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Jhesu Cryste, yn Trynyté, Oonly God and persons thre,    Graunt us wele to spede, And gyf us grace so to do That we may come thy blys unto,    On Rode as thou can blede! Leve lordys, y schall you telle Of a tale, some tyme befelle    Farre yn unknowthe lede: How a lady had grete myschefe, And how sche covyrd of hur grefe;    Y pray yow take hede!     Some tyme there was in Almayn An Emperrour of moche mayn;    Syr Dyoclysyan he hyght; He was a bolde man and a stowte; All Chrystendome of hym had dowte,    So stronge he was in fyght; He dysheryted many a man, And falsely ther londys wan,    Wyth maystry and wyth myght, Tyll hyt befelle upon a day, A warre wakenyd, as y yow say,    Betwene hym and a knyght.     The Erle of Tollous, Syr Barnard, The Emperrour wyth hym was harde,    And gretly was hys foo. He had rafte owt of hys honde Three hundred poundys worth be yere of londe:    Therfore hys herte was woo. He was an hardy man and a stronge, And sawe the Emperour dyd hym wronge,    And other men also; He ordeyned hym for batayle Into the Emperours londe, saun fayle; And there he began to brenne and sloo.     Thys Emperour had a wyfe, The fayrest oon that evyr bare lyfe,    Save Mary mekyll of myght, And therto gode in all thynge, Of almesdede and gode berynge,    Be day and eke be nyght; Of hyr body sche was trewe As evyr was lady that men knewe,    And therto moost bryght. To the Emperour sche can say: "My dere lorde, y you pray,    Delyvyr the Erle hys ryght."     "Dame," he seyde, "let that bee; That day schalt thou nevyr see,    Yf y may ryde on ryght, That he schall have hys londe agayne; Fyrste schall y breke hys brayne,    Os y am trewe knyght! He warryth faste in my londe; I schall be redy at hys honde    Wythyn thys fourteen nyght!" He sente abowte everywhare, That all men schulde make them yare    Agayne the Erle to fyght.     He let crye in every syde, Thorow hys londe ferre and wyde,    Bothe in felde and towne, All that myght wepon bere, Sworde, alablast, schylde, or spere,    They schoulde be redy bowne; The Erle on hys syde also Wyth forty thousand and moo    Wyth spere and schylde browne. A day of batayle there was sett; In felde when they togedur mett,    Was crakydde many a crowne.     The Emperour had bataylys sevyn; He spake to them wyth sterne stevyn    And sayde, so mot he thryve, "Be ye now redy for to fyght, Go ye and bete them downe ryght    And leveth non on lyve; Loke that none raunsonyd bee Nothyr for golde ne for fee,    But sle them wyth swerde and knyfe!" For all hys boste he faylyd gyt; The Erle manly hym mett,    Wyth strokys goode and ryfe.     They reryd batayle on every syde; Bodely togedyr can they ryde,    Wyth schylde and many a spere; They leyde on faste as they were wode, Wyth swerdys and axes that were gode;    Full hedeous hyt was to here. There were schyldys and schaftys schakydde, Hedys thorogh helmys crakydde,    And hawberkys all totore. The Erle hymselfe an axe drowe; An hundred men that day he slowe,    So wyght he was yn were!     Many a stede there stekyd was; Many a bolde baron in that place    Lay burlande yn hys own blode. So moche blode there was spylte, That the feld was ovyrhylte    Os hyt were a flode. Many a wyfe may sytt and wepe, That was wonte softe to slepe,    And now can they no gode. Many a body and many a hevyd, Many a doghty knyght there was levyd,    That was wylde and wode.     The Erle of Tollous wan the felde; The Emperour stode and behelde:    Wele faste can he flee To a castell there besyde. Fayne he was hys hedde to hyde,    And wyth hym Erlys thre; No moo forsothe scapyd away, But they were slayn and takyn that day:    Hyt myght non othyr bee. The Erle tyll nyght folowed the chace, And sythen he thanked God of hys grace,    That syttyth in Trynyté.     There were slayne in that batayle Syxty thousand, wythowte fayle,    On the Emperours syde; Ther was takyn thre hundred and fyfty Of grete lordys, sekyrly,    Wyth woundys grymly wyde; On the Erlys syde ther were slayne But twenty, sothely to sayne,    So boldely they can abyde! Soche grace God hym sende That false quarell cometh to evell ende    For oght that may betyde.     Now the Emperour ys full woo: He hath loste men and londe also;    Sore then syghed hee; He sware be Hym that dyed on Rode, Mete nor drynke schulde do hym no gode,    Or he vengedde bee. The Emperes seyde, "Gode lorde, Hyt ys better ye be acorde    Be oght that y can see; Hyt ys grete parell, sothe to telle, To be agayne the ryght quarell;    Be God, thus thynketh me!"     "Dame," seyde the Emperoure,    "Y have a grete dyshonoure;    Therfore myn herte ys woo; My lordys be takyn, and some dede; Therfore carefull ys my rede:    Sorowe nye wyll me sloo." Then seyde Dame Beulybon: "Syr, y rede, be Seynt John,    Of warre that ye hoo; Ye have the wronge and he the ryght, And that ye may see in syght,    Be thys and othyr moo."     The Emperour was evyll payde: Hyt was sothe the lady sayde;    Therfore hym lykyd ylle, He wente awey and syghed sore; Oon worde spake he no more,    But held hym wonder stylle. Leve we now the Emperour in thoght: Game ne gle lyked hym noght,    So gretly can he grylle! And to the Erle turne we agayn, That thanked God wyth all hys mayn,    That grace had sende hym tylle.     The Erle Barnard of Tollous Had fele men chyvalrous    Takyn to hys preson; Moche gode of them he hadde; Y can not telle, so God me gladde,    So grete was ther raunsome! Among them alle had he oon, Was grettest of them everychon,    A lorde of many a towne, Syr Trylabas of Turky The Emperour hym lovyd, sekurly,    A man of grete renowne.     So hyt befell upon a day The Erle and he went to play    Be a rever syde. The Erle seyde to Trylabas, "Telle me, syr, for Goddys grace,    Of a thyng that spryngyth wyde, That youre Emperour hath a wyfe, The fayrest woman that ys on lyfe,    Of hewe and eke of hyde. Y swere by boke and by belle, Yf sche be so feyre as men telle,    Mekyll may be hys pryde."     Then sayde that lord anon ryght, "Be the ordre y bere of knyght,    The sothe y schall telle the: To seeke the worlde more and lesse, Bothe Crystendome and hethynnesse,    Ther ys none so bryght of blee. Whyte as snowe ys hur coloure; Hur rudde ys radder then the rose-floure,    Yn syght who may hur see; All men that evyr God wroght Myght not thynke nor caste in thoght    A fayrer for to bee."     Then seyde the Erle, "Be Goddys grace, Thys worde in mornyng me mas.    Thou seyest sche ys so bryght; Thy raunsom here y the forgeve, My helpe, my love, whyll y leve    Therto my trowthe y plyght, So that thou wylt brynge me Yn safegarde for to bee,    Of hur to have a syght, An hundred pownde, wyth grete honoure, To bye the horses and ryche armoure,    Os y am trewe knyght!"     Than answeryd Syr Trylabas, "Yn that covenaunt in thys place    My trowthe y plyght thee; Y schall holde thy forward gode To brynge the, wyth mylde mode,    In syght hur for to see; And therto wyll y kepe counsayle And nevyr more, wythowte fayle,    Agayne yow to bee; Y schall be trewe, be Goddys ore, To lose myn own lyfe therfore;    Hardely tryste to mee!"     The Erle answeryd wyth wordys hende: "Y tryste to the as to my frende,    Wythowte any stryfe; Anon that we were buskyd yare, On owre jurney for to fare,    For to see that wyfe; Y swere be God and Seynt Andrewe, Yf hyt be so y fynde the trewe,    Ryches schall be to the ryfe." They lettyd nothyr for wynde not wedur, 1 But forthe they wente bothe togedur,    Wythowte any stryfe.     These knyghtys nevyr stynte nor blanne, Tyll to the cyté that they wan,    There the Emperes was ynne. The Erle hymselfe for more drede Cladde hym in armytes wede,    Thogh he were of ryche kynne, For he wolde not knowen bee. He dwellyd there dayes three    And rested hym in hys ynne. The knyght bethoght hym, on a day, The gode Erle to betray;    Falsely he can begynne.     Anone he wente in a rese To chaumbur to the Emperes,    And sett hym on hys knee; He seyde, "Be Hym that harowed helle, He kepe yow fro all parelle,    Yf that Hys wylle bee!" "Madam," he seyde, "be Jhesus, Y have the Erle of Tollous;    Oure moost enemye ys hee." "Yn what maner," the lady can say, "Ys he comyn, y the pray?    Anone telle thou me."     "Madam, y was in hys preson; He hath forgevyn me my raunsom,    Be God full of myght - And all ys for the love of the! The sothe ys, he longyth yow to see,    Madam, onys in syght! And hundred pownde y have to mede, And armour for a nobull stede;    Forsothe y have hym hyght That he schall see yow at hys fylle, Ryght at hys owne wylle;    Therto my trowthe y plyght.     Lady, he ys to us a foo; Therfore y rede that we hym sloo;    He hath done us gret grylle." The lady seyde, "So mut y goo, Thy soule ys loste yf thou do so;    Thy trowthe thou schalt fulfylle, Sythe he forgaf the thy raunsom And lowsydd the owt of preson,    Do away thy wyckyd wylle!     To-morne when they rynge the masbelle, Brynge hym into my chapelle,    And thynke thou on no false sleythe; There schall he see me at hys wylle, Thy covenaunt to fulfylle;    Y rede the holde thy trowthe! Certys, yf thou hym begyle, Thy soule ys in grete paryle,    Syn thou haste made hym othe; Certys, hyt were a traytory, For to wayte hym wyth velany;    Me thynkyth hyt were rowthe!"     The knyght to the Erle wente; Yn herte he helde hym foule schente    For hys wyckyd thoght. He seyde, "Syr, so mote y the, Tomorne thou schalt my lady see;    Therfore, dysmay the noght: When ye here the masbelle, Y schall hur brynge to the chapelle;    Thedur sche schall be broght. Be the oryall syde stonde thou stylle; Then schalt thou see hur at thy wylle,    That ys so worthyly wroght."     The Erle sayde, "Y holde the trewe, And that schall the nevyr rewe,    As farre forthe as y may." Yn hys herte he waxe gladde: "Fylle the wyne," wyghtly he badde,    "Thys goyth to my pay!" There he restyd that nyght; On the morne he can hym dyght    Yn armytes array; When they ronge to the masse, To the chapell conne they passe,    To see that lady gay.     They had stonden but a whyle, The mowntaunse of halfe a myle,    Then came that lady free; Two erlys hur ladde; Wondur rychely sche was cladde,    In golde and ryche perré. Whan the Erle sawe hur in syght, Hym thoght sche was as bryght    Os blossome on the tree; Of all the syghtys that ever he sye, Raysyd nevyr none hys herte so hye,    Sche was so bryght of blee!     Sche stode stylle in that place And schewed opynly hur face    For love of that knyght. He beheld ynly hur face; He sware there be Goddys grace,    He sawe nevyr none so bryght. Hur eyen were gray as any glas; Mowthe and nose schapen was    At all maner ryght; Fro the forhedde to the too, Bettur schapen myght non goo,    Nor none semelyer yn syght.     Twyes sche turnyd hur abowte Betwene the Erlys that were stowte,    For the Erle schulde hur see. When sche spake wyth mylde stevyn, Sche semyd an aungell of hevyn,    So feyre sche was of blee! Hur syde longe, hur myddyll small; Schouldurs, armes therwythall,    Fayrer myght non bee; Hur hondys whyte as whallys bonne, Wyth fyngurs longe and ryngys upon;    Hur nayles bryght of blee.     When he had beholden hur welle, The lady wente to hur chapell,    Masse for to here; The Erle stode on that odur syde; Hys eyen fro hur myght he not hyde,    So lovely sche was of chere! He seyde, "Lorde God, full of myght, Leve y were so worthy a knyght,    That y myght be hur fere, And that sche no husbonde hadde, All the golde that evyr God made    To me were not so dere!"     When the masse come to ende, The lady, that was feyre and hende,    To the chaumbur can sche fare; The Erle syghed and was full woo Owt of hys syght when sche schulde goo;    Hys mornyng was the mare. The Erle seyde, "So God me save, Of hur almes y wolde crave,    Yf hur wylle ware; Myght y oght gete of that free, Eche a day hur to see    Hyt wolde covyr me of my care." 2     The Erle knelyd down anon ryght And askyd gode, for God allmyght,    That dyed on the tree. The Emperes callyd a knyght: "Forty floranse that ben bryght,    Anone brynge thou mee." To that armyte sche hyt payde; Of hur fyngyr a rynge she layde    Amonge that golde so free; He thankyd hur ofte, as y yow say. To the chaumbyr wente that lady gay,    There hur was leveste to bee.     The Erle wente home to hys ynnys, And grete joye he begynnys    When he founde the rynge; Yn hys herte he waxe blythe And kyssyd hyt fele sythe,    And seyde, "My dere derlynge, On thy fyngyr thys was! Wele ys me, y have thy grace    Of the to have thys rynge! Yf evyr y gete grace of the Quene That any love betwene us bene,    Thys may be our tokenyng."     The Erle, also soone os hyt was day, Toke hys leve and wente hys way    Home to hys cuntré; Syr Trylabas he thanked faste: "Of thys dede thou done me haste,    Well qwyt schall hyt bee." They kyssyd togedur as gode frende; Syr Trylabas home can wende,    There evell mote he thee! A traytory he thoght to doo Yf he myght come thertoo;    So schrewde in herte was hee!     Anon he callyd two knyghtys, Hardy men at all syghtys;    Bothe were of hys kynne. "Syrs," he seyde, "wythowt fayle, Yf ye wyl do be my counsayle,    Grete worschyp schulde ye wynne; Knowe ye the Erle of Tollous? Moche harme he hath done us;    Hys boste y rede we blynne; Yf ye wyll do aftur my redde, Thys day he schall be dedde,    So God save me fro synne!"     That oon knyght Kaunters, that odur Kaym; Falser men myght no man rayme,    Certys, then were thoo; Syr Trylabas was the thrydde; Hyt was no mystur them to bydde    Aftur the Erle to goo. At a brygge they hym mett; Wyth harde strokes they hym besett,    As men that were hys foo; The Erle was a man of mayn: Faste he faght them agayne,    And soone he slew two.     The thrydde fledde and blewe owt faste; The Erle ovyrtoke hym at the laste:    Hys hedd he clofe in three. The cuntrey gedryrd abowte hym faste, And aftur hym yorne they chaste:    An hundred there men myght see. The Erle of them was agaste: At the laste fro them he paste;    Fayne he was to flee; Fro them he wente into a waste; To reste hym there he toke hys caste:    A wery man was hee.     All the nyght in that foreste The gentyll Erle toke hys reste:    He had no nodur woon. When hyt dawed, he rose up soone And thankyd God that syttyth in trone,    That he had scapyd hys foon; That day he travaylyd many a myle, And ofte he was in grete parylle,    Be the way os he can gone, Tyll he come to a fayre castell, There hym was levyst to dwelle,    Was made of lyme and stone.     Of hys comyng hys men were gladde. "Be ye mery, my men," he badde,    "For nothyng ye spare; The Emperour, wythowte lees, Y trowe, wyll let us be in pees.    And warre on us no mare." Thus dwellyd the Erle in that place Wyth game, myrthe, and grete solase,    Ryght os hym levyst ware. Let we now the Erle alloon, And speke we of Dame Beulyboon,    How sche was caste in care.     The Emperoure lovyd hys wyfe Also so moche os hys own lyfe,    And more, yf he myght; He chose two knyghtys that were hym dere, Whedur that he were ferre or nere,    To kepe hur day and nyght. That oon hys love on hur caste: So dud the todur at the laste,    Sche was feyre and bryght! Nothyr of othyr wyste ryght noght, So derne love on them wroght,    To dethe they were nere dyght.     So hyt befell upon a day, That oon can to that othyr say,    "Syr, also muste y thee, Methynkyth thou fadyste all away, Os man that ys clongyn in clay,    So pale waxeth thy blee!" Then seyde that other, "Y make avowe, Ryght so, methynketh, fareste thou,    Whysoevyr hyt bee; Tell me thy cawse, why hyt ys, And y schall telle the myn, ywys:    My trouthe y plyght to thee."     "Y graunte," he seyde, "wythowt fayle, But loke hyt be trewe counsayle!"    Therto hys trowthe he plyght. He seyde, "My lady the Emperes, For love of hur y am in grete dystresse;    To dethe hyt wyll me dyght." Then seyde that othyr, "Certenly, Wythowte drede, so fare y    For that lady bryght; Syn owre love ys on hur sett, How myght owre bale beste be bett?    Canste thou rede on ryght?"     Then seyde that othyr, "Be Seynt John, Bettur counsayle can y noon,    Methynkyth, then ys thys: Y rede that oon of us twoo Prevely to hyr goo    And pray hur of hur blys; Y myselfe wyll go hyr tylle; Yn case y may gete hur wylle,    Of myrthe schalt thou not mys; Thou schalt take us wyth the dede: Leste thou us wrye sche wyll drede,    And graunte the thy wylle, ywys."     Thus they were at oon assent; Thys false thefe forthe wente    To wytt the ladyes wylle. Yn chaumbyr he founde hyr so free; He sett hym downe on hys knee,    Hys purpose to fulfylle. Than spake that lady free, "Syr, y see now well be the,    Thou haste not all thy wylle; On thy sekeness now y see; Telle me now thy prevyté,    Why thou mornyst so stylle."     "Lady," he seyde, "that durste y noght For all the gode that evyr was wroght,    Be grete God invysybylle, But on a booke yf ye wyll swere That ye schull not me dyskere,    Then were hyt possybyll." Then seyde the lady, "How may that bee? That thou darste not tryste to mee,    Hyt ys full orybylle. Here my trowthe to the y plyght: Y schall heyle the day and nyght,    Also trewe as boke or belle."     "Lady, in yow ys all my tryste; Inwardely y wolde ye wyste    What payne y suffur you fore; Y drowpe, y dare nyght and day; My wele, my wytt ys all away,    But ye leve on my lore; Y have yow lovyd many a day, But to yow durste y nevyr say -    My mornyng ys the more! But ye do aftur my rede, Certenly, y am but dede:    Of my lyfe ys no store."     Than answeryd that lovely lyfe: "Syr, wele thou wottyst y am a wyfe:    My lorde ys Emperoure; He chase the for a trewe knyght, To kepe me bothe day and nyght    Undur thy socowre. To do that dede yf y assente, Y were worthy to be brente    And broght in grete doloure; Thou art a traytour in thy sawe, Worthy to be hanged and to-drawe    Be Mary, that swete floure!"     "A, madam!" seyde the knyght, "For the love of God almyght,    Hereon take no hede! Yn me ye may full wele tryste ay; Y dud nothyng but yow to affray,    Also God me spede! Thynke, madam, youre trowthe ys plyght To holde counsayle bothe day and nyght    Fully, wythowte drede; Y aske mercy for Goddys ore! Hereof yf y carpe more,    Let drawe me wyth a stede!"     The lady seyde, "Y the forgeve; Also longe os y leve,    Counsayle schall hyt bee; Loke thou be a trewe man In all thyng that thou can,    To my lorde so free." "Yys, lady, ellys dyd y wronge, For y have servyd hym longe,    And wele he hath qwytt mee." Hereof spake he no mare, But to hys felowe can he fare,    There evyll must they the!     Thus to hys felowe ys he gon, And he hym frayned anon,    "Syr, how haste thou spedde?" "Ryght noght," seyde that othyr: "Syth y was borne, lefe brothyr,    Was y nevyr so adredde; Certys, hyt ys a boteles bale To hur to touche soche a tale    At borde or at bedde." Then sayde that odur, "Thy wytt ys thynne: Y myselfe schall hur wynne:    Y lay my hedde to wedde!"     Thus hyt passyd ovyr, os y yow say, Tyl aftur on the thrydde day    Thys knyght hym bethoght: "Certys, spede os y may, My ladyes wylle, that ys so gay,    Hyt schall be thorowly soght." When he sawe hur in beste mode, Sore syghyng to hur he yode,    Of lyfe os he ne roght. "Lady," he seyde, "wythowte fayle, But ye helpe me wyth yowre counsayle,    Yn bale am y broght."     Sche answeryd full curtesly, "My counsayle schall be redy.    Telle me how hyt ys; When y wott worde and ende, Yf my counsayle may hyt mende,    Hyt schall, so have y blysse!" "Lady," he seyde, "y undurstonde Ye muste holde up yowre honde    To holde counsayle, ywys." "Yys," seyde the lady free, "Thereto my trouthe here to the,    And ellys y dudde amys."     "Madam," he seyde, "now y am in tryste; All my lyfe thogh ye wyste,    Ye wolde me not dyskevere; For yow y am in so grete thoght, Yn moche bale y am broght,    Wythowte othe y swere; And ye may full wele see, How pale y am of blee:    Y dye nere for dere; Dere lady, graunt me youre love, For the love of God, that sytteth above,    That stongen was wyth a spere."     "Syr," sche seyde, "ys that youre wylle? Yf hyt were myne, then dyd y ylle;    What woman holdyst thou me? Yn thy kepeyng y have ben: What haste thou herde be me or sene    That touchyth to any velanye, That thou in herte art so bolde Os y were a hore or a scolde?    Nay, that schall nevyr bee! Had y not hyght to holde counsayle, Thou schouldest be honged, wythowt fayle,    Upon a galowe tree."     The knyght was nevyr so sore aferde Sythe he was borne into myddyllerde,    Certys, os he was thoo. "Mercy," he seyde, "gode madam! Wele y wott y am to blame;    Therfore myn herte ys woo! Lady, let me not be spylte; Y aske mercy of my gylte!    On lyve ye let me goo." The lady seyde, "Y graunte wele; Hyt schall be counseyle, every dele,    But do no more soo."     Now the knyght forthe yede And seyde, "Felowe, y may not spede.    What ys thy beste redde? Yf sche telle my lorde of thys, We be but dedde, so have y blys:    Wyth hym be we not fedde. Womans tonge ys evell to tryste; Certys, and my lorde hyt wyste,    Etyn were all owre bredde. Felow, so mote y ryde or goo, Or sche wayte us wyth that woo,    Hurselfe schall be dedde!"     "How myght that be?" that othur sayde; "Yn herte y wolde be wele payde,    Myght we do that dede." "Yys, syr," he seyde, "so have y roo, Y schall brynge hur wele thertoo;    Therof have thou no drede. Or hyt passe dayes three, In mekyll sorowe schall sche bee:    Thus y schall qwyte hur hur mede." Now are they bothe at oon assente In sorow to brynge that lady gente:    The devell mote them spede!     Sone hyt drowe toward nyght; To soper they can them dyght,    The Emperes and they all; The two knyghtys grete yapys made, For to make the lady glade,    That was bothe gentyll and small; When the sopertyme was done, To the chaumbyr they went soone,    Knyghtys cladde in palle They daunsed and revelyd, os they noght dredde, To brynge the lady to hur bedde:    There foule muste them falle!     That oon thefe callyd a knyght That was carver to that lady bryght;    An Erleys sone was hee; He was a feyre chylde and a bolde; Twenty wyntur he was oolde:    In londe was none so free. "Syr, wylt thou do os we the say? And we schall ordeygne us a play,    That my lady may see. Thou schalt make hur to lagh soo, Thogh sche were gretly thy foo,    Thy frende schulde sche bee."     The chylde answeryd anon ryght: "Be the ordur y bere of knyght,    Therof wolde y be fayne, And hyt wolde my lady plese, Thogh hyt wolde me dysese,    To renne yn wynde and rayne." "Syr, make the nakyd save thy breke; And behynde the yondur curtayn thou crepe,    And do os y schall sayne; Then schalt thou see a joly play!" "Y graunte," thys yonge knyght can say,    "Be God and Seynte Jermayne."     Thys chylde thoght on no ylle: Of he caste hys clothys stylle;    And behynde the curtayn he went. They seyde to hym, "What so befalle, Come not owt tyll we the calle."    And he seyde, "Syrs, y assente." They revelyd forthe a grete whyle; No man wyste of ther gyle    Save they two, veramente. They voyded the chaumber sone anon; The chylde they lafte syttyng alone,    And that lady gente.     Thys lady lay in bedde on slepe; Of treson toke sche no kepe,    For therof wyste sche noght. Thys chylde had wonder evyr among Why these knyghtys were so longe:    He was in many a thoght. "Lorde, mercy! How may thys bee? Y trowe they have forgeten me,    That me hedur broght; Yf y them calle, sche wyll be adredd, My lady lyeth here in hur bede,    Be Hym that all hath wroght!"     Thus he sate stylle as any stone: He durste not store nor make no mone    To make the lady afryght. Thes false men ay worthe them woo!, To ther chaumbur can they goo    And armyd them full ryght; Lordys owte of bedde can they calle And badde arme them, grete and smalle:    "Anone that ye were dyght, And helpe to take a false traytoure That wyth my lady in hur bowre    Hath playde hym all thys nyght."     Sone they were armyd everychone; And wyth these traytours can they gone,    The lordys that there wore. To the Emperes chaumber they cam ryght Wyth torchys and wyth swerdys bryght    Brennyng them before. Behynde the curtayne they wente; The yonge knyght, verrament,    Nakyd founde they thore. That oon thefe wyth a swerde of were Thorow the body he can hym bere,    That worde spake he no more.     The lady woke and was afryght, Whan sche sawe the grete lyght    Before hur beddys syde. Sche seyde, "Benedycyté!" Syrs, what men be yee?"    And wonder lowde sche cryedd. Hur enemyes mysansweryd thore "We are here, thou false hore:    Thy dedys we have aspyedd! Thou haste betrayed my lorde; Thou schalt have wonduryng in thys worde:    Thy loos schall sprynge wyde!"     The lady seyde, "Be Seynte John, Hore was y nevyr none,    Nor nevyr thoght to bee." "Thou lyest," they seyde, "thy love ys lorne" - The corse they leyde hur beforne -    "Lo, here ys thy lemman free! Thus we have for they hym hytt; Thy horedam schall be wele quytte:    Fro us schalt thou not flee!" They bonde the lady wondyr faste And in a depe preson hur caste:    Grete dele hyt was to see!     Leve we now thys lady in care, And to hur lorde wyll we fare,    That ferre was hur froo. On a nyght, wythowt lette, In hys slepe a swevyn he mett,    The story telleth us soo. Hym thoght ther come two wylde borys And hys wyfe all toterys    And rofe hur body in twoo; Hymselfe was a wytty man, And be that dreme he hopyd than    Hys lady was in woo.     Yerly, when the day was clere, He bad hys men all in fere    To buske and make them yare. Somer horsys he let go before And charyettes stuffud wyth stoore    Wele twelve myle and mare. He hopud wele in hys herte That hys wyfe was not in querte;    Hys herte therfore was in care; He styntyd not tyll he was dyght, Wyth erlys, barons, and many a knyght;    Homeward can they fare.     Nyght ne day nevyr they blanne, Tyll to that cyté they came    There the lady was ynne. Wythowt the cyté lordys them kepyd; For wo in herte many oon wepyd:    There teerys myght they not blynne. They supposyd wele yf he hyt wyste That hys wyfe had soche a bryste,    Hys yoye wolde be full thynne; They ladden stedys to the stabyll, And the lorde into the halle,    To worschyp hym wyth wynne.     Anon to the chaumbur wendyth he: He longyd hys feyre lady to see,    That was so swete a wyght. He callyd them that schoulde hur kepe: "Where ys my wyfe? Ys sche on slepe?    How fareth that byrde bryght?" The two traytours answeryd anone, "Yf ye wyste how sche had done,    To dethe sche schulde be dyght."     "A, devyll!" he seyde, "how soo, To dethe that sche ys worthy to go?    Tell me, in what manere." "Syr," they seyd, "be Goddys ore, The yonge knyght Syr Antore,    That was hur kervere, Be that lady he hath layne, And therfore we have hym slayne;    We founde them in fere; Sche ys in preson, verrament; The lawe wyll that sche be brente,    Be God, that boght us dere."     "Allas!" seyde the Emperoure, "Hath sche done me thys dyshonoure?    And y lovyd hur so wele! Y wende for all thys worldys gode That sche wolde not have turned hur mode:    My joye begynnyth to kele." He hente a knyfe wyth all hys mayn; Had not a knyght ben, he had hym slayn,    And that traytour have broght owt of heele. For bale hys armes abrode he bredde And fell in swowne upon hys bedde;    There myght men see grete dele.     On the morne be oon assente, On hur they sett a perlyament    Be all the comyn rede. They myght not fynde in ther counsayle Be no lawe, wythowt fayle,    To save hur fro the dede. Then bespake an olde knyght, "Y have wondur, be Goddys myght,    That Syr Antore thus was bestedde, In chaumbyr thogh he naked were; They let hym gyf none answere,    But slowe hym, be my hedde!     Ther was nevyr man, sekurly, That be hur founde any velany,    Save they two, y dar wele say; Be some hatered hyt may be; Therfore doyth aftur me    For my love, y yow pray. No mo wyll preve hyt but they twoo; Therfore we may not save hur fro woo,    For sothe, os y yow say, In hyr quarell but we myght fynde A man that were gode of kynde    That durste fyght agayn them tway."     All they assentyd to the sawe: They thoght he spake reson and lawe.    Then answeryd the Kyng wyth crowne, "Fayre falle the for thyn avyse." He callyd knyghtys of nobyll pryce    And badde them be redy bowne For to crye thorow all the londe, Bothe be see and be sonde,    Yf they fynde mowne A man that ys so moche of myght, That for that lady dar take the fyght,    "He schall have hys warison."     Messangerys, y undurstonde, Cryed thorow all the londe    In many a ryche cyté, Yf any man durste prove hys myght In trewe quarell for to fyght,    Wele avaunsed schulde he bee. The Erle of Tullous harde thys telle, What anger the lady befell;    Thereof he thoght grete pyté. Yf he wyste that sche had ryght, He wolde aventure hys lyfe to fyght    For that lady free.     For hur he morned nyght and day, And to hymselfe can he say    He wolde aventure hys lyfe: "Yf y may wytt that sche be trewe, They that have hur accused schull rewe,    But they stynte of ther stryfe." The Erle seyde, "Be Seynte John, Ynto Almayn wyll y goon,    Where y have fomen ryfe; I prey to God full of myght That y have trewe quarell to fyght,    Owt of wo to wynne that wyfe."     He rode on huntyng on a day, A marchand mett he be the way,    And asked hym of whens he was. "Lorde," he seyde, "of Almayn." Anon the Erle can hym frayne    Of that ylke case: "Wherefore ys yowre Emperes Put in so grete dystresse?    Telle me, for Goddys grace. Ys sche gylté, so mote thou the?" "Nay, be Hym that dyed on tree,    That schope man aftur Hys face."     Then seyde the Erle, wythowte lett, "When ys the day sett    Brente that sche schulde bee?" The marchande seyde sekyrlyke, "Evyn thys day thre wyke,    And therfore wo ys mee." The Erle seyde, "Y schall the telle: Gode horsys y have to selle,    And stedys two or thre: Certys, myght y selle them yare, Thedur wyth the wolde y fare,    That syght for to see."     The marchand seyd wordys hende: "Into the londe yf ye wyll wende,    Hyt wolde be for yowre prowe, There may ye selle them at your wylle." Anon the Erle seyde hym tylle,    "Syr, herkyn me nowe: Thys jurney wylt thou wyth me dwelle Twenty pownde y schall the telle    To mede, y make avowe!" The marchand grauntyd anon; The Erle seyde, "Be Seynt John,    Thy wylle y alowe."     The Erle tolde hym in that tyde Where he schulde hym abyde,    And homeward wente hee. He busked hym, that no man wyste, For mekyll on hym was hys tryste.    He seyde, "Syr, go wyth mee!" Wyth them they toke stedys sevyn - Ther were no fayre undyr hevyn    That any man myght see. Into Almayn they can ryde: As a coresur of mekyll pryde    He semyd for to bee.     The marchand was a trewe gyde; The Erle and he togedur can ryde,    Tyll they came to that place. A myle besyde the castell There the Emperoure can dwelle,    A ryche abbey ther was; Of the abbot leve they gatt To sojorne and make ther horsys fatt;    That was a nobyll case! The abbot was the ladyes eme; For hur he was in grete wandreme,    And moche mornyng he mase.     So hyt befell upon a day, To churche the Erle toke the way,    A masse for to here. He was a feyre man and an hye; When the abbot hym sye,    He seyde, "Syr, come nere: Syr, when the masse ys done, Y pray yow, ete wyth me at noone,    Yf yowre wylle were." The Erle grauntyd all wyth game; Afore mete they wysche all same,    And to mete they wente in fere.     Aftur mete, as y yow say, Into an orchard they toke the way,    The abbot and the knyght. The abbot seyde and syghed sare; "Certys, Syr, y leve in care    For a lady bryght; Sche ys accusyd - my herte ys woo! - Therfore sche schall to dethe goo,    All agayne the ryght; But sche have helpe, verrament, In fyre sche schall be brente    Thys day sevenyght."     The Erle seyde, "So have y blysse, Of hyr, methynkyth, grete rewthe hyt ys,    Trewe yf that sche bee!" The abbot seyde, "Be Seynte Poule, For hur y dar ley my soule    That nevyr gylté was sche; Soche werkys nevyr sche wroght Neythyr in dede nor in thoght,    Save a rynge so free To the Erle of Tullous sche gafe hyt wyth wynne, Yn ese of hym and for no synne:    In schryfte thus tolde sche me."     The Erle seyde, "Syth hyt ys soo, Cryste wreke hur of hur woo,    That boght hur wyth Hys bloode! Wolde ye sekyr me, wythowt fayle, For to holde trewe counsayle,    Hyt myght be for yowre gode." The abbot seyde be bokes fele And be hys professyon, that he wolde hele,    And ellys he were wode. "Y am he that sche gaf the rynge For to be oure tokenynge.    Now heyle hyt, for the Rode!     Y am comyn, lefe syr, To take the batyle for hyr,    There to stonde wyth ryght; But fyrste myselfe y wole hur schryve, And yf y fynde hur clene of lyve,    Then wyll my herte be lyght. Let dyght me in monkys wede To that place that men schulde hyr lede,    To dethe to be dyght; When y have schrevyn hyr, wythowt fayle, For hur y wyll take batayle,    As y am trewe knyght!"     The abbot was nevyr so gladde; Nere for joye he waxe madde;    The Erle can he kysse; They made meré and slewe care. All that sevenyght he dwellyd thare    Yn myrthe wythowt mysse. That day that the lady schulde be brent, The Erle wyth the abbot wente    In monkys wede, ywys; To the Emperour he knelys blyve, That he myght that lady schryve:    Anon resceyved he ys.     He examyned hur, wyttyrly, As hyt seythe in the story;    Sche was wythowte gylte. Sche seyde, "Be Hym that dyed on tree, Trespas was nevyr none in me    Wherefore y schulde be spylte; Save oonys, wythowte lesynge, To the Erle of Tollous y gafe a rynge:    Assoyle me yf thou wylte; But thus my destanye ys comyn to ende, That in thys fyre y muste be brende;    There Goddys wylle be fulfyllyt."     The Erle assoyled hur wyth hys honde, And sythen pertely he can up stonde    And seyde, "Lordyngys, pese! Ye that have accused thys lady gente, Ye be worthy to be brente."    That oon knyght made a rees: "Thou carle monke, wyth all thy gynne, Thowe youre abbot be of hur kynne,    Hur sorowe schalt thou not cees; Ryght so thou woldyst sayne Thowe all youre covent had be hyr layne;    So are ye lythyr and lees!"     The Erle answeryd, wyth wordys free, "Syr, that oon y trowe thou bee    Thys lady accused has. Thowe we be men of relygyon, Thou schalt do us but reson    For all the fare thou mas. Y prove on hur thou sayst not ryght. Lo, here my glove wyth the to fyght!    Y undyrtake thys case; Os false men y schall yow kenne; Yn redde fyre for to brenne;    Therto God gyf me grace!"     All that stoden in that place Thankyd God of hys grace,    Wythowte any fayle. The two knyghtys were full wrothe: He schulde be dedde, they swere grete othe;    But hyt myght not avayle. The Erle wente there besyde And armyd hym wyth mekyll pryde,    Hys enemyes to assayle. Manly when they togedur mett, They hewe thorow helme and basenet    And martyrd many a mayle.     They redyn togedur, wythowt lakk, That hys oon spere on hym brakk;    That othyr faylyd thoo; The Erle smote hym wyth hys spere; Thorow the body he can hym bere:    To grounde can he goo. That sawe that odyr, and faste can flee; The Erle ovyrtoke hym undur a tre    And wroght hym mekyll woo; There thys traytour can hym yylde Os recreaunt yn the fylde;    He myght not fle hym froo.     Before the Emperoure they wente And there he made hym, verrament,    To telle for the noonys. He seyde, "We thoght hur to spylle, For sche wolde not do oure wylle,    That worthy ys in wonnys." The Erle answeryd hym then, "Therfore, traytours, ye schall brenne    Yn thys fyre, bothe at onys!" The Erle anon them hente, And in the fyre he them brente,    Flesche, felle, and boonys.     When they were brent bothe twoo, The Erle prevely can goo    To that ryche abbaye. Wyth joye and processyon They fett the lady into the towne,    Wyth myrthe, os y telle may. The Emperoure was full gladde: "Fette me the monke!" anon he badde,    "Why wente he so awaye? A byschoperyke y wyll hym geve, My helpe, my love, whyll y leve,    Be God that owyth thys day!"     The abbot knelyd on hys knee And seyde, "Lorde, gone ys hee    To hys owne londe; He dwellyth wyth the pope of Rome; He wyll be glad of hys come,    Y do yow to undurstonde." "Syr abbot," quod the Emperoure, "To me hyt were a dyshonoure;    Soche wordes y rede thou wonde; Anone yn haste that y hym see, Or thou schalt nevyr have gode of me,    And therto here myn honde!"     "Lorde," he seyde, "sythe hyt ys soo Aftur hym that y muste goo,    Ye muste make me sewrté, Yn case he have byn youre foo, Ye schall not do hym no woo;    And then, also mote y thee, Aftur hym y wyll wynde, So that ye wyll be hys frende,    Yf youre wylle bee." "Yys," seyd the Emperoure full fayne, "All my kynne thogh he had slayne,    He ys welcome to mee."     Then spake the abbot wordys free: "Lorde, y tryste now on thee:    Ye wyll do os ye sey; Hyt ys Syr Barnard of Tollous, A nobyll knyght and a chyvalrous,    That hath done thys jurney." "Now certys," seyde the Emperoure, "To me hyt ys grete dyshonoure;    Anon, Syr, y the pray Aftur hym that thou wende: We schall kysse and be gode frende,    Be God, that owyth thys day!"     The abbot seyde, "Y assente." Aftur the Erle anon he wente,    And seyde, "Syr, go wyth mee: My lorde and ye, be Seynt John, Schull be made bothe at oon,    Goode frendys for to bee." Therof the Erle was full fayne; The Emperoure came hym agayne    And sayde, "My frende so free, My wrath here y the forgeve, My helpe, my love, whyll y leve,    Be Hym that dyed on tree!"     Togedur lovely can they kysse; Therof all men had grete blysse:    The romaunse tellyth soo. He made hym steward of hys londe And sesyd agayne into hys honde    That he had rafte hym froo. The Emperoure levyd but yerys thre; Be alexion of the lordys free,    The Erle toke they thoo. They made hym ther Emperoure, For he was styffe yn stoure    To fyght agayne hys foo.     He weddyd that lady to hys wyfe; Wyth joye and myrthe they ladde ther lyfe    Twenty yere and three. Betwene them had they chyldyr fifteen, Doghty knyghtys all bedene,    And semely on to see. Yn Rome thys geste cronyculyd ywys; A lay of Bretayne callyd hyt ys,    And evyr more schall bee. Jhesu Cryste to hevyn us brynge, There to have owre wonnyng!    Amen, amen, for charytee!         Here endyth the Erle of Toullous and begynneth Syr Egyllamoure of Artas.

give     Cross; did bleed Permit [me] once occurred land misery recovered from her         Germany much might was called; (see note) hardy fear     disinherited lands won intrigue i.e., it happened war arose; I say to you         (see note) hostile foe reft, i.e., taken, gouged (see note)     formidable knight saw [that] (see note) prepared himself without delay burn; slay     (see note) i.e., lived Except good almsdeeds; proper behavior By; also faithful     also; beautiful did     Deliver (return); property             properly again break; brain As makes war vigorously     fortnight     prepare themselves Against         Throughout; far; wide field carry weapons crossbow; shield; spear; (see note) ready to go     more shield shining         cracked; head     battalions seven spoke; powerful voice thrive, i.e., win     beat leave none alive (see note) Neither; nor; property slay threats; nonetheless courageously met him; (see note) abundant     joined Boldly; (see note)     charged; mad     hideous; hear spears broken Heads; helmets cracked hauberks torn to pieces; (see note) drew slew; (see note) effective; war     was slain     wallowing spilled covered As if it; flood     used to sleep peacefully know no good (i.e., are wretched) head left lying used to be wild; ferocious     won; field     Quickly did     Eager; (see note) three Earls more; escaped     not be any other way followed; chase                 without doubt         certainly terribly     Only; to tell the truth did they face the foe Such evil Whatever; happen     sorrowful     Sorely Cross (see note) Until; avenged Empress agreed By peril truthfully opposed to; just cause             [suffered]; dishonor         wretched; deliberation nearly; slay (see note) I advise by; (see note) cease                 outraged truly just as it ill-pleased him     Not one word amazingly still     nor joy pleased did; grieve     Who; might sent to him         many prison         (see note) (see note)             confidently; (see note)         came about (see note) By; river         Of something widely known     (see note) color; skin (see note)                 bear as             hue     complexion; redder than     created i.e., imagine             mourning; makes     remit live pledge; (see note) Providing that             purchase Because         covenant (see note) promise peaceably                 by God's grace     Firmly trust me     gracious trust you; friend     Soon; prepared nimbly; (see note) journey     (see note)     plentiful                 stopped; tarried         (see note) hermit's clothing kin be known     inn (Trylabas) thought to himself good         nervous rush         harrowed hell peril             foremost         Tell me why he has come     prison granted         truth once as reward     promised                 foe suggest; slay caused; grief must; (see note)         Since loosed (released) you         mass bell; (see note)     trick; (see note)             beguile peril oath an act of treason lie in wait for; treachery; (see note)             foully disgraced     might I thrive Tomorrow morning do not dismay hear; call to Mass         By; oriel (passageway); (see note)     worthily wrought                 grew eagerly goes to my liking     prepare himself hermit's     (see note)             In the time required to ride half a mile             jewels                     fair of countenance         showed     closely         (see note)         forehead; toe     seemlier     Twice; around strong     voice angel; heaven countenance middle, i.e., waist         whale's bone; (see note)     hue                 other He couldn't take his eyes off her countenance     Would that companion                     gracious did she return         mourning; more     (see note) If she were willing (see note)                     Who died     florins     hermit From; (see note)                     lodgings         grew happy many times; (see note) precious darling                             as it Took his leave                 good friends     evil befall him treachery                 by all accounts         by my counsel             boast; advise; squelch i.e., listen to my counsel             (see note) coerce than; those     need; wait     bridge     foe strength     both of them     i.e., got winded overtook clove gathered; quickly eagerly; pursued     surprised passed Glad wilderness area took his cares weary             no other dwelling dawned on throne escaped; enemies traveled             most pleased                     lies (i.e., to tell the truth) peace make war; more     mirth; solace Just as it suited him         thrown into despair                 dear to him Whether; far; near i.e., guard one did; other         secretly; affected them nearly brought             might I thrive i.e., you're wasting away shriveled countenance a vow             truly confess         make sure it be             condemn     Without a doubt         suffering; eased                         Privately beg; favor to her         catch us betray us; be afraid         agreed This; thief test noble         Then spoke by you         secret mourn     dare I not good invisible swear disclose, i.e., tell on me it would be possible     dare not trust horrible     conceal you         trust     suffer for you pine; sulk well-being; mind Unless; believe; words     I never dare speak grief counsel     value     Then; person certainly you know     chose guard protection deed burned misery words (see note) By             don't be offended trust did; frighten                 sake complain Let me be pulled apart by horses     forgive you live                         compensated         evil; suffer         questioned soon fared     (see note) frightened hopeless cause     table other; thin     head; wager                         thoroughly probed     went as if he cared not         Into woe                 (see note)                 I think Yes; noble     Or else I did amiss     trust know reveal i.e., mental anguish grief oath     color nearly die of suffering         pierced             What kind of woman do you think I am     heard about me         As if; whore; a gossip     promised             afraid middle Earth                 condemned for; guilt                     went I've had no luck advice         nourished i.e., unsafe if; knew Eaten     Before; inflicts             well satisfied deed repose     fear Before three days pass much pay her her reward         reward them     Soon; drew supper; prepare themselves     jests                 i.e., rich fabrics (see note)                 (see note) Earl's son handsome; confident     well-endowed as I tell you invent; game     laugh                     amenable If distress     except your breeches         jolly Okay Germaine; (see note)     (see note) Off     Whatever happens             knew; guile Except those; truly vacated left sitting         asleep notice knew                 suspect                         move; moan     (see note) (see note)                     bedroom         everyone (see note) were there     (see note) Burning         there war Through; thrust                     Bless us         i.e., spoke abusively; (see note) whore deeds; witnessed     exile (wandering); (see note) infamy         Whore     lost corpse promiscuous lover     whoredom; proven     bound deep prison sadness     distress husband far; from doubt dream; dreamed     wild boars; (see note) That; tore all to pieces ripped intelligent knew with certainty; (see note)         Early bade; all together arm; prepare themselves Pack horses; sent ahead; (see note) wagons; provisions     was certain safety deeply concerned stopped; prepared     did; proceed     ceased         Outside; awaited wept Their tears; stop     misfortune joy lead the steeds     joy             person have guarded asleep     immediately knew; behaved death; condemned                 by God's grace; (see note) (see note) carver With; has lain     together (copulating); (see note) truly demands; burned redeemed                 I believed; world's good i.e., been unfaithful joy; cool; (see note) seized; strength himself; (see note)     despair; opened swoon torment         parliament; (see note)     counsel                 situated (see note)     slew     certainly villainy Except those By; hatred i.e., as I say     No one else; prove         cause; unless nature two     suggestion         Blessings on you esteem quickly prepared     by sea; shore could         reward                 Whether     advanced in rank heard; proclamation grief         risk                 risk know be sorry Unless; stop     Germany; go abundant enemies         rescue         merchant where he was from     ask same Why         guilty; may you prosper     created; image     hesitation         assuredly three weeks         Good     quickly Thither         favorable     advantage             journey promise you As reward agreed instantly     approve     time wait for him     armed himself great; him [the merchant]; trust     seven horses none fairer         horsedealer         guide                     permission; got sojourn     uncle sorrow [with] mourning he was overwhelmed                 tall saw him                     before eating; wash together dine; together                 sorely live             against Unless fire; burned i.e., in a week         pity     Paul wager     Such deeds practice; thought Except; graciously gladness For his comfort confession     Since avenge Who redeemed assure         by many books embrace; (see note) Or else; mad     token conceal; Cross; (see note)     dear sir fight in her cause; (see note)     confess i.e., guiltless     me be dressed; monk's garb (see note) For; prepared confessed                 Nearly; went crazy     merry; set aside     interruption             knelt humbly confess received     questioned; intelligently says; (see note)             executed         Absolve                 absolved then boldly peace         rush churlish; trickery Though; kin cease     monastery; by her lain liar; false                     be held accountable accusations you make     (see note)     expose (make known) for to be burnt                     very angry swore; oath i.e., to no avail             Fiercely (see note) i.e., ruined; chainmail     fail own; broke     hit Through     other overtook     yield     from him             at once destroy     behavior         once seized; (see note)     skin; bones                     brought         Fetch     bishopric; (see note) live governs                     arrival hope you (see note)     advise you cease         i.e., I swear it     since     an assurance     (see note) may I prosper go         Yes; happily even though                 as you say                     i.e., promise you                                 as one                     live             happiness (see note) (see note) returned; (see note) taken three years election; (see note)         fierce; battle         (see note)         children indeed handsome story is chronicled truly (see note)         dwelling; (see note)