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I was at Ertheldoun With Tomas spak Y thare; Ther herd Y rede in roune Who Tristrem gat and bare, Who was king with croun, And who him forsterd yare, And who was bold baroun, As thair elders ware. Bi yere Tomas telles in toun This aventours as thai ware. This semly somers day, In winter it is nought sen; This greves wexen al gray, That in her time were grene. So dos this world, Y say, Ywis and nought at wene, The gode ben al oway That our elders have bene. To abide, Of a knight is that Y mene, His name, it sprong wel wide. Wald Rouland thole no wrong, Thei Morgan lord wes; He brak his castels strong, His bold borwes he ches, His men he slough among And reped him mani a res. The wer lasted so long Til Morgan asked pes Thurch pine. For sothe withouten les, His liif he wende to tine. Thus the batayl, it bigan (Witeth wele it was so) Bituene the Douk Morgan And Rouland that was thro, That never thai no lan The pouer to wirche wo. Thai spilden mani a man Bituen hemselven to In prise. That on was Douk Morgan, That other Rouland Rise. The knightes that were wise, A forward fast thai bond That ich a man schul joien his And seven yer to stond; The Douke and Rouland Riis Therto thai bed her hond To heighe and holden priis And foren till Inglond To lende. Markes king thai fond With knightes mani and hende. To Marke the King thai went With knightes proude in pres And teld him to thende His aventours as it wes. He preyd hem as his frende To duelle with him in pes. The knightes, thai were hende And dede withouten les In lede. A turnament thai ches With knightes stithe on stede. Glad a man was he The turnament dede crie That maidens might him se And over the walles to lye. Thai asked who was fre To win the maistrie; Thai seyd that best was he, The child of Ermonie, In tour. Forthi chosen was he To maiden Blauncheflour. The maiden of heighe kinne Sche cald hir maisters thre: " . . . . . . . Bot yive it be thurch ginne. A selly man is he; Thurch min hert withinne Ywounded hath he me So sone: Of bale bot he me blinne, 1 Mine liif days ben al done." He was gode and hende, Stalworth, wise and wight; Into this londes ende Y not non better knight, Trewer non to frende And Rouland Riis he hight. To batayl gan he wende, Was wounded in that fight Ful felle. Blauncheflour the bright, The tale than herd sche telle. Sche seyd "wayleway" When hye herd it was so. To hir maistresse sche gan say That hye was boun to go To the knight ther he lay. Sche swouned and hir was wo, So comfort he that may, A knave child gat thai tuo So dere; And seththen men cleped him so: Tristrem the trewe fere. The trewes that thai hadde tan And stabled in her thought Than brak the Douk Morgan; He no wald held it nought. Rohand, trewe so stan, A letter he ther wrought And sent to Rouland onan, As man of socour sought In kare To help what he mought Or lesen al that ther ware. Rouland Riis in tene Tok leve at Markes King . . . [Lines 124-35 are missing in the manuscript.] " . . . Or thou wilt wende with me." "Mi duelling is hir ille; Bihold and tow may se. Mi rede is taken thertille, That fare Y wille with the And finde Thi fair folk and thi fre O lond ther is thi kinde." Thai busked and maked hem boun; Nas ther no leng abade. Thai lefted goinfainoun And out of haven thai rade Til thai com til a toun, A castel Rohant had made. Her sailes thai leten doun, And knight overbord thai strade Al cladde. The knightes that wer fade, Thai dede as Rohand bade. Rohand, right he radde: "This maiden schal ben oure, Rouland Riis to wedde, At weld in castel tour, To bring hir to his bedde That brightest is in bour. Nas never non fairer fedde Than maiden Blauncheflour Al blithe." After that michel anour, Parting com ther swithe. In hird nas nought to hele 2 That Morgan telles in toun, Mekeliche he gan mele, Among his men to roun; He bad his knightes lele Com to his somoun With hors and wepenes fele And rered goinfaynoun, That bold. He rode so king with croun To win al that he wold. Of folk the feld was brade, Ther Morgan men gan bide; Tho Rouland to hem rade, Ogain him gun thai ride; Swiche meting nas never made With sorwe on ich a side. Therof was Rouland glade; Ful fast he feld her pride, With paine. Morgan scaped that tide That he nas nought slain. Morganes folk cam newe On Rouland Riis the gode. On helmes gun thai hewe, Thurch brinies brast the blod; 3 Sone to deth ther drewe Mani a frely fode. Of Rouland was to rewe To grounde when he yode, That bold. His sone him after stode, And dere his deth he sold. Rewthe mow ye here Of Rouland Riis the knight. Thre hundred he slough there With his swerd bright; Of al tho that ther were Might non him felle in fight, Bot on with tresoun there Thurch the bodi him pight With gile. To deth he him dight. Allas that ich while! His hors o feld him bare Alle ded hom in his way; Gret wonder hadde he thought thare That folk of ferly play. The tiding com with care To Blauncheflour, that may. For hir me reweth sare: On childbed ther sche lay Was born Of hir Tristrem that day, Ac hye no bade nought that morn. A ring of riche hewe Than hadde that levedi fre; Sche toke it Rouhand trewe. Hir sone sche bad it be: "Mi brother wele it knewe; Mi fader gaf it me. King Markes may rewe The ring than he it se And moun. As Rouland loved the, Thou kepe it to his sone." The folk stode unfain Bifor that levedi fre. "Rouland, mi lord, is slain; He speketh no more with me. That levedi, nought to lain, For sothe ded is sche. Who may be ogain? As God wil, it schal be Unblithe." Sorwe it was to se That levedi swelted swithe. Geten and born was so The child was fair and white. Nas never Rohand so wo; He nist it whom to wite. 4 To childbed ded he go His owhen wiif al so tite, And seyd he hadde children to; On hem was his delite, Bi Crist! In court men cleped him so: Tho "Tram" bifor the "Trist." Douk Morgan was blithe Tho Rouland Riis was doun; He sent his sond swithe And bad al schuld be boun And to his lores lithe, Redi to his somoun. Durst non ogain him kithe, Bot yalt him tour and toun So sone. No was no king with croun So richeliche hadde ydone. Who gaf broche and beighe? Who bot Douke Morgan? Cruwel was and heighe, Ogaines him stode no man. To conseil he calleth neighe Rohand trewe so stan, And ever he dede as the sleighe And held his hert in an, That wise. It brast thurch blod and ban 5 Yif hope no ware to rise. Now hath Rohand in ore Tristrem and is ful blithe. The child he set to lore And lernd him al so swithe; In bok, while he was thore, He stodieth ever, that stithe. Tho that bi him wore Of him weren ful blithe, That bold. His craftes gan he kithe Ogaines hem when he wold. Fiftene yere he gan him fede, Sir Rohand the trewe. He taught him ich a lede Of ich maner of glewe And everich playing thede, Old lawes and newe. On hunting oft he yede; To swiche a lawe he drewe Al thus. More he couthe of veneri Than couthe Manerious. Ther com a schip of Norway To Sir Rohandes hold With haukes white and gray And panes fair yfold. Tristrem herd it say On his playing he wold Tuenti schilling to lay. Sir Rouhand him told And taught; For hauke, silver he yold, The fairest men him raught. A cheker he fond bi a cheire; He asked who wold play. The mariner spac bonair: "Child, what wiltow lay Ogain an hauke of noble air?" "Tuenti schillinges, to say. Whether so mates other fair Bere hem bothe oway." With wille The mariner swore his faye: "For sothe, ich held thertille." Now bothe her wedde lys, And play thai biginne; Ysett he hath the long asise And endred beth therinne. The play biginneth to arise. Tristrem deleth atuinne; He dede als so the wise: He gaf has he gan winne In raf. Of playe ar he wald blinne, Sex haukes he gat and gaf. Rohand toke leve to ga; His sones he cleped oway. The fairest hauke he gan ta That Tristrem wan that day; With him he left ma Pans for to play. The mariner swore also That pans wold he lay An stounde. Tristrem wan that day Of him an hundred pounde. Tristrem wan that ther was layd. A tresoun ther was made: No lenger than the maister seyd, Of gate nas ther no bade. As thai best sat and pleyd, Out of haven thai rade Opon the se so gray, Fram the brimes brade Gun flete. Of lod thai were wel glade, And Tristrem sore wepe. His maister than thai fand A bot and an are Hye seyden, "Yond is the land, And here schaltow to bare. Chese on aither hand Whether the lever ware Sink or stille stand; The child schal with ous fare On flod." Tristrem wepe ful sare; Thai lough and thought it gode. Niyen woukes and mare The mariners flet on flod, Til anker hem brast and are And stormes hem bistode. Her sorwen and her care Thai witt that frely fode; Thai nisten hou to fare, The wawes were so wode With winde. O lond thai wold he yede Yif thai wist ani to finde. A lond thai neighed neighe, A forest as it ware, With hilles that were heighe And holtes that weren hare. O lond thai sett that sleighe With al his wining yare, With broche and riche beighe, A lof of brede yete mare, That milde. Weder thai hadde to fare, A lond thai left that childe. Winde thai had as thai wolde; A lond bilaft he; His hert bigan to cold Tho he no might hem nought se. To Crist his bodi he yald, That don was on the Tre: "Lord, mi liif me bihold, In world Thou wisse me At wille; Astow art Lord so fre, Thou lete me never spille." Tho Tomas asked ay Of Tristrem, trewe fere, To wite the right way The styes for to lere. 6 Of a prince proude in play Listneth, lordinges dere. Whoso better can say, His owhen he may here As hende. Of thing that is him dere Ich man preise at ende. In o robe Tristrem was boun That he fram schip hadde brought Was of a blihand broun, The richest that was wrought, As Tomas telleth in toun. He no wist what he mought Bot semly sett him doun And ete ay til him gode thought; Ful sone The forest forth he sought When he so hadde done. He toke his lod unlight; His penis with him he bare. The hilles were on hight; He clombe tho holtes hare. Of o gate he hadde sight That he fond ful yare. The path he toke ful right; To palmers mett he thare On hand. He asked hem whennes thai ware. Thai seyd, "Of Yngland." For drede thai wald him slo He temed him to the king. He bede hem pens mo, Aither ten schilling, Yif thai wald with him go And to the court him bring. "Yis," thai sworen tho Bi the Lord over al thing Ful sone. Ful wel biset his thing That rathe hath his bone. The forest was fair and wide, With wilde bestes ysprad. The court was ner biside; The palmers thider him lad. Tristrem hunters seighe ride; Les of houndes thai ledde. Thai token in that tide Of fat hertes yfedde In feld. In blehand was he cledde. The hunters him biheld. Bestes thai brac and bare; In quarters thai hem wrought, Martirs as it ware That husbond men had bought. Tristrem tho spac thare And seyd wonder him thought: "Ne seighe Y never are So wilde best ywrought At wille. Other," he seyd, "Y can nought Or folily ye hem spille." Up stode a serjaunt bold And spac Tristrem ogain: "We and our elders old Thus than have we sain; Other thou hast ous told. Yond lith a best unflain; Atire it as thou wold And we wil se ful fain In feld." In lede is nought to lain, The hunters him biheld. Tristrem schare the brest; The tong sat next the pride; The heminges swithe on est He schar and layd biside. The breche adoun he threst; He ritt and gan to right; Boldliche ther nest Carf he of that hide Bidene. The bestes he graithed that tide, As mani seththen has ben. The spaude was the first brede; The erber dight he yare. To the stifles he yede And even ato hem schare; He right al the rede, The wombe oway he bare, The noubles he gaf to mede. That seighen that ther ware Al so. The rigge he croised mare, The chine he smot atuo. The forster for his rightes The left schulder gaf he, With hert, liver and lightes And blod tille his quirré Houndes on hyde he dightes; Alle he lete hem se. The raven he gave his giftes, Sat on the fourched tre On rowe. "Hunters, whare be ye? The tokening schuld ye blowe." He tight the mawe on tinde And eke the gargiloun; Thai blewen the right kinde And radde the right roun. Thai wist the king to finde And senten forth to toun And teld him under linde The best, hou it was boun And brought. Marke, the king with croun, Seyd that feir him thought. The tokening when thai blewe, Ther wondred mani a man; The costom thai nought knewe; Forthi fro bord thai ran. No wist thai nought hou newe Thai hadde hunters than. It is a maner of glewe To teche hem that no can Swiche thing. Alle blithe weren thai than That yede bifor the king. The king seyd, "Where were thou born? What hattou, bel amye?" Tristrem spac biforn: "Sir, in Hermonie. Mi fader me hath forlorn, Sir Rohand, sikerly The best blower of horn And king of venery For thought." The lasse gaf Mark forthi, For Rohand he no knewe nought. The king no seyd no more Bot wesche and yede to mete. Bred thai pard and schare - Ynough thai hadde at ete. Whether hem lever ware Win or ale to gete, Aske and have it yare, In coupes or hornes grete Was brought. Ther, while thai wold, thai sete And risen when hem gode thought. An harpour made a lay That Tristrem aresound he. The harpour yede oway, "Who better can, lat se." "Bot Y the mendi may, Wrong than wite Y the." The harpour gan to say, "The maistri give Y the Ful sket." Bifor the kinges kne Tristrem is cald to set. Blithe weren thai alle And merkes gun thai minne, Token leve in the halle Who might the child winne. Mark gan Tristrem calle, Was comen of riche kinne; He gaf him robe of palle And pane of riche skinne Ful sket. His chaumber he lith inne And harpeth notes swete. Now Tristrem lat we thare; With Marke he is ful dere. Rohand reweth sare That he no might of him here; Over londes he gan fare With sorwe and reweful chere, Seven kingriche and mare Tristrem to finde there And sought. His robes riven were; Therfore no leved he nought.7 Nought no semed it so Rohand, that noble knight. He no wist whider to go, So was he brought o might; To swinke men wold him to For mete and robes right. With other werkmen mo He bileft al night In land. Of the palmers he hadde a sight That Tristrem first fand. His asking is ever newe In travail and in pes. The palmer seyd he him knewe And wiste wele what he wes: "His robe is of an hewe Blihand withouten les; His name is Tristrem trewe; Bifor him scheres the mes The king. Y brought him ther he ches; He gave me ten schilling." "So michel wil Y give the," Quath Rohand, "will ye ta, The court ye lat me se." The palmers seyd, "Ya." Blithe therof was he And redily gaf him sa Of wel gode moné Ten schilinges and ma Of gayn. Rohand was ful thra Of Tristrem for to frain. In Tristrem is his delit, And of him speketh he ay. The porter gan him wite And seyd, "Cherl, go oway, Other Y schal the smite! What dostow here al day?" A ring he raught him tite - The porter seyd nought nay - In hand. He was ful wise, Y say, That first gave gift in land. Rohand tho tok he And at the gate in lete. The ring was fair to se; The gift was wel swete. The huscher bad him fle: "Cherl, oway wel sket, Or broken thine heved schal be And thou feld under fet To grounde." Rohand bad him lete And help him at that stounde. The pouer man of mold Tok forth another ring; The huscher he gaf the gold, It semed to a king, Formest tho in fold. He lete him in thring. To Tristrem trewe in hold He hete he wold him bring And brought. Tristrem knewe him no thing, And ferly Rohand thought. Thei men Tristrem had sworn, He no trowed it never in lede That Rohand robes were torn, That he wered swiche a wede. He frained him biforn, 8 "Child, so God the rede, How were thou fram Rohand lorn? Monestow never in lede?" Nought lain He kneled better spede And kist Rohand ful fain. "Fader, no wretthe the nought; Ful welcom er ye. Bi God that man hath bought, No thing no knewe Y the. With sorwe thou hast me sought; To wite it wo is me!" To Mark the word he brought: "Wil ye mi fader se With sight? Graithed Y wil he be, And seththen schewe him as knight." Tristrem to Mark it seyd, His aventours, as it were, Hou he with schipmen pleyd, Of lond hou thai him bere, Hou stormes hem bistayd, Til anker hem brast and are. "Thai yolden me that Y layd; With al mi wining yare In hand, Y clambe the holtes hare Til Y thine hunters fand." A bath thai brought Rohand inne; A barbour was redi thare. Al rowe it was, his chinne; His heved was white of hare. A scarlet with riche skinne Ybrought him was ful yare, Rohand of noble kinne. That robe ful fair he bare, That bold. Who that had seyn him thare A prince him might han told. Fair his tale bigan Rohand, thei he com lat; Tristrem, that honour can, To halle led him the gate. Ich man seyd than Nas non swiche, as thai wate, As was the pouer man That thai bete fram the With care. Nas non that wald him hate, Bot welcom was he thare. Water thai asked swithe, Cloth and bord was drain With mete and drink lithe And serjaunce that were bayn To serve Tristrem swithe And Sir Rohand, ful fayn Whasche when thai wald rise; The king ros him ogain That tide. In lede is nought to layn, He sett him bi his side. Rohand, that was thare, To Mark his tale bigan: "Wist ye what Tristrem ware, Miche gode ye wold him an. Your owhen soster him bare." The King lithed him than. "I nam sibbe him na mare; Ich aught to ben his man, Sir King. Know it yive ye can, Sche taught me this ring "When Rouland Riis the bold, Douke Morgan gan mete." The tale when Rohand told, For sorwe he gan grete. The King biheld that old, Hou his wonges were wete. To Mark the ring he yold - He knewe it al so sket Gan loke. 9 He kist Tristrem ful skete And for his nevou toke. Tho thai kisten him alle, Bothe levedi and knight And serjaunce in the halle And maidens that were bright. Tristrem gan Rohand calle And freined him with sight, "Sir, hou may this falle? Hou may Y prove it right? Nought lain Tel me, for Godes might, Hou was mi fader slayn." Rohand told anon His aventours al bidene, Hou the batayle bigan, The werres hadden yben, His moder hou hye was tan And geten hem bituene. "Slawe was Rouland than And ded Blaunche the Schene. Naught les, For dout of Morgan kene Mi sone Y seyd thou wes." Tristrem, al in heighe, Bifor the king cam he. "Into Ermonie, Sir, now longeth me; Thider fare wil Y. Mi leve Y take of the To fight with Morgan in hy, To sle him other he me With hand. Erst schal no man me se Ogain in Ingland." Tho was Mark ful wo; He sight sore at that tide. "Tristrem, thi rede thou ta In Inglond for to abide. Morgan is wick to slo; Of knightes he hath gret pride. Tristrem, thei thou be thro, Lat mo men with the ride On rowe. Take Rohand bi thi side; He wil thine frendes knawe." To armes the king lete crie The folk of al his land To help Tristrem. Forthi He made knight with his hand. He dede him han on heye The fairest that he fand In place to riden him by, To don him to understand So swithe. Sorwe so Tristrem band Might no man make him blithe. No wold he duellen a night - Therof nas nought to say. Ten hundred that were wight Wenten with him oway. Rohand, the riche knight, Redy was he ay. To his castel ful right He sailed the sevenday On rade. His maister he gan pay; His sones knightes he made. His frendes, glad were thai - No blame hem no man forthi - Of his coming, to say, Al into Ermonie, Til it was on a day Morgan was fast by, Tristrem bigan to say, "With Morgan speke wil Y And spede. So long idel we ly; Miself mai do mi nede." Tristrem dede as he hight. He busked and made him yare His fiftend som of knight; With him yede na mare. To court thai com ful right As Morgan his brede schare. Thai teld tho bi sight Ten kinges sones thai ware Unsought; Hevedes of wild bare Ichon to presant brought. Rohand bigan to sayn, To his knightes than seyd he, "As woman is tuiis forlain, Y may say bi me. Yif Tristrem be now sleyn, Yvel yemers er we. To armes, knight and swayn, And swiftly ride ye And swithe. Til Y Tristrem se, No worth Y never blithe." Tristrem speke bigan: "Sir king, God loke the As Y the love and an And thou hast served to me." The douke answerd than, "Y pray, mi lord so fre, Whether thou blis or ban, Thine owhen mot it be, Thou bold. Thi nedes tel thou me, Thine erand, what thou wold." "Amendes! Mi fader is slain, Mine hirritage Hermonie." The douke answerd ogain, "Certes, thi fader than slough Y." "Seththen thou so hast sayd, Amendes ther ought to ly." "Therfore, prout swayn, So schal Y the, for thi Right than Artow comen titly Fram Marke, thi kinsman? "Yongling, thou schalt abide. Foles thou wendest to fand. Thi fader thi moder gan hide; In horedom he hir band. Hou comestow with pride? Out, traitour, of mi land!" Tristrem spac that tide: "Thou lext, ich understand And wot." Morgan with his hand With a lof Tristrem smot. On his brest adoun Of his nose ran the blod. Tristrem swerd was boun, And ner the douke he stode. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . With that was comen to toun Rohand with help ful gode And gayn. Al that ogain hem stode Wightly were thai slayn. To prisoun thai gun take Erl, baroun and knight; For Douke Morgan sake Mani on dyd dounright. Schaftes thai gun schake And riven scheldes bright; Crounes thai gun crake Mani, ich wene, aplight. Saun fayl, Bituene the none and the night Last the batayle. Thus hath Tristrem the swete Yslawe the Douke Morgan. No wold he never lete Til mo castels wer tan; Tounes thai yold him skete And cités stithe of stan. The folk fel to his fet; Againes him stode ther nan In land. He slough his fader ban. Al bowed to his hand. Tuo yere he sett that land; His lawes made he cri. Al com to his hand Almain and Ermonie, At his wil to stand Boun and al redy. Rohand he gaf the wand And bad him sitt him bi, That fre. "Rohand lord make Y To held this lond of me. Thou and thine sones five Schul held this lond of me; Ther while thou art olive Thine owhen schal it be. What halt it long to strive? Mi leve Y take at te Til Inglond wil Y rive, Mark, mi nem, to se That stounde." Now boskes Tristre the fre To Inglond for to founde. Blithe was his bosking, And fair was his schip fare. Rohand he left king Over al his wining thare. Schipmen him gun bring To Inglond ful yare. He herd a newe tiding That he herd never are On hand. Mani man wepen sare For ransoun to Yrland. Marke schuld yeld unhold Thei he were king with croun Thre hundred pounde of gold Ich yer out of toun, Of silver fair yfold Thre hundred pounde al boun, Of moné of a mold Thre hundred pounde of latoun Schuld he. The ferth yere, a ferly roun, Thre hundred barnes fre. The truage was com to to Moraunt, the noble knight. Yhold he was so A neten in ich a fight. The barnes asked he tho Als it war londes right. Tristrem gan stoutely go To lond that ich night Of rade. Of the schippe thai hadde a sight The day thai dede obade. Mark was glad and blithe Tho he might Tristrem se. He kist him fele sithe; Welcom to him was he. Marke gan tidinges lithe, Hou he wan londes fre. Tristrem seyde that sithe, "Wat may this gadering be?" Thai grete. "Tristrem, Y telle it the, A thing is me unswete. "The King of Yrlond, Tristrem, ich am his man. To long ichave ben hir bond. With wrong the King it wan. To long it hath ystond. On him the wrong bigan. Therto ich held min hond." Tristrem seyd than, Al stille, "Moraunt that michel can Schal nought han his wille." Marke to conseyl yede And asked rede of this. He seyd, "With wrong dede The raunsoun ytaken is." Tristrem seyd, "Y rede That he the barnes mis." Tho seyd the King in lede, "No was it never his With right." Tristrem seyd, "Ywis, Y wil defende it as knight." Bi al Markes hald The truwage was tan. Tristrem gan it withhald As prince proude in pan. Thai graunted that Tristrem wald, Other no durst ther nan; Nis ther non so bald Ymade of flesche no ban, No knight. Now hath Tristrem ytan Ogain Moraunt to fight. Tristrem himself yede Moraunt word to bring And schortliche seyd in lede, "We no owe the nothing." Moraunt ogain sede, "Thou lexst a foule lesing. Mi body to batayl Y bede To prove bifor the King To loke." He waged him a ring; Tristrem the batayl toke. Thai seylden into the wide With her schippes tuo. Moraunt bond his biside, And Tristrem lete his go. Moraunt seyd that tide, "Tristrem, whi dostow so?" "Our on schal here abide, No be thou never so thro, Ywis. Whether our to live go, He hath anough of this." The yland was ful brade That thai gun in fight. Therof was Moraunt glade; Of Tristrem he lete light. Swiche meting nas never non made With worthli wepen wight. Aither to other rade And hewe on helmes bright With hand. God help Tristrem the knight! He faught for Ingland. Moraunt with his might Rode with gret raundoun Ogain Tristrem the knight And thought to bere him doun. With a launce unlight He smot him in the lyoun And Tristrem that was wight Bar him thurch the dragoun In the scheld. That Moraunt bold and boun Smot him in the scheld. Up he stirt bidene And lepe opon his stede. He faught, withouten wene, So wolf that wald wede. Tristrem in that tene No spard him for no drede; He gaf him a wounde ysene That his bodi gan blede Right tho. In Morauntes most nede His stede bak brak on to. |
(see note) spoke; (see note) recounted in a poem; (see note) Who conceived and bore Tristrem crown willingly were From year to year town These events beautiful These thickets become their Indeed and without a doubt The good have all passed away continue; (see note) what I speak spread Would; suffer; (see note) Though; (see note) [He = Rouland] castles he occupied slew dealt him many an attack war peace Because of the suffering Truly; lying His life he expected to lose Know valiant ceased (see note) killed Between the two of them battle one (see note) firm agreement they made each person; enjoy offered their hands To improve and preserve renown journeyed to arrive courtly valiant in battle the end circumstances dwell; peace courtly And did so truly Among the people decided upon stalwart; horses was announced lean noble [enough] victory (see note) tower Therefore For noble (see note) if; through cunning remarkable Through quickly The days of my life courtly valiant do not know is called he went; (see note) cruelly beautiful she heard governess she; prepared where was sorrowful male; those two afterwards; called true companion truce; agreed upon ratified; their would not keep it free from deceit as a stone at once trouble might lose everything distress from go My remaining is bad for her you I have decided about that you where; kindred prepared; themselves ready There was no long delay raised the banner; (see note) harbor; sailed Until; to Their; lowered strode armed eager for battle advised ours To govern fairest; chamber There was none; alive lovely great honor quickly Humbly; talk speak loyal summons deadly raised banner (see note to line 146) valiant [knight] as; crown wanted; (see note) people; full Where Morgan's men awaited battle When; rode Against Such an encounter grief; on each side overcame escaped; time So that he was not again (see note) noble young warrior Roland was in a pitiable condition went valiant [man] dearly; exacted payment for Something pitiful you may hear slew kill Except that someone; treachery stabbed put that very time onto the ground terrible sorrow maiden I am very sorry But she didn't live through noble lady entrusted [For] her son intimately gave grieve when remember for his son sorrowful noble lady lady; lie Truly Who can come back to life Sorrowful lady to have died [too] soon Conceived child [who] was sad (see note) wife; quickly two called The When messenger quickly ready listen to his decrees summons None dared oppose him yielded to him tower and town Immediately powerfully brooch and ring Cruel; proud Against true as stone the clever man (see note) wise [man] If; were not security from danger placed under instruction taught; swiftly there bold [man] Those; by; were courageous [man] He revealed his skills To them raise each song every style of music (see note) went knew of hunting (see note) stronghold garments Twenty; bet put up brought to him chessboard spoke courteously Young man; bet Against a hawk of noble breed; (see note) Whoever checkmates the other faith truth; thereto put up their stakes (see note) began to become more intense (see note) winnings before; cease won; gave go called take more Money money; wager In his turn won bet committed There was no delay of departure those best [of men] port; sailed sea broad waves Sailed journey boat; oar They you shall [go] into the waves Choose you would rather travel On the sea wept grievously laughed; amusing Nine weeks and more sailed on the sea anchor; broke; oar oppressed them Their sorrows blamed upon that noble young man did not know how to navigate waves; tumultuous they wished he might go If; knew how approached high forests; dark put ashore; clever [person] winnings willingly brooch; ring bread in addition noble person Regardles of where; (see note) On land wished On land he was left behind to grow cold When; see them no longer entrusted put protect guide As you; generous perish Then; (see note) true companion know battle noble lords (see note) politely, courtly dressed brown silk; (see note) (see note) knew not; might [do] graciously ate; until quickly journey money; carried; (see note) high climbed those gray wooded hills path eagerly Two pilgrims whence slay (see note) offered them more money Each If Yes; then [are] arranged his affairs quickly; request teeming pilgrims; led saw A leash; (see note) time silk; clad cut up (see note) then spoke it seemed to him saw; before In such a way a wild beast dressed By choice Either; I have no knowledge foolishly; slaughter replied to Tristrem; (see note) seen [it done] Otherwise unskinned Dress gladly (see note) watched him cut tongue set; spleen (see note); quickly with pleasure cut hind quarters cut; apportion next Carved; off Quickly prepared; time many a one since (see note) first stomach; prepared; readily; (see note) (see note); went in two cut them set out; fourth stomach bowels (see note); as a reward That they who were there saw The back he cut crosswise The backbone he chopped in two forester lungs (see note) puts (see note) forked In order signal stretched the viscera on a tine gullet played; note knew how told; under a tree beast; prepared it seemed good to him signal; (see note) Therefore; table knew sport those who do not know Such went What is your name, fair friend (see note) lost surely hunting (see note) Mark could not care less about that washed; went to [his] meal cut the crust off and sliced to eat Whether they preferred readily cups; great as long as they wanted it seemed good to them berated went away (i.e., gave way to Tristrem) let's see Unless I can surpass you Wrongly then I blame you victory I give to you quickly sit distinctive features; take note of (see note) [Who] was born fine cloth cloak quickly we cease to speak of grieves greatly hear travel doleful spirit kingdoms tattered knew where deprived of strength Men wanted to take him to work Just for food and clothes more remained pilgrims encountered constant trouble; peace pilgrim knew; who he was of a solid color Silk in truth carves the meal where he chose [to go] much take [it] pilgrims willingly money more eager; (see note) ask delight always blame Or gave; quickly then let [him] in pleasing door-keeper quickly head asked him to cease [his threats] [him = Rohand]; time mortal man door-keeper It seemed worthy of a king The greatest then on earth push forward promised it seemed surprising to Rohand Though; to Tristrem would never have believed it Rohand's wore such clothing Young man, may God advise you separated Do you remember Truly kneeled right away gladly do not become angry are redeemed I didn't know you at all It grieves me to know it With your own eyes Equipped I want him to be then told adventures From; carried beset them anchor; oar returned to me what I bet readily climbed the grey wooded hills encountered barber shaggy-haired head (see note) quickly wore valiant man seen reckoned although he came recently who knows how to treat with honor led him on the way There was none such as far as they knew poor beat; gate Unfortunately spread pleasant serving men; eager gladly Wash rose to greet him If you knew grant listened to I am not related be his servant if entrusted to me encounter weep old [man] cheeks gave (see note) nephew lady serving-men beautiful asked; (see note) Truly adventures completely fighting battles she was taken (see note) Slain dead; Beautiful fear; cruel haste I want [to go] right away slay; or Before [I do so] very sorry sighed be advised difficult to slay Among; great prowess though you be bold In an armed party had called For that occasion knights He provided him immediately To counsel him constrained He would not remain valiant powerful always seventh day journey recompense that is succeed I can attend to my own business promised prepared; himself ready a group of fifteen knights just cut his bread counted (see note) Heads; boar Each one; as a gift speak twice seduced I may compare myself to slain Poor guardians I will never be happy watch over you cherish given aid noble wish well or curse own Retribution in reply Surely; slew; (see note) Since Reparations; be due proud young man As I may thrive directly cohabit with secretly fornication; had intercourse with By what right lie know palm; struck From Tristrem's; ready (see note) useful against Quickly Many a one died outright brandish cleave Heads; split open in faith Without fail noon Lasted gracious slain cease more; taken yielded to him quickly strong slew his father's murderer submitted to his authority set that land in order he had proclaimed (see note) sceptre nobleman hold [from a feudal lord] alive own avails; debate from you arrive my uncle (see note) time prepares go preparation ship's rigging conquest readily before wept grievously tribute had to give unwillingly Though Each all prepared money cast in one mold latten; (see note) fourth; a terrible requirement noble children tribute; take (see note) Considered A giant children demanded he then according to law same (see note) wait for When many times hear conquered congregation lamented [that] is to me disagreeable; (see note) vassal I have owed them fealty lasted have went advice about advise fail to obtain the children among the people Rightfully Throughout; domain tribute; collected rich clothing what Tristrem wanted [To do] otherwise; dared Is not flesh nor bone undertaken Against aloud said in reply You lie a wicked lie in battle I offer As an offering He [Moraunt] gave as a pledge accepted the challenge sailed; open sea tied up do you One of us valiant Whichever of us stays alive wide He took Tristrem lightly excellent; strongly constructed Each struck violence overthrow him stout (see note) valiant Pierced armed quickly leapt; horse doubt As; became mad rage fear visible greatest need His horse's back broke in two |