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To God thi Sone make a mocion
How he thi servaunt was, Mayden Marie, And lat his love floure and fructifie! 4991
Al-thogh his lyfe be queynt," the résemblaunce
Of him hath in me so fressh lyfiynesse, That, to putte othir men in remembraunce
Of his persone, I have heere his lyknesse Do make, to this ende, in sothfastnesse, That thei that have of him lest thought and mynde,
4997 By this peynture may ageyn him fynde.
But wel assured in his manly herte,
made to alight on foot 8 brought to ground 'prowess 10 in spite of 11 foes 12 slew 13
16 as if 17 for the purpose
18 them 19 drew defeat destruction quickly remained sorely
JOHN LYDGATE (1370 ?-1451 ?)
FROM THE STORY OF THEBES HOW FALSLY ETHYOCLES LEYDE A BUSSHEMENT 3 IN THE WAY TO
HAVE SLAYN TYDEUS At a posterne forth they gan to ryde By a geyn 4 path, that ley oute a-side, Secrely, that no man hem espie, Only of 5 tresoun and of felonye. They haste hem forth al the longe day, Of cruel malys, forto stoppe his way, Thorgh a forest, alle of oon assent, Ful covartly to leyn a busshement Under an hille, at a streite passage, To falle on hym at mor avantage, The same way that Tydeus gan drawe At thylke’ mount wher that Spynx was slawe.8 He, nothing war in his opynyoun Of this compassed 10 conspiracioun, But innocent and lich 11 a gentyl knyght, Rood ay forth to 12 that it drowe 13 to nyght, Sool by hym-silf, with-oute companye, Hlavyng no man to wisse 11 hym or to gye.15
But at the last, lifting up his hede, Toward eve, he gan taken hede; Mid of his waye, right as eny lyne, Thoght he saugh, ageyn the mone shyne, Sheldes fresshe and plates borned 16 bright, The which environ 17 casten a gret lyght; Ymagynyng in his fantasye Ther was treson and conspiracye Wrought by the kyng, his journe 18 forto lette.19 And of al that he no-thyng ne sette,20
1 quenched 2 had måde 3 ambush 4 convenient Spurely because of 6 greater advantage ? the same
not at all aware in his thought 10 arranged, formed 11 like 12 till 13 drew 14 direct 15 guide 16 burnished 17 around 18 journey 19 hinder 20 he cared nothing for all that
at once 20
The Theban knyghtes in compas rounde
aboute In the vale lay slayne, alle the hoole route, Which pitously ageyn the mone ? gape; For non of hem, shortly, myght eskape, 1180 But dede * echon as thei han deserved, Save oon excepte, the which was reserved By Tydeus, of intencioun, To the kyng to make relacioun How his knyghtes han her journe
spedde, Everich of hem his lyf left for a wedde, 6 And at the metyng how they han hem born; To tellen al he sured 7 was and sworn To Tydeus, ful lowly on his kne.
(Authors and Dates Unknown)
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF
1. When shawes 8 beene sheene, and
shradds 10 full fayre, And leeves both large and longe, It is merry, walking in the fayre fforrest,
To heare the small birds songe.
5. “Buskel yee, bowne' yee, my merry
In greenwood where they bee.”
A shooting gone are they,
Where they had gladdest bee;
His body leaned to a tree. 7. A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Had beene many a mans bane,
Topp, and tayle, and mayne. 8. “Stand you still, master,” quoth Litle
To know his meaning trulye.”
And that's a ffarley 3 thinge;
And tarry my-selfe behinde?
And a man but heare him speake. 40 And itt were not for bursting of my bowe,
John, I wold thy head breake." 11. But often words they breeden bale;
That parted Robin and John.
The gates 4 he knowes eche one. 12. And when hee came to Barnesdale,
Great heavinesse there hee hadd;
50 13. And Scarlett a-ffoote flyinge was,
Over stockes and stone,
Fast after him is gone. 14. “Yett one shoote I'le shoote,” sayes Litle
John, “With Crist his might and mayne; l'le make yond fellow that flyes soe fast
To be both glad and ffaine.”
2. The woodweele
and wold not cease, Amongst the leaves a lyne ; 12 And it is by two wight 13 yeomen,
By deare God, that I meane.
53. But Robin hee hyed 1 him towards Litle
Fast after him did drive.
They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete
wrange, To battell that were not bowyn.
54. “Stand abacke! stand abacke !” sayd
Ones shrift another shold heere."
6. “Now we have haryed all Bamborowe
schyre, All the welth in the world have wee; I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,
So styll and stalworthlye."
The standerds schone fulle bryght;
And thether they cam fulle ryghi. 8. Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell, I tell yow wythowtten drede;
30 He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,
And kepte Barwyke upon Twede. 9. To the Newe Castell when they cam,
The Skottes they cryde on hyght: “Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within,
Com to the fylde, and fyght. 10. “For we have brente Northomberlonde,
Thy erytage good and ryght,
The Skottyssch oste for to se,
Full sore it rewyth me. 12. “Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe
The tone 8 of us schall dye.” 13. “Where schall I byde the?” sayd the
Dowglas, “Or where wylte thow com to me?” 50 “At Otterborne, in the hy way,
Ther mast thow well logeed be. 1 man a field 3 morrow 4 doubt 5 since 6 lodging 7 hostility 8 the one
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
1. Yt felle abowght the Lamasse tyde,
Whan husbondes wynnes 5 ther haye, The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym
In Ynglond to take a praye. 2. The yerlle of Fyffe, wythowghten stryffe,
He bowynd hym over Sulway;
That raysse ? they may rewe for aye. 3. Over Hoppertope hyll they cam in,
And so down by Rodelyffe crage;
Styrande 8 many a stage. 4. And boldely brente 'Northomberlond,
And haryed many a towyn; 1 hastened ? quickly 3 help *clotted 5 dry 6 got ready ? raid 8 arousing 'burned