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Quene that yunge mane I was, I travalyt oft in sere place, Sic thing in my yuthe to lere Quharewith myn elde I mycht stere. And drew me to gud mene, pardé, Thocht lytil thareof be bydyne one me.1 The travalouris thane custume had, That al day yed ore rad And for travale ware wery, Quhene thai come til thar herbry, And namely fra thai mycht it se, Quhethyr that it ware scho ore he, Hat or hud tak of ore clath, The rycht fut of the sterape rath,2 And to Sancte Julyane devotly A Paternoster say in hy, In hope that al gud herbry suld haf, That in sik wyse it suld crafe. Sic hope into Sancte Julyane The travalouris thane had tane, As mony men yet are That sammyne oysis here and thare.3 Bot, for that fele ma thane ane Haly mene are callit Julyane, I yarnyt to wyt quhilk was he Men socht in sic necessyté, And sa his story I fand al hale, As til yow here tel I sall. [Omitted here are lines 29-228, comprising the rest of the poet's Prologue and the legends of Saints Julian of Le Mans, Julian of Brioude, and Julian the Deacon.] Yhete in this stoury find we ane, That als wes callyt Julyane, That fadyr and modir bath sleucht, His unwitting: that wrocht hyme wocht.4 This Julyane wes of nobile kene, And had mykil warldis wyne. And hapnyt hyme in youthhede That he a day til huntis yede. And quhene he had socht oure the land, A gret hart and fare he fand; Thane Julyane rycht besyly Folouyt this hart al anerly. And sa at the laste that best Turnyt agane, and mad areste, And sad: "Quhy chasis thu me swa, Wykyt man, that thi fadir sal sla, And als thi modir of thi hande Sal de be dynt of bytande brand?" Quhene this was sad, he was sary, And dred thai wordis gretumely, That the hart had sad hyme til. Forthi he dresyt hale his wil5 To leve the land al prively; And as he thocht, he dyd in hy. Thane one his way sone yed he Furth in a fere cunctré, Sa nane hyme knew, na he nane;6 Forethi arest thare has he tane. With his service to wyne gud thane He thocht, sene he was manly mane.7 Thane to the prince of the cunctré Sone he socht; and quhene that he Wyst quhare he wes and with hyme met, Rycht curtasly he has hyme gret, And sad, "Sir, and it be youre wil, Lele service I wald mak you til, And at youre wil tak of yow fe." The prince sad, "Welcume thu be!" And hyme resavit thankfully, And gret gyftis gef hyme in hy. Thane this Julyane, that was wicht, Sa wele in palace and in fycht Enplesit his prince, that he hym mad Knycht -- sic luf til hyme he had -- And gert hyme wed a yung lady, That had castel and syngnory. Sa that he worth mychtty mane Thru gud and prowes that he wane, And lang tyme led gud lyfe, And gat fare barnis one his wyfe. Bot his fadyre in the mene tyme And his modir in mykil pyne Lifit, fra tha thare barne tynt, Fore thai cuth nothir cese na stynt To sek hyme bath fere and nere.8 Tho thai of riches mychtty were, Bot thareof nathing thai rocht, Bot al levyt and thare sone socht, Waferand fra place to place, Til that it hapnyt thame one case To that castel ayrly to care, That thare sone aucht, and syne his ayre.9 And that mornyng Julyane was Gane to the feld hym to refres, Unhaply in the sythware, Lytil before that thai come thare. And sone the laydy had thame sene, And saw thame honest folk and clene, And franyt quhat thare willis ware, And quhat thai socht that tyme thare. Fore scho had hard hyre husband tel Al hale the case as it befel, Thame resavyt scho tendyrly, And, fore thai ware ful wery, Scho gert thare fet be dycht fyrste, Syne lad thame in a bed to reste, And bad thame slepe and mery ma, For scho wald to the chapil ga. And sa scho dyd, and levyt tham, stil Slepand soft at thare wil. And as this thing done was, Julyane come fra his solas, And forwenyt of his wyf,10 But areste come belyf, Trewand thane foroutyne wene That scho in hyre bad had bene. With that the curtyng upe he wavit, And twa lyand has persavyt, That he mysknew, fore thai ware hyd; Tharefor gret sorow til hym tyd, For he wend it had bene sum mane, That had his wyf defowlyt thane. Forthi of ire he was sa hat, That he al resone had forget, And in that wodnes, ore he stynt, A scharpe swerd owt he hynt. Thane fadir and modir in that sted, In his wodnes, he slew ded. And as the ded donne was, The yunge laydy come fra the Mes, And fand hyre lord wrath wondirly; Thane the cause speryt scho in hy. Bot quhene he had hiss wyf sene, Gret wondir put away his tene, And sad til hyr: "I pray thee, say, Quhat ware yone twa in myn bed lay? For I trewit it had bene a fere, Thu had than me fore mare dere."11 Thane til hyme smyland scho sad, "Thai twa, that tharein I lad, Youre fadyre and youre modir are, That fare has socht you with hart sare. Tharfore I beysit me til es Thame in althing and to ples." Fra that he had hard this tale, His wit he tynt nere for bale, And into swonyng fele as ded; And scho one hyme fel in that sted. Thane watir one thame men can caste, And thai ourecome at the last. Thane has scho hyme in armis tane, And sad til hyme: "My dere lemmane, Quhat amovit you this to fare? Tel me, and nathinge with me spare!" Thane sad he: "My laydy gud, Quhat wondir is thocht I be woud? In hart haf I sa mekil wa That myself me byrd to sla; Preysand with Fortone for to stryf, And now has put bath ofe lyf Fadir and modir fellounly!12 Allace! That evire borne wes I, For to be callit the wykiste Fra suth to north, fra est to weste -- For of my ded sa cruele The warld sal nevire cese to tel. Allace! I thocht nocht fore to thryfe, With Fortone quhen I began to strife. I gaf na treutht that it suld be Suth, the hart had sad til me;13 And now fulfillyt has in dede The thing that I sa sare cane dred; Tharefore I levyt kithe and kyne, And yet this wrak is falline in. Tharefore farewele, systir swet; For with thee sal I nevire met, Bot ay . . . nycht and day, Til Jhesu Criste, that mychttis may, My pennance tak and rew of me!" Thane wes gret pité fore to se How his wyf hyme in armis hynt, Gretand sa fast that scho na stynt, And sad til hyme: "Swet lord dere, Quhat, wene ye to leve me here? Na, forsuth, it beis nocht swa, Bot quhare thu gais, I sal ga, And wa with thee thole als wele14 As evire I tholyt welth or wele, And of thi pane partenare be, As I of joy has bene with thee." A new dysese thane can he tak, Seand his wyf sic sorou mak; Na hyre purpos he chang ne mycht Nothir for prayere na for mycht. Thane passyt thai furth, waverand, A gret revire til thai fand, Quharein fele drownyt ayre and lat, For thare was nothir bryg na bat. Thane he and scho, that mychtty ware Of gold and silvir, wald nocht spare,15 Bot ane hospytale mad but were One the bank of that rivere, Quharin al that had nede Thai herbryt wele, and can tham fede. And al that wald the watir pas -- For he mekile man and stark wes -- Quhene thai come nycht or day, He bare thame oure but delay. And tharewith als in chastyté Devotly lifyt his wyf and he. And quhene thai lang had led sic lyf Thankful to God, he and his wyfe, It hapnyt hyme al wery In til his bed a nycht to ly,16 Quhene sa gret falline wes the snaw, That nane mycht the yerd knaw, And wele gret was the frost withal. About mydnycht he hard ane cal Ful pytuisly one hyme be name, And gretand sad: "Ryse, Julyane, And oure this watir thu bere me That in poynt is to peryst be!" Thane Julyane na dwelling mad, Bot furth he rane but abad, And fand a yunge barne in that stede, That fore cald nere wes ded; For he wes myssele and sare seke, And ilke bale cane uthyre eke, That Julyane hyme bethocht That he the watir pas wald nocht With this chyld, til he warmyt ware. Forthi sone he hynt hyme thare, And to his ostel has hyme borne, And mad a fyre sone hyme beforne. Bot, fore na fyr he mycht mak, The child na kyndly het cuth tak.17 Thane for dowt the barne suld spil, He mad a bed and bare hyme til, And happyt hyme ful tendirly, And wele lang tyme let hyme ly. And quhen cummyne wes the day, Julyane come quhare he lay, And fand hyme yet lyand clede, As he had lad hyme in his bede. He bad hyme ryse, fore it wes day, Gyf he had hast of his way. The chyld semyt than fere mare clere Thane is the sowne in myd yere, That wes before al myslary And gret seknes ful ugly. For of his face come a leme As it had bene a sonebeme. With that he passit ful rath in Hevine, And til his hoste sad in swet stevine: "Gud Julyane, God has send me To comfort and to say to thee, That thi pennance sa thankful is, That He til thee al hale this myse Forgyfine has quyt and fre. And alsa bad me sa to thee, That thu sowne, and thi folow bath, Sal til Hyme cum in Hevine ful rath, Quhare ye sal bruk the gret blyse, That He as grantyt til al his, And namely for thu set thi wil Til herbry al that come thee til. Forthi thai at in name of thee Askis herbry, sal herbryit be, And be wele esyt at the lest, Suppos thai haf nocht plesand fest."18 The angel than of his sycht Vanyst, and he with al mycht Lowyt fast God of His bounté, That let hyme sa His angel se. Sancte Julyane than and his wyf To God led thai sa thankful lyfe -- That thare dedis sa wele can stere The lytil tyme that tha lifit here -- That one a day and in ane houre19 Thai deyt, and til oure Saveoure Sa quemful, that, rycht as thai twa Has tholyt here bath wele and wa, Sa togydyre He thame brocht Til His gret blyse, that falis nocht. The quhilk fore His debonare wil He grantyt us al to cum til.

When; (see note); (t-note) many (various) Such With which to guide my old age then walked or rode were When; to; lodging the moment when Whether; she Say the Lord's Prayer quickly should such manner; crave (desire) (see note) because many more than one yearned to know which sought so; found; complete shall (see note) Yet; (t-note) also (see note) (see note) kin; (see note) worldly joy happened [to] him (it came about) one day to hunting went over (throughout) A great and fair hart actively alone beast (creature) stopped said: "Why . . ."; so shall slay; (t-note) die by blow of [your] sharp sword; (see note); (t-note) dreaded (feared) those; greatly; (see note) secretly intended; haste at once far country; (t-note) dwelling-place; taken (see note) sought out Knew where greeted said, "Sir, if it . . ." Loyal; would; to you wages received strong fight (war) Pleased caused (arranged for) him [to]; (t-note) estate became; (t-note) wealth and honor; won begot fair children (see note) Then (at that time); (see note) for that; cared left everything Wandering to them by chance; (t-note) early to arrive; (see note) (see note) to refresh himself (i.e., exercise); (see note) Unfortunately, in the meantime immediately recognized them [as] asked what were seeking; (see note) Because; heard The story all wholly received She first caused their bath to be prepared; (see note) Then laid make go sport (diversion) (see note) Without stopping; quickly Believing; without doubt curtain; lifted; (see note) two lying [there]; perceived did not recognize; hidden befell thought defiled; (see note) with anger; (t-note) forgotten madness, before he stopped took place struck deed; (t-note) Mass found; terribly angry asked; quickly amazement; anger [he] said to; (see note) Those two [a] sad heart busied myself to comfort When; (t-note) nearly lost for sorrow as [one] dead place began to came to (recovered) taken loved one caused; behave thus spare me nothing (see note) though (if); mad such great woe I ought to kill myself (see note) (t-note) most wicked (t-note) bitterly did fear For that reason I left kindred and family vengeance is coming to pass meet always; (t-note) who can perform mighty acts Accepts my penance and has pity on me took Weeping so hard think in truth; will not be pain partner (t-note) distress wandering Wherein many; early and late bridge nor boat (see note) without doubt Wherein lodged wished to cross over the water great; strong over without (see note); (t-note) such Pleasing recognize the courtyard; (see note) so great heard someone call by weeping over Who am about to perish; (t-note) tarrying without delay young child; place; (see note) cold nearly leper and grievously ill each trouble increased the other So that Julian thought to himself cross over (t-note) Therefore; took hostelry; carried fear; die; (t-note) carried covered come clothed laid If he was in a hurry to be on his way far more bright [riddled with] leprosy; (see note) [because of his] great illness ray of light As [if] rose quickly into Heaven said; voice acceptable completely; sin altogether and freely say soon both you and your spouse; (see note) Heaven enjoy has especially because shelter they that from; (t-note) Vanished Praised greatly; goodness (t-note) [Were] so pleasing; (t-note) experienced fails through; gracious may He grant; (see note)