. Ther wex a kene crie Togider tho thai gun ride. The yong Tristrem forthi Sone was feld his pride Right thore. He hadde woundes wide That he no ros no more. Thus the yong knight Forsothe yslawe was thare. Tristrem, that trewe hight, Awrake him al with care. Ther he slough in fight Fiftene knightes and mare. Wel louwe he dede hem light With diolful dintes sare, Unsounde. Ac an aruwe oway he bare In his eld wounde. [The leaf containing the ending of the poem is missing from the manuscript. In his edition, Sir Walter Scott wrote as a conclusion the following stanzas.] The companyons fiftene, To death did thai thringe; And sterveth bidene, Tho Tristrem the yinge; Ac Tristrem hath tene, His wounde gan him wring, To hostel he hath gene, On bedde gan him flinge In ure; Fele salven thai bringe, His paine to recure. But never thai no might, With coste, nor with payn, Bring Tristrem the wight, To heildom ogayn: His wounde brast aplight, And blake was the bane; Non help may that knight, The sothe for to sayne, Bidene, Save Ysonde the bright, Of Cornwal was quene. Tristrem clepeth aye, On Ganhardin trewe fere; "Holp me, brother, thou may, And bring me out of care; To Ysonde the gaye, Of Cornwail do thou fare; In tokening I say, Mi ring with the thou bare, In dern; Bot help me sche dare, Sterven wol ich gern. "Mi schip do thou take, With godes that bethe new; Tuo seyles do thou make, Beth different in hew; That tone schall be blake, That tother white so snewe; And tho thou comest bake, That tokening schal schew The end, Gif Ysonde me forsake, The blake schalt thou bende." Ysonde of Britanye, With the white honde, In dern can sche be, And wele understonde, That Ysonde the fre, Was sent for from Inglonde; "Y-wroken wol Y be Of mi fals husbonde Saunfayle, Bringeth he haggards to honde, And maketh me his stale?" Ganhardin to Inglonde fares, Als merchaunt, Y you saye; He bringeth riche wares And garmentes were gaye; Mark he giftes bares, Als man that miche maye, 32 A cup he prepares, The ring tharein can laye, Bidene; Brengwain the gaye, Y-raught it the quene. Ysonde the ring knewe, That riche was of gold, As tokening trewe, That Tristrem her yold; Ganhardin gan schewe, And priviliche hir told, That Tristrem hurt was newe, In his wounde that was old, Al right: Holp him gif sche nold, Sterven most that knight. Wo was Ysonde than, The tale tho sche hard thare; Sche schope hir as a man, With Ganhardin to fare; O bord are thai gan, A wind at wil thame bare; Ysonde was sad woman, And wepeth bitter tare, With eighe: The seyls that white ware, Ganhardin lete fleighe. Ysonde of Britanye, With the white honde, The schip sche can se, Seyling to londe; The white seyl tho marked sche, "Yonder cometh Ysonde, For to reve fro me, Miin fals husbonde; Ich sware, For il tho it schal be, That sche hir hider bare." To Tristrem sche gan hye, O bed thare he layne, "Tristrem, so mot ich thye, Heled schalt thou bene, Thi schippe I can espye The sothe for to sain, Ganhardin is comen neighe, To curen thi paine, Aplight." "What seyl doth thare flain, Dame, for God almight?" Sche weneth to ben awrake, Of Tristrem the trewe, Sche seyth, "Thai ben blake, As piche is thare hewe." Tristrem threw hym bake, Trewd Ysonde untrewe, His kind hert it brake, And sindrid in tuo; Above, Cristes merci him take! He dyed for true love. Murneth olde and yinge, Murneth lowe and heighe; For Tristrem, swete thinge, Was mani wate eighe; Maidens thare hondes wringe, Wives iammeren and crii; The belles con thai ring, And masses con thai seye, For dole; Prestes praied aye, For Tristremes sole. Ysonde to land wan, With seyl and with ore; Sche mete an old man, Of berd that was hore: Fast the teres ran, And siked he sore, "Gone is he than, Of Inglond the flore, In lede; We se him no more: Schir Tristrem is dede!" When Ysonde herd that, Fast sche gan to gonne, At the castel gate Stop hir might none: Sche passed in thereat, The chaumbre sche won; Tristrem in cloth of stat Lay stretched thare as ston So cold. Ysonde loked him on, And faste gan bihold. Fairer ladye ere Did Britannye never spye, Swiche murning chere, Making on heighe: On Tristremes bere, Doun con sche lye; Rise ogayn did sche nere, But thare con sche dye For woe: Swiche lovers als thei Never schal be moe. |
to beautiful dwelling at their disposal woods Lived Were not; before woman exiled went a cave Those hunting dogs Quickly (see note) train slew a cave Where; enough Giants in the old days truly Each; say Thereto; approached Eagerly In the woods experienced warm cool secret entrance liquid ate wanted (see note) chanced upon well gravel their sustenance ate (see note) as prey secluded path dressed; truly in haste drew quickly hart; pursued very day went they saw hunters; directly sunbeam crevice had pity ward off Mark overcame [his] wrath They would not lie thus lie apart; (see note) (see note) Then was their joy totally changed those two those two had been then companion them; their office of bailiff; take govern For a time learn substance of the tale Walked cautiously; sexual play dwarf Go Overtake see undone (see note) rectified noble man fear go fear longer gave As a token fled look for only gone pleaded forgave made love sighs much conducts himself wanted to be seek searched through; (see note) Giants; slew rode They were pleased and joyful them resided As was reasonable promised; spacious That he freed for them by fighting went in the past All that belonged to the Duke conquered beautiful was called For celebrated; indeed thought entirely erroneously About she complained bright offered Tristrem has formed an opinion; (see note) [Which he] has arrived at in his sorrow my uncle us; (see note) she Bible was called (see note) continuously agreement; made maiden married At night bedroom Tristrem's take separated the two of us grief private act If she should wish it Don't worry about that Ever will not Boundary markers fearsome might; enjoy himself Lose sea fearsome fierce ought to fear slew; brothers; (see note) ignoble pursue come back to you; (see note) courteous marvellous set out Whatever the outcome the chance arises rode hart to hunt boundary markers (see note) dark; (see note) (see note) (see note); knows how notes who he is A-hunting where am called Are you that Tristrem It would be unnatural for us As [if we were] relatives You must atone for that offense slew to kill you construct pleasant to live discourse angered the two of them conflict powerful hurl He very nearly took coat of mail turned quickly aside Vigorously fiend (see note) us wished off with one blow defeated great strength reconciled Oppose you (see note) shelter shelter of his ancestors Tristrem told the giant to build [the hall] powerful forest finish [his work]; (see note) wanted Beautiful in her clothing showed ready for use When he wanted to refuge Back would Back who knew much To Build Though was not too large or too small dais (see note) dressed in fine clothing lifelike powerful by chance (see note) celebration was called married entertainment music song celebration; go puddle stepped wet everywhere strange happening high; dress splashed up laughed; contemptuously saw unhappily listen has happened to you As you laughed; time (see note) know do not be angry From a puddle in the road splashed it seemed to me reached near event shamefully disgraced take a wife in our family He holds in derision Where he pledged his troth India To remedy [this] sees state of mind lain she she Kept secret readily Free About her I care no more To seek [a lady's] favor leaves the celebration would lose Unless; went arrive observe desist; noble conceal (see note) gave his word promised went (see note) saw be afraid shore slay it seems to me Disgrace slay servant Even if I wanted to take his life then peg leg happy ready Such wood formerly; (see note) Where (see note) as saw two dark-skinned; (see note) drew back head fled sad near was ashamed was covered with blood saw there cup mercy mad against heartbreak [for] us against you have pierced pledged getting; loss sorrow lain might [bring it about] made their way bold on horseback near Because; won he expects to be very clever lover jewelry; gem Despite all his efforts proud To remain faithful saw Who would [be] before Tristrem celebrated; wise continuously near whoever might consider it owl; fierce At court mightily instructed married turn you to vengeance pretense is named as you are noblewoman watch out for yourself Weakly; show hatred; (see note) do honor lies look for It is necessary for him dissemble may grief come to you Curse good luck may you lose From here quickly (see note) you may have bad luck angered trust When riding horse Prepared; quickly strong waited fig tree saw; rode charmingly abundant linger speech go greet them all in turn stretch out amiably boldly greets believe Petted owned As a token truly heaven's distress remain [here] thought sick; in appearance set up; in haste remained [there]; (see note) that [one] she; saw pledged [his] word as [his] wife to have Two; lay surveyed (see note) Canados' summons people of the region Outside remain quickly strike them followed; (see note) left the shelter unhappily wise fought as a jewel Against; complain disturbance egg discover (see note) Until the fifteenth day leper (see note to l. 2968) In such a state writhe about sorrow Therefore; grow insane threatened constantly (see note) went do you have as an enemy desired heed Unless; separate the two of them will become apparent She is so afraid of him imagine denies him Still; pure sexual act in a hurry caused him to be hang knew how flee Dear lie Dear know bold lie say understood chamber chamber asked that he listen Whoever [it was who] bore arms there time Quickly Announce Neither of us had announced combat certainly On his side Sent for quickly foes; overthrown field bold (see note) look avenged; anger painful Throughout marvelously fierce was displeased lasted lose; (see note) wrenched lie through [his] mail burst out grief avenged arose Their foes; overcame slew people of the region; fought reckoned with Who dragged him into shame hill advanced halted enemies; rode valiant and unwavering eagerly fled unhappily aid; loudly end accusers Shamefully; disgraced When; finished Many a one has what she wanted avenged are (see note) Was [also] called feet lover deprived me of (see note) sorrow; undertake; make better brothers very very near If; lose only two (see note to line 1875) lost to arm [themselves] steel encountered each other on a road arose a loud tumult there gaping arose slain was called Avenged slew more brought them to the ground painful blows Unhealthy But; arrow old throw down dies young But; anger pain sharply gone At that time Many salves cure strong health burst open quickly black; bone [Who] was queen of Cornwall calls trusty companion Help As a sign secret Unless Die; soon which are Two sails [Which] are; color one; black other; as snow when sign outcome If fly Was in hiding Avenged Without fail (see note) As a merchant Gave sign gave privately anew Help; if; would not Die must heard disguised herself Aboard according to their will; carried tears Sailing rob hither hasten where he lay as I might thrive Healed near At once avenged black Believed split; two Mourn; young low-born and noble wet eyes lament sorrow soul arrived sail; oar sighed flower Sir; dead reached stone before sorrowful display (of emotion) bier never she died again |