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Lystonnyth, lordyngus, a lyttyll stonde Of on that was sekor and sounde And doughgty in his dede. He was as meke as mayde in bour And therto styfe in every stour; Was non so doughtty in dede. Dedus of armus wyttout lese Seche he wolde in war and pees In mony a stronge lede. Sertaynly, wyttoutyn fabull He was wytt Artter at the Rounde Tabull, In romans as we reede. His name was Syr Gawene: Moche worschepe in Bretten he wan, And hardy he was and wyghte. The Yle of Brettayn icleppyde ys Betwyn Skotlond and Ynglonde iwys, In storry iwryte aryghte. Wallys ys an angull of that yle; At Cardyfe sojornde the Kynge a whylle Wytt mony a gentyll knyghte That wolde to Ynglonde to honte, As grete lordys dothe and be wonte, Wytt hardy lordys and wygghte. Kinge Arttor to his lordis gan saye As a lorde ryall that well maye, "Do us to have a Masse. Byschope Bawdewyn schall hit don; Then to the forrest woll we gon, All that evyr her ys, For nowe is grece-tyme of the yeer, That baruns bolde schulde hont the der, And reyse hem of her reste." Wondor glad was Syr Mewreke; So was the knyght Sir Key Caratocke, And other mor and lase. Glade was Launccelet de Lacke, So was Syr Percivall, I undortake And Lanfalle, I wene. So was Syr Eweyn the Uyttryan And Syr Lot of Laudyan, That hardy was and kene; Syr Gaytefer and Syr Galerowne, Syr Costantyn and Syr Raynbrown, The Knyght of Armus Grene. Syr Gawen was Stwarde of the halle; He was master of hem all And buskyde hem bedenne. The Kyngus uncull, Syr Mordrete, Nobull knyghttus wytt hym gan lede, In romans as men rede. Syr Yngeles, that genttyle knyghte, Wytt hym he lede houndys wygght That well coude do her dede. Syr Lebyus Dyskonus was thare Wytt proude men les and mare To make the donne der blede; Syr Pettypas of Wynchylse, A nobull knyght of chevalré, And stout was on a stede. Syr Grandon and Syr Ferr Unkowthe, Meryly they sewyde wytt mouthe, Wytt houndys that wer wyght; Syr Blancheles and Ironsyde, Monny a doughty that day con ryde On hors fayr and lyghte. Irounsyde, as I wene, Gat the Knyght of Armus Grene On a lady brygght - Sertenly, as I undurstonde, That fayr may of Blanche Lonnde, In bour that lovely wyghte. Ironsyde, as I wene, Iarmyd he wolde ryde full clene, Wer the sonn nevyr so hoot. In wyntter he wolde armus bere; Gyanttus and he wer ever at were And allway at the debate. Favele Honde hyght ys stede. His armys and his odir wede Full fayr and goode hit was: Of asur for sothe he bare A gryffyn of golde full feyr Iset full of golde flourrus. He coude mor of venery and of wer Then all the kyngus that wer ther; Full oft asay hem he wolde. Brennynge dragons hade he slayn, And wylde bullus mony won That gresely wer iholde. Byge barrons he hade ibonde. A hardyer knygght myght not be fonde; Full herdy he was and bolde. Therfor ha was callyd, as I hard say, The Kyngus fellowe by his day, Wytt worthy knyghttus itolde. A lyon of golde was his creste; He spake reyson out of reste; Lystynn and ye may her. Wherever he went, be est or weste, He nold forsake man nor best To fyght fer or ner. Knyghttus kene fast they rane; The Kynge followyd wytt mony a man, Fife hunderd and moo, I wene. Folke followyd wytt fedyrt flonus, Nobull archarrus for the nons, To fell the fallow der so cleyn. Barrons gan her hornnus blowe; The der cam reykynge on a rowe, Bothe hert and eke heynde. Be that tyme was pryme of the day Fife hunderd der dede on a lond lay Alonge undur a lynde. Then Syr Gawen and Syr Key And Beschope Baudewyn, as I yow say, After a raynder they rode. Frowe that tym was prym of the day Tyl myde-undur-non, as I yow saye, Never styll hit abode. A myst gan ryse in a mor; Barrons blowe her hornis store. Meche mon Syr Key made: The reyneder wolde not dwelle. Herkon what aventer hem befelle; Herbrow they wolde fayn have hade. Then sayde the gentyll knyght Syr Gawen, "All this labur ys in vayne, For certen, trowe hit me. The dere is passyde out of our syght; We mete no mor wytt hym tonyght, Hende, herkon to me. I reede that we of our hors alyght And byde in this woode all nyght, And loge undur this tree." "Ryde we hens," quod Keye anon; "We schall have harbrowe or we gon. Dar no man wern hit me." Then sayd the Beschope: "I knowe hit well - A Carle her in a castell A lyttyll her ner honde. The Karl of Carllyll ys his nam: He may us herborow, be Sent Jame, As I undurstonde. Was ther nevyr barnn so bolde That ever myght gaystyn in his holde But evyll harbrowe he fonde. He schall be bette, as I harde say, And yefe he go wytt lyfe away Hit wer but Goddus sonde. "Nowe ryde we thedyr all thre." Therto sayd Key, "I grant hit the, Also mot I well far; And as thou seyst, hit schall be holde. Be the Carle never so bolde, I count hym not worthe an har. And yeyf he be never so stoute, We woll hym bette all abowt And make his beggynge bar. Suche as he brewythe, seche schall he drenke; He schall be bette that he schall stynke, And agenst his wyll be thar." Syr Gawen sayd, "So hav I blyse, I woll not geystyn ther magre ys, Thow I myght never so well, Yefe anny fayr wordus may us gayn To make the larde of us full fayn In his oun castell. Key, let be thy bostfull fare; Thow gost about to warke care, I say, so have I helle. I woll pray the good lorde, as I yow saye, Of herborow tyll tomorrow daye And of met and melle." On her way fast they rode. At the castell yat they abode - The portter call they schulde. Ther hynge a hommyr by a cheyn. To knocke therat Syr Key toke dayn; The hommyr away he wold have pold. The portter come wytt a prevey fare And hem fonde he ther; He axid what they wolde. Then sayd Gawen curttesly, "We beseche the lorde of herbory, The good lord of this holde." The portter answerd hem agayn, "Your message wold I do full fayn; And ye have harme, thanke hyt not me. Ye be so fayr, lyme and lythe, And therto comly, glad therwytt, That cemmely hyt ys to see. My lorde can no corttessye; Ye schappyth notte wyttout a vellony, Truly trow ye mee. Me rewyth sor ye came this waye, And ar ye go, so woll ye say, But yefe mor grace be." "Portter," sayde Key, "let be thy care; Thow sest we mey no forther fare - Thow jappyst, as I wene. But thou wolt on our message gon, The kyngus keyis woll we tane And draw hem doun cleyn." The portter sayde, "So mot I thryfe, Ther be not thre knyghttus alyve That dorst do hit, I wene. Wyst my lorde your wordys grete, Some your lyvys ye schold forlete Or ellus full fast to flen." The portter went into the hall; Wytt his Lord he mett wyttall, That hardy was and bolde. "Carl of Carllhyll, God loke the! At the yatt be barnnus thre, Semley armus to welde: To knyghttus of Arterys in, A beschope, and no mor men, Sertayn, as they me tolde." Then sayd the Carle, "Be Sent Myghell, That tythingus lykyth me ryght well. Seyth thei this way wolde." When they came befor that syr, They fond four whelpus lay about his fyer, That gresly was for to see: A wyld bole and a fellon boor, A lyon that wold bytte sor - Therof they had grete ferly. A bege ber lay louse unbounde. Seche four whelpus ther they founde About the Carllus kne. They rose and came the knyghttus agayn, And soun thei wold hem have slayn; The Carle bade hem let bee. "Ly doun," he sayd, "my whelpys four." Then the lyon began to lour And glowyd as a glede, The ber to ramy, the boole to groun, The bor he whett his toskos soun Fast and that good spede. Then sayd the Carle, "Ly style! Hard yn!" They fell adoun for fer of hyme, So sor they gan hyme drede. For a word the Carle gan say Under the tabull they crepyd away; Therof Syr Key toke hede. The Carle the knyghttus can beholde, Wytt a stout vesage and a bolde. He semyd a dredfull man: Wytt chekus longe and vesage brade; Cambur nose and all ful made; Betwyne his browus a large spane; Hys moghth moche, his berd graye; Over his brest his lockus lay As brod as anny fane; Betwen his schuldors, whos ryght can rede, He was two tayllors yardus a brede. Syr Key merveld gretly than. Nine taylloris yerdus he was hyghtht And therto leggus longe and wyghtht, Or ellus wondor hit wer. Ther was no post in that hall, Grettyst growand of hem all, But his theys wer thycker. His armus wer gret, wyttoutyn lese, His fyngeris also, iwys, As anny lege that we ber. Whos stoud a stroke of his honde, He was not wecke, I undurstond, That dar I safly swer. Then Syr Gawen began to cnele; The Carle sayd he myght be knyght wylle, And bad hyme stond upe anon. "Lett be thy knellynge, gentyll knyght; Thow logost wytt a carll tonyght, I swer, by Sennt Johnn. For her no corttessy thou schalt have, But carllus corttessy, so God me save - For serttus I can non." He bad brynge wyn in gold so der; Anon hit cam in coppus cler - As anny sonn hit schon. Four gallons held a cop and more; He bad brynge forthe a grettor - "What schall this lyttyll cope doun? This to lyttyll a cope for me, When I sytt by the fyr onn hy By myself aloun. Brynge us a gretter bolle of wynn; Let us drenke and play syne Tyll we to sopper goun." The butteler brought a cope of golde - Nine gallons hit gane holde - And toke hit the Carle anon. Nine gallons he hyld and mare; He was not weke that hit bare In his won honde. The knyghttus dronkon fast about, And sethe arose and went hem out To se her hors stond. Corne and hey thei had reydy. A lyttyll folle stod hem bye Wytt her hors fast ettand. The Besschope put the fole away: "Thow schalt not be fello wytt my palfray Whyll I am beschope in londe." The Carll then cam wytt a gret spede And askyde, "Who hathe doun this dede?" The Beschope seyd, "That was I." "Therfor a bofett thou schalt have, I swer, so God me save, And hit schall be sett, wytterly." "I ame a clarke of ordors hyghe." "Yett cannyst thou noght of corttessyghe, I swer, so mott I trye!" He gafe the Besschope a boffett tho That to the ground he gan goo; I sonynge he gann lyghe. Syr Key came in the sam cas To se his stede ther he was; The foll fond he hym by. Out att the dor he drof hym out And on the backe yafe hym a clout. The Carle se that wytt hys yghe. The Carll gaffe hym seche a boffett That smertly onn the grond hym sett; In sonynge gan he lyghe. "Evyll-taught knyghttus," the Carl gan sey; "I schall teche the or thou wend away Sum of my corttessye." Then they arose and went to hall, The Beschope and Syr Key wytall, That worthy was iwroght. Syr Gawen axyd wer they had byne; They seyd, "Our horssys we have sene, And us sor forthoght." Then ansswerd Gawen full curttesly, "Syr, wytt your leyf then wyll I." The Carll knewe his thought. Hett reynnyd and blewe stormus felle That well was hym, be bocke and belle, That herborow hade caught. Wyttout the stabull dor the foll gan stond. Gawen put hyme in agayn wytt his honde; He was all wett, I wene, As the foll had stond in rayne. Then keveryd he hym, Sir Gawene, Wytt his manttell of grene: "Stond upe, fooll, and eette thy mette; We spend her that thy master dothe gett, Whyll that we her byne." The Carle stode hym fast by And thankyd hym full curtteslye Manny sythis, I wene. Be that tyme her soper was redy dyght: The tabullus wer havfe upe an hyght; Icovert they were full tyte. Forthwytt, thei wolde not blynne: The Besschope gan the tabull begynne Wytt a gret delytte. Syr Key was sett on the tother syde Agenst the Carllus wyfe so full of pryde, That was so feyr and whytte: Her armus small, her mydyll gent, Her yghen grey, her browus bente; Of curttessy sche was perfette. Her roode was reede, her chekus rounde, A feyrror myght not goo on grounde, Ne lovelyur of syghte. Sche was so gloryis and soo gay: I can not rekon her araye, Sche was so gayly dyghte. "Alas," thought Key, "thou Lady fre, That thou schuldyst this ipereschde be Wytt seche a foulle weghtht!" "Sytt styll," quod the Carl, "and eete thy mette; Thow thinkost mor then thou darst speke, Sertten, I the hyght." I do yow all well to wette Ther was noo man bade Gawen sitte, But in the halle flor gann he stonde. The Carle sayde, "Fellowe, anoun! Loke my byddynge be well idoun! Go take a sper in thy honde And at the bottredor goo take thy passe And hitt me evyn in the face; Do as I the commande. And yeyfe thou ber me agenst the wall Thow schalt not hort me wyttalle, Whyll I am gyaunt in londe." Syr Gawenn was a glade mann wytt that; At the bottredor a sper he gatte And in his honde hit hente. Syr Gawen came wytt a gret ire. Doun he helde his hede, that syre, Tyll he hade geve his dentte. He yafe the ston wall seche a rappe That the goode sper all tobrake; The fyer flewe out of the flente. The Carl sayde to hym ful soune, "Gentyll knyght, thou hast well doune," And be the honde hyme hente. A cher was fette for Syr Gawene, That worthy knyght of Bryttayne; Befor the Carllus wyfe was he sett. So moche his love was on her lyght, Of all the soper he ne myght Nodyr drynke nor ette. The Carle sayde, "Gawen, comfort the, For synn ys swete, and that I se. Serten, I the hete, Sche ys myn thou woldyst wer thynn. Leve seche thoghttus and drenke the wynne, For her thou schalt nott geytt." Syr Gawen was aschemmyde in his thowght. The Carllus doughtter forthe was brought, That was so feyr and bryght. As gold wyre schynyde her here. Hit cost a thousand pound and mar, Her aparrell pertly pyghte. Wytt ryche stonnus her clothus wer sett, Wytt ryche perllus about her frete, So semly was that syghte. Ovyr all the hall gann sche leme As hit were a sonbeme - That stonnus schone so bryght. Then seyde the Carle to that bryght of ble, "Wher ys thi harpe thou schuldist have broght wytt the? Why hast thou hit forgette?" Anon hit was fett into the hall, And a feyr cher wyttall Befor her fador was sett. The harpe was of maser fyne; The pynnys wer of golde, I wene; Serten, wyttout lett Furst sche harpyd, and sethe songe Of love and of Artorrus armus amonge, How they togeydor mett. When they hade soupyde and mad hem glade The Beschope into his chambur was lade, Wytt hym Syr Key the kene. They toke Syr Gawen, wyttout lessynge; To the Carlus chamber thei gan hym brynge, That was so bryght and schene. They bade Syr Gawen go to bede, Wytt clothe of golde so feyr sprede, That was so feyr and bryght. When the bede was made wytt wynn, The Carle bade his oun Lady go in, That lovfesom was of syghte. A squyer came wytt a prevey far And he unarmyde Gawen ther; Schaply he was undyght. The Carle seyde, "Syr Gawene, Go take my wyfe in thi armus tweyne And kys her in my syghte." Syr Gawen ansswerde hyme anon, "Syr, thi byddynge schall be doune, Sertaynly in dede, Kyll or sley, or laye adoune." To the bede he went full sone, Fast and that good spede, For softnis of that Ladys syde Made Gawen do his wyll that tyde; Therof Gawen toke the Carle goode hede. When Gawen wolde have doun the prevey far, Then seyd the Carle, "Whoo ther! That game I the forbede. "But, Gawen, sethe thou hast do my byddynge, Som kyndnis I most schewe the in anny thinge, As ferforthe as I maye. Thow schalt have wonn to so bryght Schall play wytt the all this nyghte Tyll tomorrowe daye." To his doughtter chambur he went full ryght, And bade her aryse and go to the knyght, And wern hyme nott to playe. Sche dorst not agenst his byddynge doun, But to Gawen sche cam full sone And style doun be hyme laye. "Now, Gawen," quod the Carle, "holst the well payde?" 1 "Ye, for Gode, lorde," he sayde, "Ryght well as I myghte!" "Nowe," quod the Carle, "I woll to chambur go; My blessynge I geyfe yow bouthe to, And play togeydor all this nyght." A glad man was Syr Gawen Sertenly, as I yowe sayne, Of this Lady bryght. Serten, sothely for to say, So, I hope, was that feyr maye Of that genttyll knyght. "Mary, mercy," thought that Lady bryghte, "Her come never suche a knyght Of all that her hathe benne." Syr Key arose uppon the morrown And toke his hors and wolde a goune Homwarde, as I wenne. "Nay, Syr Key," the Beschope gann seye, "We woll not so wende our waye Tyll we Syr Gawen have sene." The Carll arose on morrow anon And fond his byddynge reddy doune: His dyner idyght full cleyne. To a Mas they lett knelle; Syr Gawen arose and went thertyll And kyst that Lady bryght and cler. "Maré, marcé," seyde that Lady bryght, "Wher I schall se enny mor this knyght That hathe ley my body so ner?" When the Mese was doune to ende, Syr Gawen toke his leve to wende And thonkyde hym of his cher. "Furst," sayde the Carle, "ye schall dynn And on my blessynge wende home syne, Homward al yn fere. "Hit is twenti wynter gon," sayde the Karle, "nowe That God I maked a vowe, Therfore I was fulle sad: Ther schulde never man logge in my wonys But he scholde be slayne, iwys, But he did as I hym bad. But he wolde do my byddynge bowne, He schulde be slayne and layde adowne, Whedir he were lorde or lad. Fonde I never, Gawen, none but the. Nowe Gode of hevyn yelde hit the; Therfore I am fulle glade. "He yelde the," sayde the Carle, "that the dere boughte, 2 For al my bale to blysse is broughte Throughe helpe of Mary quene." He lade Gawen ynto a wilsome wonys, There as lay ten fodir of dede menn bonys. Al yn blode, as I wene, Ther hynge many a blody serke, And eche of heme a dyvers marke. Grete doole hit was to sene. "This slowe I, Gawen, and my helpis, I, and also my foure whelpis. For sothe, as I the say, Nowe wulle I forsake my wyckyd lawys; Ther schall no mo men her be slawe, iwys, As ferthforthe as I may. Gawen, for the love of the Al schal be welcome to me That comythe here by this way. And for alle these sowlys, I undirtake, A chauntery here wul I lete make, Ten prestis syngynge til domysday." Be that tyme her dyner was redy dyghte: Tables wer hovyn up an hyghte; Ikeverid thei were fulle clene. Syr Gawen and this Lady clere, They were iservyd bothe ifere. Myche myrthe was theme bytwene; Therfore the Carle was full glade. The Byschop and Syr Kay he bad Mery that thei scholde bene. He yafe the Bischop to his blessynge A cros, a myter, and a rynge, A clothe of golde, I wene. He yaf Syr Kay, the angery knyght, A blode rede stede and a whight; Suche on had he never sene. He gaf Syr Gawen, sothe to say, His doughter, and a whighte palfray, A somer ichargid wyth golde. Sche was so gloryous and so gay I kowde not rekyn here aray, So bryghte was non on molde. "Nowe ryde forthe, Gawen, on my blessynge, And grete wel Artyr, that is your Kynge, And pray hym that he wolde, For His love that yn Bedlem was borne, That he wulle dyne wyth me tomorne." Gawen seyde he scholde. Then thei rode syngynge away Wyth this yonge Lady on her palfray, That was so fayre and bryghte. They tolde Kynge Artir wher thei had bene, And what wondirs thei had sene Serteynly, in here syght. "Nowe thonkyd be God, cosyn Gawyn, That thou scapist alyve unslayne, Serteyne wyth alle my myght." "And I, Syr Kynge," sayd Syr Kay agayne, "That ever I scapid away unslayne My hert was never so lyght. "The Carle prayde you, for His love that yn Bedlem was borne, That ye wolde dyne wyth hym tomorne." Kynge Artur sone hym hyght. In the dawnynge forthe they rade; A ryalle metynge ther was imade Of many a jentylle knyght. Trompettis mette hem at the gate, Clarions of silver redy therate, Serteyne wythoutyn lette - Harpe, fedylle, and sawtry, Lute, geteron, and menstrelcy. Into the halle knyghtis hem fett. The Carle knelyd downe on his kne And welcomyd the Kynge wurthyly Wyth wordis ware and wyse. When the Kynge to the halle was brought, Nothynge ther ne wantyd nought That any man kowde devyse. The wallys glemyd as any glasse; Wyth dyapir colour wroughte hit was - Of golde, asure, and byse; Wyth tabernacles was the halle aboughte, Wyth pynnacles of golde sterne and stoute; Ther cowde no man hem preyse. Trompettys trompid up in grete hete; The Kynge lete sey grace and wente to mete, And was iservyde wythoute lette. Swannys, fesauntys, and cranys, Partrigis, plovers, and curlewys Before the Kynge was sette. The Carle seyde to the Kynge, "Dothe gladly! Here get ye no nothir curtesy, As I undirstonde." Wyth that come yn bollys of golde, so grete Ther was no knyght sat at the mete Myght lyfte hem wyth his on honde. The Kynge swore, "By Seynte Myghelle, This dyner lykythe me as welle As any that evyr Y fonde." A dubbyd hym knyght on the morne; The contré of Carelyle he gafe hym sone To be lorde of that londe. "Here I make the yn this stownde A knyght of the Table Rownde: Karlyle thi name schalle be." On the morne when hit was daylyght Syr Gawen weddyid that Lady bryght, That semely was to se. Than the Carle was glade and blythe And thonkyd the Kynge fele sythe, For sothe, as I you say. A ryche fest had he idyght That lastyd holy a fortenyght Wyth game, myrthe, and playe. The mynstrellis had geftys fre That they myght the better be To spende many a day. And when the feste was broughte to ende, Lordis toke here leve to wende Homwarde on here way. A ryche abbey the Carle gan make To synge and rede for Goddis sake In wurschip of Oure Lady. In the towne of mery Carelyle He lete hit bylde stronge and wele; Hit is a byschoppis see. And theryn monkys gray To rede and synge tille domysday, As men tolde hit me, For the men that he had slayne, iwis. Jesu Cryste, brynge us to Thy blis Above in hevyn, yn Thy see. Amen. |
Listen; while; (see note) one; sure and true strong; (see note) humble; chamber in addition unyielding; battle Deeds; lie Seek; peace strange country Certainly; falsehood with romance; read honor; Britain; earned strong Isle; [the area] is called (That takes in); indeed history written Wales; corner Cardiff sojourned; (see note) With; (see note) wished to go; hunt are accustomed With; strong did royal Let there be Baldwin; perform; (see note) will; go here [animals'] sleek time; (see note) barons; deer start them from their cover Exceedingly; Marrok; (see note) Kay Caradoc; (see note) greater (in rank); less Lancelot of the Lake Percevall; dare say Lanval; think Ywain son of Urien Lothian Gadiffer; Galleron; (see note) Constantine; Reinbrun; (see note) Green Steward them readied them right away; (see note) King's uncle; Mordred; (see note) with; did lead Engely strong perform their work Le Bel Inconnu; (see note) dun deer bleed Petipace; Winchelsea; (see note) chivalry steed Fair Unknown pursued with shouts Brandelys; Ironside; (see note) Many; warrior; did swift understand Begot; Green Certainly; dare say maid; Blanchland chamber; person understand Armed; completely Were; sun; hot bear Giants; were; war always; strife "Tawnyfoot" is named his steed; (see note) other gear; (see note) [A shield] of azure truly [Displaying] a griffin; fair Embellished; fleurs-de-lis knew; hunting; war Than; (see note) put them to trial Fiery many overcome grisly; regarded Strong; captured found courageous he; heard in his time Among; reputed reason beyond the hear; (see note) by east would not forego [the chance]; beast far ran [on the hunt] more People; feathered arrows archers for that occasion kill; cleanly did their horns running in a crowd hart; also hind By; [it] was mid-morning dead; clearing In a row; linden tree tell reindeer late afternoon stayed moor blew their; loudly Great lament stop Listen; adventure them Lodging; gladly labor For sure; believe meet Gentle sirs; hearken advise; off stay lodge away said; then before we go [far] Dare; refuse it to me (i.e., non-noble warrior) [lives] here here nearby name give us lodging by Saint James dare say fellow; (see note) be a guest; household experienced [The guest] will be overcome if; alive only through; will thither go along with you And may I prosper it; done; (see note) consider; hair if beat thoroughly stronghold bare brews such; (see note) beaten [so fiercely]; stink (i.e., won't wish to stay); (see note) bliss (i.e., by heaven) stay; against his wish Though; easily If; avail lord with us pleased; (see note) behavior make trouble health (i.e., may I prosper) morning food for a meal their gate; stopped needed to; (see note) hung; hammer with that; felt disdain pulled secret step them examined asked for lodging household back undertake with pleasure If; don't blame me limb and body moreover agreeable knows escape; villainy believe I sorely regret before Unless; special dispensation put aside say; go joke; guess Unless; with; (see note) king's; take; (see note) them (the gates); (see note) As I may prosper dare; it; guess [If] knew; lofty Several [of] your; give up else; flee right away watch over you gate; men; (see note) Capable; wield Two; Arthur's house (see note) By Saint Michael tidings pleases should come; (see note) young animals; fire grisly bull; lethal boar bite wonder big bear; loose knee towards immediately; them; (see note) commanded; hold off glowed; coal growl; snort tusks; at once immediately Lie still! Stay back!; (see note) fear did fear him For a single word heed did look terrifying visage broad Turned up; foully; (see note) span mouth large hair winnowing basket whoever; understand in breadth; (see note) then in height; (see note) With; powerful Amazing as it sounds; (see note) tree-post grown; them; (see note) thighs lie surely leg; have; (see note) Whoever withstood weak I dare say safely swear kneel; (see note) indeed Cease lodge; churl Except Surely; know wine; precious vessels cups bright sun one cup larger What [good]; do too fire; high bowl then; (see note) go did it held; more weak one all around then; made their exit see how their horses were stabled hay; nearby small horse (foal); by them their; eating moved equal; saddle-horse buffet made even, truly cleric of high orders know; courtesy; (see note) so far as I can tell; (see note) gave; then did go In a faint (swoon) he did lie way steed where war horse gave saw; eye gave swiftly; dropped faint; lie before you go off in company impressively; built asked; been seen to we are sorely grieved (see note) leave; [take stock] intention It rained; fierce by book; (see note) lodging had obtained; (see note) Outside guess stood covered green eat your fodder; (see note) use here what; provide are here times I guess By; their; prepared raised up on high (on trestles); (see note) Covered; quickly And then; pause (sit in first place) delight other Opposite; grandeur Who waist delicate eyes; arched complete complexion; rosy fairer; go (exist) to see handsome describe; clothing decked out noble thus lost; (see note) person dare; (see note) promise give; understand; (see note) on; did quick done spear to the pantry door pass over; (see note) right you if; drive hurt me at all hereabout good-humored at that got grasped moved; fervor given; blow; (see note) gave shattered fire; flint at once by; him grasped chair; fetched fixed Neither; eat console yourself sin is assure you [whom] you wish; yours Leave such have ashamed wire shone her hair more beautifully adorned jewels all over adorned radiate sunbeam [woman]; face Soon; fetched chair as well father maple wood tuning pins pause; (see note) then all the while fit themselves led [And]; bold lie splendid fair joy own; get lovely; to see secret step disarmed Duly; disrobed two kiss indeed strike [me]; knock [me] [the Carl's] will; time Then; heed; (see note) private act (intercourse); (see note) Whoa there engagement; forbid since kindness; in some way Insofar one [woman] just as [Who] at daylight immediately not hinder him from [sexual] command act right away softly; by before as completely give; both two Because of dare say; woman Here came have gone guess (see note) command already done prepared completely For a Mass; commanded the knell Mary; (see note) Wherever; any Mass go hospitality dine; (see note) upon receiving; afterwards together years ago; (see note) [to]; (see note) For which lodge; dwelling Except that; surely Unless; bade Unless; quickly low; (see note) servant Found [true]; but you reward you for it misery the queen led; desolate dwelling cartloads; bones bloody hung; shirt; (see note) them [bore] a heraldic design sorrow; (see note) These slew; helpers customs more; slain Insofar everyone along souls; make promise church; have made [With] By; their; all prepared raised up Covered; (see note) [the Carle's daughter]; (see note) served; together Much bade gave; for mitre guess gave; irascible blood red; powerful a one white riding horse [And] a pack horse laden describe her clothing earth; (see note) greet love of Him; Bethlehem will their kinsman escaped in response Bethlehem immediately; promised rode royal; took place gentle greeted them; (see note) right there ceasing fiddle; psaltery gittern; minstrelsy; (see note) fetched them; (see note) prudent was lacking mention varied [rich] azure; gray canopies; [trimmed all] about spires; sturdy praise [sufficiently] with vehemence had grace said; the meal a snag pheasants; cranes Partridges Enjoy; (see note) other; (see note) dare say bowls meal one Michael pleases experienced He gave; at once; (see note) you; moment many a time feast; prepared; (see note) an entire (i.e., wholly) gifts liberal; (see note) [disposed] their leave to go did build (see note) caused; to be built (i.e., a cathedral) [he enjoined] Cistercian monks; (see note) On behalf of; indeed (see note) on Your throne |