Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 16Percy Society, 1846 |
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Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages ... Percy Society Visualização completa - 1846 |
Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages ... Percy Society Visualização completa - 1846 |
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agayne anon anoon Baucillas bede blode Bote broght brynge Burlonde byfore bygan bytyde callid Certis childe chylde clerkys Dame dede deth drow dyde emperesse fabliau fadir fayre feyre fyght gode goon gret grete hert honde honour husband hyght hyre hys wyf hyt hys i-wys ilkon king knyght kyng lady leve londe lorde lordis lyfe mayster mekylle Merlyn morwen myght mykyl nevyr nought nouzt nowt oppon Parables of Sendabar prince quene Quod the emperour rede romance ryght sayde sayed schal sche schent scho schulde seven sages seyde slayne sore sorowe sory sothe speke stede story stryfe swyth Syntipas Syr Roger syre tale thare thay thaym Ther ther-fore thoght Thorow Thou schalt thout thow thy sone thyn thyng toke toun tresour Tryamowre Tylle Viziers wende withouten wode wolde woman wondur wyfe wylle wyste wyth yowre
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Página 65 - ... soone. Thare was contek ofte and lome Bytwen Pule and the cit6 of Rome. The kynge of Pule hadde no myght To stele oppon the town by nyght, For the myrrour was so clere, That kest lyght fer and nere. Twa clerkys was in hys londe, Twa bryther, that token on honde For to kast the myrour down, 19°° That lyght over al Rome toune.
Página 42 - The fyve were out wente, And the twa at home thay byeth, For to do that he thaym bydeth. That othir ladde myry lyf, And haddyn both childryn a[nd] wyf; Hit was a man withouten kare, And ryclych he wolde fare, What he spendid he nou3t rought, And that hys nek sore abought. When hys catel bygan to slake...
Página 1 - Yf ye wylle thys story here And herkyn to my stevyne. He was the kynge of Arragone, A nobull man and of grete renown, — Syr Ardus was hys name; He had a quene that hyght Margaret, Trewe as stele y yow be-hett, That falsely was broght in blame; The kyngys steward Marrok hyght, False and fekylle was that wyght, *° That lady for to fame: He lovyd welle that lady gente, For scho wolde not to hym assente He dud hur mekylle schame. The kyng lovyd welle the quene, For scho was semely on to sene And trewe...
Página 84 - Thou schalt nout here a worde of me, Bot thy sone be after sent, • That hys went to juggement." The emperour comaunded anoon After the childe for to goon. Than waster many a glad man, And mayster Jesse hys talle bygane. He sayed, " Sire emperour, i-wys, Hyt hys nowt lese, soth hyt hys, Hyt was a knyght a riche schyreve, That was lot hys wyf to greve. He sate a daye by hys wyf, And in hys honde helde a knyf, At schort wordis for to telle, In gamen bothe as thay felle, With a lytil croume knyfe...
Página 69 - Than thay sayen at the laste How the piler stode in bras, And with sowdyng sowdyt faste. Than sayed the tone clerke, ' Mynours, lat be 3oure werke.' When the mynours were goon, The clerkys made a fyre anoon, The pylar fot al about, And closyd the fyere al witout. When thay hadden thus doon...
Página 50 - Me thought here-out I hym herde, And cam out to clepyn hym inne, And my wyf hase put in the pyne In the dore oppon hyre game: Go forth, a Godys name!" ' Certis he lyes,' quod hys wyf, ' Hyt hys a man of wykkyd lyfe.
Página 29 - The lavydy was sory in hire thoght, And askid ware the childe was. And thay veppe and sayed, alas! " Certis, dam," quod that oon, " As wel mow we telle anoon: My lordis grewhond his wexen wode, And hase etten hym flesche and blode.
Página 16 - ... the chylde with grete honowre, And callyd hyt Tryamowre, Of hyt they were fulle gladd. A norse they gatt hyt untylle, Sche had mekylle of hur wylle They dud as sche them badd; Sche was bothe curtes and hynde, Every man was hur frynde, And of hur was fulle gladd. There dwellyd that lady longe...
Página 97 - He mande hym wel ate the knyght Al the daye and al the nyght; On morwen tho the day came, Towarde the castel the waye he nam, And wyth the lorde sone he mete, And ful hendlych hym grete, And sayed, ' Syre, I am comen For were that thou havest undirnome, For to helpe the for of thyne, Thy werre for to hende and fine.
Página 50 - Lat hym passe by juggement.' The wakmen nolde no langer abyde, They token hym in ilke a syde, And lad hym into the toune, And put hym in prisone, And lay alle nyght in mykyl sorowe, And hadde hys juggement a-morwen. Thus he hadde hys juggement, And thorow hys wyf he was schent. 147° So wyltou, sire emperour, Certis lese thyn honour, To bynym thy sonys lyf For a tale of thy wyffe.