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The soft morow ande the lustee Aperill, The wynter set, the stormys in exill, Quhen that the brycht and fresch illumynare 1 Uprisith arly in his fyré chare His hot courss into the orient, And frome his spere his goldine stremis sent Wpone the grond, in maner off mesag One every thing, to ualkyne thar curage, That natur haith set wnder hire mycht, Boith gyrss and flour and every lusty uicht, And namly thame that felith the assay Of lufe, to schew the kalendis of May, Throw birdis songe with opine vox one hy That sessit not one lufaris for to cry, Lest thai forghet, throw slewth of ignorans, The old wsage of Lovis observans. And fromme I can the bricht face asspy, It deuit me no langare fore to ly, Nore that love schuld sleuth into me finde, Bot walkine furth, bewalinge in my mynde The dredful lyve endurit al to longe, Sufferans in love of sorouful harmys stronge, The scharpe dais and the hevy yerys Quhill Phebus thris haith passith al his speris, 2 Uithoutine hope ore traistinge of comfort. So be such meine fatit was my sort. 3 Thus in my saull rolinge al my wo, My carful hart carving cann in two The derdful suerd of lovis hot dissire; So be the morow set I was afyre In felinge of the access hot and colde, That haith my hart in sich a fevir holde; Only to me thare was nonne uthir ess Bot thinkine qhow I schulde my lady pless. The scharp assay and ek the inwart peine Of dowblit wo me neulyngis cann constrein Quhen that I have remembrit one my thocht How sche, quhois bewté al my harmm haith wrocht, Ne knouith not how I ame wo-begonne, Nor how that I ame of hire servandis onne. And in myself I cann nocht fynde the meyne Into quhat wyss I sal my wo compleine. Thus in the feild I walkith to and froo, As thochtful wicht that felt of nocht bot woo, Syne to o gardinge, that wess weil besenn 4 Of quiche the feild was al depaynt with grenn. The tendyre and the lusty flouris new Up throue the grenn upone thar stalkis grew Aghane the sone, and thare levis spred, Quharwith that al the gardinge was iclede. That Pryapus, into his tyme before, In o lustear walkith nevir more. And al about enveronyt and iclosit One sich o wyss, that none within supposit Fore to be senn with ony uicht thareowt. So dide the levis clos it all about. Thar was the flour, thar was the Quenn Alphest, Rycht wering being of the nychtis rest, Wnclosing ganne the crownel for the day; The brycht sone illumynit haith the spray, The nychtis sobir ande the most schowris, As cristoll terys withhong upone the flouris Haith upwarpith in the lusty aire, The morow makith soft, ameyne, and faire. And the byrdis thar mychty voce out-throng Quhill al the wood resonite of thar songe That gret confort till ony uicht it wer That plessith thame of lustenes to here. Bot gladness til the thochtful, ever mo The more he seith, the more he haith of wo. Thar was the garding with the flouris ovrfret, 5 Quich is in posy fore my lady set, 6 That hire represent to me oft befor And thane also; thus al day gan, be sor Of thocht, my gost with torment occupy, That I becamme into one exasy, Ore slep, or how I wot; bot so befell My wo haith done my livis gost expell, And in sich wiss weil long I can endwr; 7 So me betid o wondir aventur. As I thus lay, rycht to my spreit uas senn A birde, that was as ony lawrare grenn, Alicht and sayth into hir birdis chere, 8 "O woful wrech that levis into were! To schew the thus the God of Love me sent That of thi service no thing is content, For in his court yhoue levith in disspar And uilfully sustenis al thi care And schapith no thinge of thine awn remede 9 Bot clepith ay and cryith apone dede. Yhow callith the birdis be morow fro thar bouris; Yhoue devith boith the erbis and the flouris And clepit hyme unfaithful King of Love. Yow devith hyme into his rigne abufe; Yhow tempith hyme, yhoue doith thiself no gud; Yhoue are o monn of wit al destitude. Wot yhoue nocht that al livis creatwre 10 Haith of thi wo into his hand the cwre? And set yhoue clep one erbis and one treis, Sche heris not thi wo, nore yhit sche seis; For none may know the dirkness of thi thocht Ne blamyth her thi wo sche knowith nocht. And it is weil accordinge it be so He suffir harme, that to redress his wo Previdith not; for long ore he be sonde, 11 Holl of his leich, that schewith not his uound. 12 And of Ovid the autor schall yhow knaw, Of lufe that seith, for to consel or schow, 13 The last he clepith althir best of two; And that is suth and sal be ever mo. And Love also haith chargit me to say Set yhoue presume, ore beleif, the assay Of his service, as it wil ryne ore go, Preswme it not, fore it wil not be so; Al magré thine a servand schal yow bee. And as tueching thine adversytee, Complen and sek of the ramed, the cwre; Ore, gif yhow likith, furth thi wo endure." And, as me thocht, I ansuerde againn Thus to the byrde, in wordis schort and plane: "It ganyth not, as I have harde recorde, The servand for to disput with the lord; Bot well he knowith of al my uo the quhy And in quhat wyss he hath me set, quhar I Nore may I not, nore can I not attane, 14 Nore to hir hienes dare I not complane." "Ful," quod the bird, "lat be thi nyss dispare, For in this erith no lady is so fare, So hie estat, nore of so gret empriss That in hireself haith uisdome ore gentrice, Yf that o wicht, that worthy is to be Of Lovis court schew til hir that he Servith hire in lovis hartly wyss That schall tharfor hyme hating or dispiss. The God of Love thus chargit the, at schort, That to thi lady yhoue thi wo report. Yf yhoue may not, thi plant schall yhou urit. Se, as yhoue cane, be maner oft endit In metir, quhich that no man haith susspek, Set ofttyme thai contenyng gret effecc; 15 Thus one sume wyss yhow schal thi wo dwclar. And for thir sedulis and thir billis are 16 So generall and ek so schort at lyte And swme of thaim is lost the appetit, Sum trety schall yhoue for thi lady sak, That wnkouth is, als tak one hand and mak 17 Of love ore armys or of sum othir thing That may hir oneto thi remembryng brynge, Qwich soundith not oneto no hevyness 18 Bot oneto gladness and to lusteness That yhoue belevis may thi lady pless, To have hir thonk and be oneto hir ess That sche may wit in service yhow art one. Faire weil," quod sche, "thus schal yhow the dispoe And mak thiself als mery as yhoue may; It helpith not thus fore to wex alway." With that the bird sche haith hir leif tak, For fere of quich I can onone to wak. Sche was ago, and to myself thocht I Quhat may this meyne? Quhat may this signify? Is it of troucht or of illusioune? Bot finaly, as in conclusioune, Be as be may, I schal me not discharge 19 Sen it apperith be of Lovis charg And ek myne hart nonne othir bissynes Haith bot my ladice service, as I gess. Among al utheris I schal one honde tak This litil occupatioune for hire sak. Bot hyme I pray, the mychty Gode of Love, That sitith hie into his spir abuf (At command of o wyss quhois visioune My gost haith takin this opunioune) That my lawboure may to my lady pless And do wnto hir ladeschip sum ess So that my travell be nocht tynt, and I Quhat utheris say setith nothing by. For wel I know that be this worldis famme It schal not be bot hurting to my namme Quhen that thai here my febil negligens That empit is and bare of eloquens, Of discressioune, and ek of retoryk, The metire and the cuning both elyk So fere discording frome perfeccioune, Quhilk I submyt to the correccioune Of thaim the quhich that is discret and wyss And enterit is of Love in the service, Quhich knouyth that no lovare dare withstonde: Quhat Love hyme chargit he mot tak one honde, Deith or defamm or ony maner wo. And at this tyme with me it stant rycht so As I that dar makine no demande To quhat I wot it lykith Love commande. 20 Tueching his chargis, as with al-destitut, 21 Within my mynd schortly I conclud For to fulfyll, for ned I mot do so. Thane in my thocht rolling to and fro Quhare that I myhct sum wnkouth mater fynde Quhill at the last it fell into my mynd Of o story, that I befor had sene, That boith of love and armys can contenn, Was of o knycht clepit Lancelot of the Laik, The sone of Bane was, King of Albanak, Of quhois fame and worschipful dedis Clerkis into diverss bukis redis, Of quhome I thynk her sumthing for to writ At Lovis charge, and as I cane endit, Set men tharin sal by experiens Know my consait and al my negligens. Bot for that story is so pasing larg, Oneto my wit it war so gret o charg For to translait the romans of that knycht. It passith fare my cunyng and my mycht; Myne ignorans may it not comprehende. Quharfor thareone I wil me not depend How he was borne, nor how his fader deid And ek his moder, nore how he was denyed Efter thare deth, presumyng he was ded, Of al the lond, nore how he fra that stede In sacret wyss wnwyst away was tak And nwrist with the Lady of the Lak. Nor, in his youth, think I not to tell The aventouris, quhich to hyme befell, Nor how the Lady of the Laik hyme had Oneto the court, quhare that he knycht was mad. None wist his nome nore how that he was tak By love and was iwondit to the stak And throuch and throuch persit to the hart That al his tyme he couth it not astart; For thare of Love he enterit in service Of Wanore throuch the beuté and franchis, Throuch quhois service in armys he has urocht Mony wonderis, and perellis he has socht. Nor how he thor, into his young curage Hath maid avoue and into lovis rage In the revenging of o wondit knycht That cumyne was into the court that nycht. Into his hed a brokin suerd had he And in his body also mycht men see The tronsione of o brokine sper that was, Quhich no man out dedenyt to aras; Nor how he haith the wapnis out tak And his avow apone this wis can mak, That he schuld hyme reveng at his poware One every knycht that lovith the hurtare Better thane hyme, the quhich that uas iwond. Throw quich avoue in armys hath ben founde The deth of mony wereoure ful wicht; For, fro tho vow was knowing of the knycht, Thare was ful mony o pasage in the londe By men of armys kepit to withstond This knycht, of quhome thai ben al set afyre Thaim to reveng in armys of desir. Nor how that thane incontynent was send He and Sir Kay togidder to defend The Lady of Nohalt, nor how that hee Governit hyme thare, nore in quhat degré. Nor how the gret pasing vassolag He eschevit throue the outragouss curag, In conquiryng of the sorowful castell. Nor how he passith doune in the cavis fell And furth the keys of inchantment brocht, That al distroyt quhich that thare uas urocht. Nore howe that he reskewit Sir Gawane, With his nine falouss into presone tane. Nore mony uthere diverss adventure, Quhich to report I tak not in my cwre. Nor mony assemblay that Gawane gart be maid 22 To wit his name; nor how that he hyme hade Wnwist and hath the worschip and empriss; Nor of the knychtis into mony diverss wyss Throuch his avoue that hath thare dethis found. Nor of the sufferans that by Lovis wounde He in his travel sufferith avermore. Nor in the Quenis presens how tharfor By Camelot, into that gret revare, He was ner dround. I wil it not declare How that he was in lovis hevy thocht By Dagenet into the court ibrocht; Nor how the knycht that tyme he cane persew, Nor of the gyantis by Camelot he slew; Nor wil I not her tell the maner how He slew o knycht, by natur of his vow, Off Melyholt; nore how into that toune Thar came one hyme o gret confusione Of pupil and knychtis al enarmyt; Nor how he thar haith kepit hyme wnharmyt; Nor of his worschip, nor of his gret prowes, Nor his defens of armys in the pres; Nor how the Lady of Melyhalt that sche Came to the feild and prayth hyme that he As to o lady to hir his suerd hath yold, Nor how he was into hir keping hold. And mony uthir nobil deid also I wil report quharfor I lat ovrgo. For quho thaim lykith forto specyfy Of one of thaim mycht mak o gret story. Nor thing I not of his hye rennown My febil wit to makin mensioune. Bot of the weris that was scharp and strong, Richt perellouss, and hath enduryt long; Of Arthur in defending of his lond Frome Galiot, sone of the fair Gyonde That brocht of knychtis o pasing confluens And how Lancelot of Arthuris hol defens And of the ueris berith the renownn; And how he be the wais of fortoune Tuex the two princis makith the accorde Of al there mortall weris to concorde; And how that Venus, siting hie abuf, Reuardith hyme of travell into love And makith hyme his ladice grace to have, And thankfully his service can resave: This is the mater quhich I think to tell. Bot stil he mot rycht with the lady duell Quhill tyme cum eft that we schal of hym spek. This process mot closine benn and stek, 23 And furth I wil oneto my mater go. Bot first I pray and I besek also Oneto the most conpilour to support, Flour of poyetis, quhois nome I wil report To me nor to nonn uthir it accordit Into our rymyng his namm to be recordit; For sum suld deme it of presumpsioune And ek our rymyng is al bot derysioune Quhen that remembrit is his excellens So hie abuf that stant in reverans. The fresch enditing of his Laiting toung Out throuch this world so wid is yroung Of eloquens and ek of retoryk. Nor is nor was nore never beith hyme lyk; This world gladith of his suet poetry. His saul i blyss conservyt be forthy; 24 And yf that ony lusty terme I wryt He haith the thonk therof and this endit. EXPLICIT PROLOGUS, ET INCIPIT PRIMUS LIBER. 25 BOOK I Quhen Tytan withe his lusty heit Twenty dais into the Aryeit Haith maid his courss and all with diverss hewis Aparalit haith the feldis and the bewis, The birdis amyd the erbis and the flouris And one the branchis makyne gone thar bouris, And be the morow singing in ther chere 26 Welcum the lusty sessone of the yere. Into this tyme the worthi conqueroure Arthure, wich had of al this worlde the floure Of chevelry anerding to his crown-- So pasing war his knychtis in renoune-- Was at Carlill; and hapynnit so that hee Sojornyt well long in that faire cuntree, Into whilk tyme into the court thai heire None aventure, for wich the knyghtis weire Anoit all at the abiding thare. Forwhy beholding one the sobir ayre And of the tyme the pasing lustynes 27 Can so thir knyghtly hartis to encress That thei Shir Kay oneto the King haith sende Beseiching hyme he wold vichsaif to wende To Camelot the cetee, whare that thei Ware wont to heryng of armys day be day. 28 The King forsuth, heryng thare entent, To thare desir, be schort avysment, Ygrantid haith; and so the king proponit And for to pas hyme one the morne disponit. Bot so befell hyme that nycht to meit An aperans, the wich oneto his spreit It semyth that of al his hed the hore Of fallith and maid desolat; wharfore The King therof was pensyve in his mynd That al the day he couth no resting fynde Wich makith hyme his jorneye to delaye. And so befell apone the thrid day, The bricht sone pasing in the west Hath maid his courss and al thing goith to rest. The Kinge, so as the story can devyss, He thoght ageine apone the samyne wyss: His uombe out fallith uith his hoil syde Apone the ground and liging hyme besid, Throw wich anon out of his slep he stert, Abasit and adred into his hart. The wich be morow oneto the Qwen he told, And she ageine to hyme haith ansuer yolde. "To dremys, sir, shuld no man have respek, For thei ben thingis veyn, of non affek." "Well," quod the King, "God grant it so befall." Arly he ross and gert oneto hyme call O clerk, to whome that al his hevynes Tweching his drem shewith he express, Wich ansuer yaf and seith oneto the Kinge: "Shir, no record lyith to such thing; Wharfor now, shir, I praye yow tak no kep Nore traist into the vanyteis of slep. For thei are thingis that askith no credens But causith of sum maner influens, Empriss of thoght, ore superfleuytee, Or than sum othir casualytee." "Yit," quod the King, "I sal nocht leif it so." And furth he chargit mesingeris to go Throgh al his realm, withouten more demande, And bad them stratly at thei shulde comande All the bishopes and makyng no delay The shuld appere be the tuenty day At Camelot with al thar hol clergy That most expert war for to certefye A mater tueching to his gost be nyght. The mesag goith furth with the lettres right. The King eftsone, within a litill space, His jornay makith haith frome place to place, Whill that he cam to Camelot. The clerkis all, as that the chargit were, Assemblit war and cam to his presens, Of his desir to uiting the sentens. To them that war to hyme most speciall Furth his entent shauyth he al hall; By whois conseil of the worthiest He chesith ten, yclepit for the best, And most expert and wisest was supposit, To qwhome his drem all hail he haith disclossit-- The houre, the nyght, and al the cercumstans-- Besichyne them that the signifycans Thei wald hyme shaw, that he mycht resting fynde Of it, the wich that occupeid his mynde. And one of them with al ther holl assent 29 Saith, "Shire, fore to declare our entent Upone this matere, ye wil ws delay Fore to avysing oneto the ninth day." The King therto grantith haith, bot hee Into o place that strong was and hye, He closith them whare thei may nowhare get Unto the day, the wich he to them set. Than goith the clerkis sadly to avyss Of this mater, to seing in what wyss The Kingis drem thei shal best specefy. And than the maistris of astronomy The bookis longyne to ther artis set. Not was the bukis of Arachell forget, Of Nembrot, of Danghelome, thei two, Of Moyses, and of Herynes allsoo. And seking be ther calcolacioune To fynd the planetis disposicioune, The wich thei fond ware wonder evill yset The samyne nyght the King his sweven met. So ner the point socht thei have the thing, 30 Thei fond it wonder hevy to the King, Of wich thing thei waryng into were To shew the King for dreid of his danger. Of ane accorde thei planly have proponit No worde to show, and so thei them disponit. The day is cumyng and he haith fore them sent, Besichyne them to shewing ther entent. Than spak thei all and that of an accorde: "Shir, of this thing we can no thing recorde, For we can noght fynd intil our sciens Tweching this mater ony evydens." "Now," quod the King, "and be the glorius Lorde, Or we depart ye shall sumthing recorde; So pas yhe not, nor so it sall not bee." "Than," quod the clerkis, "grant ws dais three." The wich he grantid them, and but delay The term passith; nothing wold the say, Wharof the King stondith hevy cherith; And to the clerkis his visag so apperith That all thei dred them of the Kingis myght. Than saith o clerk, "Sir, as the thrid nyght Ye dremyt, so giffis ws delay The thrid tyme and to the thrid day." By whilk tyme thei fundyng haith the ende Of this mater, als far as shal depend To ther sciens; yit can thei not avyss To schewing to the King be ony wyss. The day is cum; the King haith them besocht; Bot one no wyss thei wald declar ther thoght. Than was he wroth into hisself and noyt And maid his vow that thei shal ben distroyt. His baronis he commandit to gar tak Fyve of them oneto the fir stak And uther fyve be to the gibbot tone; And the furth with the Kingis charg ar gone. He bad them into secret wyss that thei Shud do no harm but only them assey. The clarkis, dredful of the Kingis ire And saw the perell of deth and of the fyre, Fyve, as thei can, has grantit to record, That uther herde and ben of ther accorde. 31 And al thei ben yled oneto the King And shew hyme thus as tueching of this thing. "Shir, sen that we constrenyt ar by myght To shaw wich that we knaw nothing aricht, For thing to cum preservith it allan 32 To Hyme the wich is every thing certann Excep the thing that til our knawleg Hee Hath ordynat of certan for to bee. Therfor, shir King, we your magnificens Beseich it turne till ws to non offens Nor hald ws nocht as learis, thoght it fall Not in this mater, as that we telen shall." And that the King haith grantit them, and thei Has chargit one, that one this wiss sall seye. 33 "Presumyth, shir, that we have fundyne so: All erdly honore ye nedist most forgo And them the wich ye most affy intyll Shal failye yow, magré of ther will; And thus we have into this matere founde." The King, qwhois hart was al wyth dred ybownd, And askit at the clerkis if thei fynde By there clergy that stant in ony kynde Of possibilitee fore to reforme His desteny, that stud in such a forme, If in the hevyne is preordynat On such o wiss his honor to translat. The clerkis saith, "Forsuth, and we have sene O thing wharof, if we the trouth shal menn, Is so obscure and dyrk til our clergye That we wat not what it shal signefye Wich causith ws we can it not furth say." "Yis," quod the King, "as lykith yow ye may, For wers than this can nat be said for me." Thane saith o maistir, "Than suthly thus finde we: Thar is nothing sal sucour nor reskew; Your worldly honore nedis most adew, But throuch the watrye lyone, and ek fyne, On throuch the liche and ek the wattir syne, And throuch the conseill of the flour; God wot What this shude menn, for mor ther-of we not." No word the King ansuerid ayane, For al this resone thinkith bot in veyne. He shawith outwart his contenans As he therof takith no grevans; But al the nyght it passid nat his thoght. 34 The dais courss with ful desir he socht, 35 And furth he goith to bring his mynd in rest With mony o knyght unto the gret forest. The rachis gon wncopelit for the deire 36 That in the wodis makith nois and cheir; The knychtis with the grewhundis in aweit Secith boith the planis and the streit. Doune goith the hart, doune goith the hynd also. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The swift grewhund, hardy of assay; Befor ther hedis nothing goith away. The King of hunting takith haith his sport And to his palace home he can resort Ayan the noon. And as that he was set Uith all his noble knyghtis at the met, So cam therin an agit knyght; and hee Of gret esstat semyt for to bee, Anarmyt all, as tho it was the gyss, And thus the King he salust one this wiss. "Shir King, oneto yow am Y sende Frome the worthiest that in world is kend That levyth now of his tyme and age, Of manhed, wisdome, and of hie curag, Galiot, sone of the fare Gyande. And thus, at short, he bidis yow your londe Ye yald hyme ovr, without impedyment Or of hyme holde, and if tribut and rent. This is my charge at short, whilk if youe lest For to fulfill, of al he haith conquest He sais that he most tendir shal youe hald." By short avys the King his ansuer yald: 37 "Schir knycht, your lorde wondir hie pretendis When he to me sic salutatioune sendis; For I as yit, in tymys that ar gone, Held never lond excep of God alone Nore never thinkith til erthly lord to yef Trybut nor rent, als long as I may lef." "Well," quod the knycht, "ful sor repentith me; Non may recist the thing the wich mone bee. To yow, sir King, than frome my lord am I With diffyans sent, and be this resone why: His purpos is, or this day moneth day, With all his ost, planly to assay Your lond with mony manly man of were And helmyt knychtis, boith with sheld and spere And never thinkith to retwrn home whill That he this lond haith conquest at his will And ek Uanour the Quen, of whome that hee Herith report of al this world that shee In fairhed and in vertew doith excede, He bad me say he thinkis to possede." "Schir," quod the King, "your mesag me behufis Of resone and of curtasy excuss; But tueching to your lord and to his ost, His powar, his mesag and his bost, That pretendith my lond for to distroy, Tharof as yit tak I non anoye; And say your lord one my behalf, when hee Haith tone my lond, that al the world shal see That it shal be magré myne entent." With that the knycht, withouten leif, is went, And richt as he was pasing to the dure He saith, "A Gode!What wykyt adventure Apperith!"With that his hors he nome-- Two knichtis kepit, waiting his outcome. The knicht is gon; the King he gan inquere At Gawan and at other knychtis sere If that thei knew or ever hard recorde Of Galiot, and wharof he wes lorde. And ther was non among his knychtis all Which ansuerd o word into the hall. Than Galygantynis of Walys rase, That travelit in diverss londis has, In mony knychtly aventur haith ben. And to the King he saith, "Sir, I have sen Galiot, which is the farest knycht And hiest be half a fut one hycht That ever I saw, and ek his men accordith; Hym lakid nocht that to a lord recordith. For uisare of his ag is non than hee And ful of larges and humylytee. An hart he haith of pasing hie curag And is not twenty-four yer of age. And of his tyme mekil haith conquerit: Ten kingis at his command ar sterit. He uith his men so lovit is, Y gess, That hyme to pless is al ther besynes. 38 Not say I this, sir, into the entent That he, nor none wnder the firmament, Shal pouere have ayane your majestee; And or thei shuld, this Y sey for mee-- Rather I shall knychtly into feild Resave my deith anarmyt wnder sheld. This spek Y lest."The King, ayan the morn, Haith uarnit huntaris baith with hund and horne And arly gan oneto the forest ryd With mony manly knyghtis by his sid Hyme for to sport and comfort with the dere Set contrare was the sesone of the yere His most huntyng was atte wyld bore. God wot a lustye cuntree was it thoore In the ilk tyme.Weil long this noble King Into this lond haith maid his sujornyng. Frome the Lady was send o mesinger Of Melyhalt, wich saith one this maner, As that the story shewith by recorde: "To yow, sir King, as to hir soveran lorde, My lady hath me chargit for to say How that your lond stondith in affray For Galiot, sone of the fare Gyande, Enterit is by armys in your land; And so the lond and cuntré he anoyth That quhar he goith planly he distroyth And makith al obeisand to his honde That nocht is left wnconquest in that lond, Excep two castellis longing to hir cwre, Wich to defend she may nocht long endure. Wharfor, sir, in wordis plan and short, Ye mon dispone your folk for to support." "Wel," quod the King, "oneto thi lady say The neid is myne; I sall it not delay. But what folk ar thei nemmyt for to bee That in my lond is cumyne in sich degree?" "An hundreth thousand boith uith sheld and spere On hors ar armyt, al redy for the were." "Wel," quod the King, "and but delay this nycht, Or than tomorn as that the day is lycht I shal remuf; ther shal nothing me mak Impedyment my jorney for to tak." Than seith his knychtis al with one assent, "Shir, that is al contrare our entent; For to your folk this mater is wnwist And ye ar here ovr few for to recist Yone power and youre cuntré to defende. Tharfor abid and for your folk ye send, That lyk a king and lyk a weriour Ye may susten in armys your honoure." "Now," quod the King, "no langer that I yeme My crowne, my septure, nor my dyademe Frome that I here ore frome I wnderstand That ther by fors be entrit in my land Men of armys, by strenth of vyolens, If that I mak abid or resydens Into o place langar than o nycht For to defend my cuntré and my rycht." The King that day his mesage haith furth sent Throuch al his realme and syne to rest is went. Up goith the morow; wp goith the brycht day; Wp goith the sone into his fresh aray. Richt as he spred his bemys frome northest, The King wprass withouten more arest And by his awn conseil and entent His jornaye tuk at short avysment. And but dulay he goith frome place to place Whill that he cam nere whare the lady was And in one plane apone o rever syde He lichtit doune, and ther he can abide. And yit with hyme to batell fore to go Seven thousand fechteris war thei and no mo. This was the lady, of qwhome befor I tolde That Lancilot haith into hir kepinge holde, But for to tell his pasing hevynesse, His peyne, his sorow, and his gret distresse Of presone and of loves gret suppris, It war to long to me for to devys. When he remembrith one his hevy charge Of love, wharof he can hyme not discharge, He wepith and he sorowith in his chere; And every nyght semyth hyme o yere. Gret peité was the sorow that he maad, And to hymeself apone this wiss he saade: "Qwhat have Y gilt, allace, or qwhat deservit 39 That thus myne hart shal uondit ben and carvit One by the suord of double peine and wo? My comfort and my plesans is ago; To me is nat that shuld me glaid reservit. 40 "I curss the tyme of myne nativitee, Whar in the heven it ordinyd was for me In all my lyve never til have eess But for to be example of disess; And that apperith that every uicht may see. "Sen thelke tyme that I had sufficians Of age and chargit thoghtis sufferans, Nor never I continewite haith o day Without the payne of thoghtis hard assay; Thus goith my youth in tempest and penans. "And now my body is in presone broght, But of my wo, that in regard is noght, 41 The wich myne hart felith evermore. O deth, allace!Whi hath yow me forbore That of remed haith the so long besoght?" 42 Thus nevermore he sesith to compleine, This woful knyght that felith not bot peine So prekith hyme the smert of loves sore And every day encressith more and more. And with this lady takine is also And kepit whar he may nowhare go To haunt knychthed, the wich he most desirit. And thus his hart with dowbil wo yfirite We lat hyme duel here with the lady still Whar he haith laisere for to compleine his fyll. And Galiot in this meynetyme he laie By strong myght o castell to assay With many engyne and diverss wais sere For of fute folk he had a gret powere That bowis bur and uther instrumentis, And with them lede ther palyonis and ther tentis, With mony o strong chariot and cher With yrne qwhelis and barris long and sqwar, Well stuffit with al maner apparell That longith to o sege or to batell, Wharwith his ost was closit al about That of no strenth nedith hyme to dout. And when he hard the cumyne of the King And of his ost and of his gaderyng, The wich he reput but of febil myght Ayanis hyme for to susten the ficht, His consell holl assemblit he, but were, Ten kingis with other lordis sere, And told theme of the cuming of the King And askit them there consell of that thing. Hyme thoght that it his worschip wold degrade If he hymeself in propir persone raide Enarmyt ayane so few menyé As it was told Arthur fore to bee. And thane the Kyng An Hundereth Knychtis cold (And so he hot, for nevermore he wolde Ryd of his lond but in his cumpany O hundyre knyghtis ful of chivellry), He saith, "Shir, ande I one hond tak, If it you pless, this jorney shal I mak." Quod Galiot, "I grant it yow, but ye Shal first go ryd, yone knychtis ost and see." Withouten more he ridith ovr the plan And saw the ost and is returnyd ayann And callit them mo than he hade sen, forwhy He dred the reprefe of his cumpany. And to his lord apone this wys saith hee: "Shir, ten thousand Y ges them for to bee." And Galiot haith chargit hyme to tak Als fell folk and for the feld hyme mak. And so he doith and haith them wel arayt; Apone the morne his banaris war displayt. Up goth the trumpetis with the clariouns; Ayaine the feld blawen furth ther sownis, Furth goth this king with al his ost anon. Be this the word wes to King Arthur gone, That knew nothing, nor wist of ther entent; But sone his folk ar oneto armys went. But Arthur by report hard saye How Galiot non armys bur that day; Wharfor he thoght of armys nor of sheld None wald he tak, nor mak hyme for the feld. But Gawane haith he clepit, was hyme by, In qwhome rignith the flour of chevelry, And told one what maner and one what wyss He shuld his batelles ordand and devys, Beseching hyme wisly to forsee Againe thei folk, wich was far mo than hee. He knew the charg and passith one his way Furth to his horss and makith no dulay. The clariounis blew and furth goth al ononn And ovr the watter and the furd ar gonne. Within o playne upone that other syd, Ther Gawan gon his batellis to devide, As he wel couth, and set them in aray, Syne with o manly contynans can say, "Ye falowis wich of the Round Table benn, Through al this erth whois fam is hard and sen, Remembrith now it stondith one the poynt, Forwhy it lyith one your speris poynt, The wellfare of the King and of our londe; And sen the sucour lyith in your honde And hardement is thing shall most availl Frome deth ther men of armys in bataill, Lat now your manhed and your hie curage The pryd of al thir multitude assuage; Deth or defence, non other thing we wot." This fresch king, that Maleginis was hot, With al his ost he cummyne ovr the plann; And Gawan send o batell hyme agann In myde the berde, and festinit in the stell The sperithis poynt, that bitith scharp and well; Bot al to few thei war and mycht nocht lest This gret rout that cummyth one so fast. Than haith Sir Gawan send, them to support, One othir batell with one knychtly sorte, And syne the thrid, and syne the ferde also; And syne hymeself oneto the feld can go When that he sauch thar latter batell steir, And the ten thousand cummyne, al thei ueir. Qwhar that of armes previt he so well, His ennemys gane his mortall strokis fell. He goith ymong them in his hie curage As he that had of knyghthed the wsage And couth hyme weill conten into o shour; Againe his strok resistit non armour. And mony knycht that worth ware and bolde War thore with hyme of Arthuris houshold And knyghtly gan oneto the feld them bere, And mekil wroght of armys into were. Sir Gawan than upone such wyss hyme bure, This othere goith al to discumfitoure. Sevyne thousand fled and of the feld thei go, Wharof this king into his hart was wo, For of hymeself he was of hie curage. To Galiot than send he in mesag That he shuld help his folk for to defende And he to hyme hath thirté thousand sende, Wharof this king gladith in his hart And thinkith to reveng all the smart That he tofor haith suffirit and the payne. And al his folk returnyt is ayayne Atour the feld and cummyne thilk as haill. The swyft horss goith first to the assall. This noble knyght that seith the grete forss Of armyt men that cummyne upone horss Togiddir semblit al his falowschip And thoght them at the sharp poynt to kep 43 So that thar harmm shal be ful deir yboght. This uthere folk with straucht courss hath socht Out of aray atour the larg felld. Thar was the strokis festnit in the shelde Thei war resavit at the speris end. So Arthuris folk can manfully defend; The formest can thar lyves end conclude. Whar sone assemblit al the multitude, Thar was defens, ther was gret assaill; Richt wonderfull and strong was the bataill Whar Arthuris folk sustenit mekil payn And knychtly them defendit haith againe. Bot endur thei mycht apone no wyss The multitude and ek the gret suppriss. But Gawan, wich that setith al his payn Upone knyghthed, defendid so againe That only in the manhede of this knyght His folk rejosit them of his gret myght, And ek abasit hath his ennemys; For throw the feld he goith in such wyss And in the press so manfully them servith His suerd atwo the helmys al tokervith, The hedis of he be the shouderis smat; 44 The horss goith, of the maister desolat. But what avaleth al his besynes, So strong and so insufferable uas the press? His folk are passit atour the furdis ilkon, Towart ther bretis and to ther luges gon, Whar he and many worthy knyght also Of Arthuris houss endurit mekill wo That never men mar into armys uroght Of manhed; yit was it al for noght. Thar was the strenth, ther was the pasing myght Of Gawan, wich that whill the dirk nyght Befor the luges faucht al hyme alonn, When that his falowis entrit ware ilkonn, On Arthuris half war mony tan and slan. And Galotis folk is hame returnyd againe, For it was lait.Away the ostis ridith, And Gawan yit apone his horss abidith With suerd in hond when thei away uar gon; And so forwrocht hys lymmys uer ilkon And wondit ek his body up and doune, Upone his horss right thore he fel in swoune. And thei hyme tuk and to his lugyne bare. Boith King and Qwen of hyme uare in dispare; For thei supposit, throw marvellis that he uroght, He had hymeself to his confusioune broght. This was nereby of Melyhalt, the hyll Whar Lanscelot yit was with the lady still. The knychtis of the court pasing homme; This ladiis knychtis to hir palice com And told to hir how that the feld was uent And of Gawan and of his hardyment That mervell was his manhed to behold. And sone thir tithingis to the knycht uas told That was with wo and hevyness opprest, So noyith hyme his sujorne and his rest. And but dulay one for o knycht he send That was most speciall with the lady kend. He comyne and the knycht unto hyme said, "Displess you not, sir, be yhe not ill paid, So homly thus I yow exort to go To gare my lady spek o word or two With me that am a carful presonere." "Sir, your commande Y shall, withouten were, Fulfill."And to his lady passit hee, In lawly wyss besiching hir that she Wald grant hyme to pas at his request Unto hir knycht stood wnder hir arest. And she, that knew al gentilless aright, Furth to his chamber passit wight the licht. And he aross and salust curtasly The lady and said, "Madem, her I, Your presoner, besekith yow that yhe Wold mersy and compassione have of me And mak the ransone wich that I may yeif. I waist my tyme in presone thus to leife Forwhy I her on be report be-told That Arthur, with the flour of his housholde, Is cummyne here and in this cuntré lyis And stant in danger of his ennemyis And haith assemblit; and eft this shalt bee Within short tyme one new assemblee. Tharfor, my lady, Y youe grace besech That I mycht pas, my ranson for to fech, Fore I presume thar longith to that sort 45 That lovid me and shal my nede support." "Shire knycht, it stant nocht in sich dugree; 46 It is no ransone wich that causith To holden yow or don yow sich offens. It is your gilt, it is your violens Wharof that I desir nothing but law, Without report, your awnn trespas to knaw." "Madem, your plesance may ye wel fulfill Of me that am in presone at your will. Bot of that gilt I was for til excuss For that I did of verrey nede behwss-- 47 It tuechit to my honore and my fame; I mycht nocht lefe it but hurting of my nam, 48 And ek the knycht was mor to blam than I. But ye, my lady, of your curtessy, Wold ye deden my ransone to resave Of presone so I my libertee myght have, Y ware yolde evermore your knyght Whill that I leif with al my holl myght. And if so be ye lykith not to ma My ransone, if me leif to ga To the assemblé, wich sal be of new; And, as that I am feithful knycht and trew, At nycht to yow I enter shall againe-- But if that deth or other lat certann, Throw wich I have such impediment That I be hold, magré myne entent." "Sir knycht," quod she, "I grant yow leif, withthy Your name to me that ye wil specify." "Madem, as yit sutly I ne may Duclar my name, one be no maner way; But I promyt, als fast as I have tyme Convenient or may uithouten cryme, I shall."And than the lady saith hyme tyll, "And I, schir knycht, one this condiscione will Grant yow leve, so that ye oblist bee For to return as ye have said to me." Thus thei accord.The lady goith to rest. The sone discending closit in the uest. The ferd day was devysit for to bee Betuex the ostis of the assemblee. And Galiot richt arly by the day Ayane the feld he can his folk aray. 49 And fourty thousand armyt men haith he That war not at the othir assemblé Commandit to the batell for to gon. "And I myself," quod he, "shal me dispone Onto the feild againe the thrid day, Wharof this were we shal the end assay." And Arthuris folk that come one every syd, He for the feld can them for to provide, Wich ware to few againe the gret affere Of Galiot yit to susten the were. The knychtis al out of the ceté ross Of Melyholt, and to the semblé gois. And the lady haith, into sacret wyss, Gart for hir knycht and presoner dewyss In red al thing that ganith for the were: His curseir red, so was boith scheld and spere. And he to qwham the presone hath ben smart With glaid desir apone his cursour start. Towart the feld anon he gan to ryd And in o plan hovit one rever syde. This knycht, the wich that long haith ben in cag, He grew into o fresch and new curage, Seing the morow blythfull and amen, The med, the rever and the uodis gren, The knychtis in armys them arayinge, The baneris ayaine the feld displayng. His youth in strenth and in prosperytee And syne of lust the gret adversytee, Thus in his thocht remembryng at the last Efterward one syd he gan his ey to cast Whar ovr a bertes lying haith he sen Out to the feld luking was the Qwen. Sudandly with that his gost astart Of love anone haith caucht hyme by the hart. Than saith he, "How long shall it be so, Love, at yow shall wirk me al this wo, Apone this wyss to be infortunat, Hir for to serve the wich thei no thing wate What sufferance I in hir wo endure 50 Nor of my wo nor of myne adventure? And I wnworthy ame for to attane To hir presens nor dare I noght complane. Bot, hart, sen at yow knawith she is here That of thi lyve and of thi deith is stere, Now is thi tyme, now help thiself at neid And the devod of every point of dred That cowardy be none into the senn; Fore and yow do, yow knowis thi peyne, I weyn. Yow art wnable ever to attane To hir mercy or cum be ony mayne. Tharfor Y red hir thonk at yow disserve 51 Or in hir presens lyk o knycht to sterf." With that confusit with an hevy thocht Which ner his deith ful oft tyme haith hyme socht, Devoydit was his spritis and his gost, He wist not of hymeself nor of his ost Bot one his horss, als still as ony ston. When that the knychtis armyt war ilkon, To warnnyng them up goith the bludy sown And every knyght upone his horss is bown, Twenty thousand armyt men of were. The King that day he wold non armys bere; His batellis ware devysit everilkon And them forbad out ovr the furdis to gon. Bot frome that thei ther ennemys haith sen, Into such wys thei couth them noght sustenn. Bot ovr thei went uithouten more delay And can them one that other sid assay. The Red Knycht still into his hevy thoght Was hufying yit apone the furd and noght Wist of himeself; with that a harrold com And sone the knycht he be the brydill nom Saying, "Awalk!It is no tyme to slep. Your worschip more expedient uare to kep." 52 No word he spak, so prikith hyme the smart Of hevynes that stood unto his hart. Two screwis cam with that, of quhich onn The knychtis sheld rycht frome his hals haith tonn; That uthir watter takith atte last And in the knychtis ventail haith it cast. When that he felt the uatter that uas cold, He wonk and gan about hyme to behold And thinkith how he sumquhat haith mysgonn. With that his spere into his hand haith ton, Goith to the feild withouten uordis more. So was he uare whare that there cam before, O manly man he was into al thing And clepit was the Ferst-Conquest King. The Red Knycht with spuris smat the sted; The tother cam that of hyme hath no drede. With ferss curag ben the knychtis met. The king his spere apone the knycht hath set That al in peciss flaw into the felde. His hawbrek helpit, suppos he had no scheld. And he the king into the scheld haith ton That horss and man boith to the erd ar gon. Than to the knycht he cummyth, that haith tan His sheld, to hyme deliverith it ayane, Besiching hyme that of his ignorance, That knew hyme nat, as takith no grevance. The knycht his scheld but mor delay haith tak And let hyme go and nothing to hyme spak. Than thei the wich that so at erth haith sen Ther lord, the Ferst-Conquest King, Y menn, In haist thei cam, as that thei uar agrevit; And manfully thei haith ther King relevit. And Arthuris folk, that lykith not to byde, In goith the spuris in the stedis syde. Togiddir thar assemblit al the ost, At whois meting many o knycht was lost. The batell was richt crewell to behold, Of knychtis wich that haith there lyvis yolde. Oneto the hart the spere goith throw the scheld; The knychtis gaping lyith in the feld. The Red Knycht, byrnyng in loves fyre, Goith to o knycht als swift as ony vyre, The wich he persit throuch and throuch the hart. The spere is went; with that anon he start 53 And out o suerd into his hond he tais. Lyk to o lyone into the feld he gais, Into his rag smyting to and fro: Fro sum the arm, fro sum the nek in two; Sum in the feild lying is in swoun, And sum his suerd goith to the belt al dounne. For qwhen that he beholdith to the Qwen, Who had ben thore his manhed to have sen, His doing into armys and his myght, Shwld say in world war not such o wight. His falouschip siche comfort of his dede Haith ton that thei ther ennemys ne dreid But can themself ay manfoly conten 54 Into the stour that hard was to susten. For Galyot was o pasing multitude Of previt men in armys that war gude, The wich can with o fresch curag assaill Ther ennemys that day into batell, That ne ware not the uorschip and manhede Of the Red Knycht, in perell and in dreid Arthuris folk had ben, uithouten uere. Set thei uar good, thei uar of smal powere. 55 And Gawan, wich gart bryng hymeself befor To the bertes, set he was uondit sore, Whar the Qwen uas and whar that he mycht see The manere of the ost and assemblé. And when that he the gret manhed haith sen Of the Red Knycht, he saith oneto the Qwen, "Madem, yone knycht into the armys rede, Nor never I hard nore saw into no sted O knycht, the wich that into schortar space In armys haith mor forton nore mor grace, Nore bettir doith boith with sper and scheild; He is the hed and comfort of our feild." "Now, sir, I traist that never more uas sen No man in feild more knyghtly hyme conten. I pray to Hyme that everything hath cure, Saif hyme fro deth or wykit adventure." The feild it was rycht perellus and strong On boith the sydis and continewit long, Ay from the sone the uarldis face gan licht Whill he was gone and cumyne uas the nycht. And than o forss thei mycht it not asstart: On every syd behovit them depart. The feild is don and ham goith every knycht; And prevaly, unwist of any wicht, The way the Red Knycht to the ceté taiis, As he had hecht, and in his chambre gais. When Arthure hard how the knycht is gon, He blamyt sore his lordis everilkone; And oft he haith remembrit in his thoght What multitud that Galiot had broght. Seing his folk that ware so evil arayt, Into his mynd he stondith al affrayt And saith, "I traist ful suth it sal be founde, My drem richt as the clerkis gan expounde; Forwhy my men failyeis now at neid Myself, my londe, in perell and in dreide." And Galiot upone hie worschip set, And his consell anon he gart be fet. To them he saith, "With Arthur weil ye see How that it stant and to qwhat degré, Aganis ws that he is no poware. Wharfor, me think, no worschip to ws ware In conqueryng of hyme nor of his londe; He haith no strenth, he may ws not uithstonde. Wharfor, me think it best is to delay And resput hyme for a tuelmonneth day 56 Whill that he may assemble al his myght; Than is mor worschip aganis hyme to ficht." And thus concludit, thoght hyme for the best. 57 The uery knychtis passing to there rest; Of Melyholt the ladeis knychtis ilkone 58 Went home and to hir presens ar thei gon, At qwhome ful sone than gan scho to inquere And al the maner of the ostis till spere: How that it went and in what maner wyss, Who haith most worschip and who is most to pryss. "Madem," quod thei, "o knycht was in the Of red was al his armour and his shield-- Whois manhed can al otheris exced; feild May nan report in armys half his deid; Ne wor his worschip, shortly to conclud, Our folk of help had ben al destitud. He haith the thonk, the uorschip in hyme lyis That we the feld defendit in sich wyss." The lady thane oneto hirself haith thocht, "Whether is yone my presonar ore noght, The suthfastness that shal Y wit onon." When every wight unto ther rest war gon She clepith one hir cwsynes ful nere, 59 Wich was to hir most speciall and dere, And saith to hir, "Qwhethar if yone bee Our presoner, my consell is we see." With that the maden in hir hand hath ton O torche and to the stabille ar thei gon And fond his sted lying at the ground, Wich wery was, ywet with mony wounde. The maden saith, "Upone this horss is sen He in the place quhar strokis was hath benn; And yhit the horss, it is nocht wich that hee Furth with hyme hade," the lady said; "per Dee, He usyt haith mo horss than one or two. I red oneto his armys at we go." Tharwith oneto his armys ar thei went. Thei fond his helm, thei fond his hawbrek rent; Thei fond his scheld was fruschit al to nocht. At schort, his armour in sich wyss uas urocht In every place that no thing was left haill Nore never eft accordith to bataill. Than saith the lady to hir cusyness, "What sal we say, what of this mater gess?" "Madem, I say thei have nocht ben abwsyt; He that them bur, schortly he has them usyt." "That may ye say, suppos the best that levis Or most of worschip intil armys previs Or yhit haith ben in ony tyme befornn, Had them in feld, in his mast curag, bornn." 60 "Now," quod the lady, "will we pass and see The knycht hymeself and ther the suth may we Knaw of this thing."Incontynent them boith Thir ladeis unto his chambre goith. The knycht al wery fallyng was on slep; This maden passith in and takith kep. Sche sauch his brest with al his schowderis bare That bludy war and woundit her and thare. His face was al tohurt and al toschent; His nevis swellyng war and al torent. Sche smylyt a lyt and to hir lady said, "It semyth weill this knycht hath ben assaid." 61 The lady sauch and rewit in hir thoght The knychtis worschip wich that he haith uroght. In hire remembrance Loves fyré dart With hot desyre hir smat oneto the hart. And than a quhill, withouten wordis mo, Into hir mynd thinking to and fro, She studeit so and at the last abraid Out of hir thocht and sudandly thus said. "Withdraw," quod she, "one syd a lyt the lyght Or that I pass that I may kyss the knyght." "Madem," quod sche, "what is it at ye menn? Of hie worschip ovr mekill have ye senn So sone to be supprisit with o thoght. What is it at yhe think?Preswm ye noght That if yon knycht wil walkin and persaif He shal tharof nothing bot evill consaif, In his entent ruput yow therby The ablare to al lychtness and foly? And blam the more al utheris in his mynd If your gret wit in sich desire he fynde?" "Nay," quod the lady, "nothing may I do, For sich o knycht may be defam me to." "Madem, I wot that for to love yone knycht-- Considir his fame, his worschip and his mycht-- And to begyne as worschip wil devyss, Syne he ayaine mycht love yow one such wyss And hold yow for his lady and his love, It war to yow no maner of reprwe. But quhat if he appelit be and thret His hart to love and elliswhar yset? And wel Y wot, madem, if it be so, His hart hyme sal not suffir to love two, For noble hart wil have no dowbilness. If it be so, yhe tyne yowr lov, I gess. Than is yourself, than is your love refusit, Your fam is hurt, your gladness is conclusit. My consell is therfore you to absten Whill that to yow the verray rycht be senn Of his entent, the wich ful son yhe may Have knawlag if yow lykith to assay." So mokil to hir lady haith she uroght 62 That at that tyme she haith returnyt hir thocht And to hir chambre went, withouten more, Whar love of new assaith hir ful sore. So well long thei speking of the knycht, Hir cusynace hath don al at she mycht For to expel that thing out of hir thocht. It wil not be.Hir labour is for nocht. Now leif we hir into hir newest pan, And to Arthur we wil retwrn agann. |
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armed valor press of battle yielded; (see note) detained why I disregard them relate fully long think bitter and fierce (see note) a great gathering wars by Between; agreement end peacefully high above; (see note) for his labors in love lady's favor accepted which subject beseech; (see note) greatest author; for support Flower of poets In our rhyming judge it presumptuous who stands in reverence vivid writing; Latin celebrated will be [one] like him delightful pleasant phrase (see note) (see note); pleasant warmth various colors boughs plants; flowers made their nests pleasant season In (see note) excellent were it chanced that; (see note) Stayed At which; in; hear Annoyed intensify deign to go (see note) hearing after brief consideration asserted depart; intended dream apparition from; head; hair bald troubled was able related (see note) stomach; whole (see note) Because of; sprang up Startled and terrified in the morning given give heed worthless; efficacy Early; had summoned to him worry Concerning; 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(see note) iron wheels; square stocked; equipment pertains fear coming host; mustering considered Against whole; without a doubt various It seemed to him in [his own] person rode a host so small in number (see note) called was named without [having] hundred undertake more [ado]; field again because reproof many marshalled banners (see note) Across; sounds By [means of] understood by rumor heard it said carried head for the field called flower arrange and array his troops prepare For that army; more delay at once ford forces knew how Then; countenance companions fame; heard; seen on the brink Wherefore since courage; help [to keep] these lessen know bold; called; (see note) a battalion (see note) spear's hold out against army battalion; knightly band then; third; fourth to the field went (see note) were he proved himself (see note) who had practised knighthood (see note) worthy there conduct themselves greatly; in war conducted himself defeat from the battlefield in; sorrowful rejoiced suffering again thick attack who sees assembled loss; dearly paid for direct charge; gone In a disorderly manner throughout delivered greeted first assault difficult much defended themselves in return in no way also; injury who devoted all his efforts To courage army rejoiced in also humbled through in the thick of battle cuts up deprived exertion battle across the fords parapet; tents much sorrow did greater deeds in arms courage surpassing until the dark tents fought all by himself each one Arthur's side; taken; slain late remains exhausted with toil there; a swoon lodging wrought death (see note) go home had gone valor courage tidings sorrow and sadness troubles without delay favorably by; known ill-pleased directly cause my lady to speak wretched prisoner; (see note) without a doubt went gracious manner go [who] was in her custody (see note) greeted beseech (see note); give live (see note) best from battle go; get Who rumor desire; satisfy I was blameless concerned deign; receive I would be dedicated [as] As long as I live make give me leave to go shall; shortly Unless; obstacle in spite of; (see note) provided that truly; (see note) promise; as soon wickedness you are bound agree sets fourth Between the armies; battle quite early in encounter; (see note) plan [to go] war; undertake performance emerged from the city battle secret Had . . . prepared are useful for war warhorse whom; painful on his warhorse leapt waited; river confinement morning; delightful; pleasant meadow; woods desire aside; eye parapet; (see note) (see note) that who however; knows lot lament since that Who; life; ruler rid yourself cowardice; seen in you if; I suppose (see note) die; (see note) Departed; thoughts; soul knew To warn; sound ready war arranged every one over the fords from (the time) that In this way fight in lingering Knew; herald took Awake afflicts; pain grief (see note) neck; taken at the (see note) water blinked gone astray taken aware called; (see note) struck the horse other; (see note) flew even though; (see note) in; taken (i.e., struck) ground who had taken because of to take no offense without; (see note) on the ground distressed rescued stand around steed's charged given up heart open-mouthed; (see note) (see note) sword; takes lion; goes In; rage From swoon when he looks upon there; courage deeds of arms a person companions such; from taken; do not fear In the combat; endure Galiot's; great proven Who in So that were it not for without a doubt who had himself brought parapet; although; wounded army; battle in the red armor heard; in any place in a shorter time success; prowess leader trust bear himself Save; accident [fighting on the] field lasted Ever since; world's Until then perforce; avoid they had to withdraw homeward secretly; unknown by any person city takes promised; goes every one harshly treated disturbed completely true just as (see note) on high honor fixed his mind council; he had summoned well what force it seems to me; honor Until weary; go From whom; she to ask about to be esteemed Whose courage half of what he did Were it not for entirely lacking thanks that [man] truth; know soon had gone Whether that man might be decision taken on bloodied On [the evidence of] where sword-strokes not the one that by God has used advise; that coat of mail slashed smashed In short; worked upon undamaged after would be of use in battle female relative misused wore for a short time although; lives truth Immediately; (see note) Of these ladies had fallen asleep goes in and observes saw; shoulders here and there wounded; disfigured; (see note) fists were swollen; cut up little saw; pitied wrought struck more pondered; started aside; a little; (see note) Before I go that you say too much; seen overwhelmed by that awaken and perceive infer opinion regard more capable of; frivolity (see note) [a cause of] dishonor as honor will prescribe [And] then he in return It would be; disgrace (see note) know two-timing you will lose ended withhold yourself Until; true nature it pleases you to try turned away without more ado anew assails speak female relative; that eliminate leave; in; 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