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Tryamoure.
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NOw Iesu_chryste our heuen-kynge |
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Graunte you all his dere blessynge |
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And hye heuen for to wynne |
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If ye wyll a stounde laye to youre eere |
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Of aduentres ye shall here |
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That wyll be to your lykynge |
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Of a kynge and of a quene |
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That great Ioye had them betwe[ne] betwene] betwe 1561
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Aradas was his name |
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He had a quene named Margarete
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She was as treue as steele and swete |
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And full false brought in fame |
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By the kynges stuarde that Marrocke hight |
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A tratoure and a false knight |
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Here-after ye wyll saye all the same |
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He loued wele that lady gent |
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And for she wolde not with him consent |
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He dyde that good quene moche shame shame] shamee 1561
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Thys kynge loued well his quene |
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Bycause she was semely to sene |
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And as true as the turtel on tree |
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Ether to other made grete mone |
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For chyldren together had they none |
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Bygoten on theyr body |
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Therfore the kynge I vnderstonde |
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Made a vowe to go to the hole-lande |
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Ther fore to fyght and to sle |
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And prayed god that wolde sende him tho |
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Grace to gete a chylde bytwene them two |
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That [the] ryght [heyre] myght be the ryght heyre] there ryght 1561, the right heire P
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So his vowe he dyde there make |
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And of the pope they crosse dyde he take |
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For to seke the londe where god hym bought |
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The nyght of his departinge on that lady mylde |
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[As god it wolde he gate a chylde] upper margin trimmed
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But they bothe wyste it nought |
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And on the morowe whan it was daye |
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The kynge hyed on his Iourneye |
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For to tary he it not thoughte |
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Than the quene began to morne |
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Bycause her lorde wolde no lenger soiorne |
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She syghed sore and sobbed full ofte |
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The kynge and his men armed them ryghte |
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Bothe lordes barons and many a knyght |
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With him for to goo |
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Than bytwene her and the kynge |
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Was muche sorowe and mournynge |
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Whan they sholde departe in two |
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He kyssed and toke his leue of the quene |
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And of other ladies brighte and shene |
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A[n]d of Marrocke his stuarde also |
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The kynge commaunded hym on payne of his lyfe |
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All for to kepe well the quene his wyfe |
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Bothe in wayle and in woo |
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Nowe is the kynge forthe gone |
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To the place where god was on the crosse done |
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And warreth there a whyle |
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Than bethought this false stuarde |
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As ye shall here afterwarde |
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His lorde and kyng to begyle |
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He wowed the quene daye and nyght |
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For to lye with her and he myght |
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He drede no creature tho |
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Full fayre he dyde to that lady speke |
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That he mighte in bedde with her slepe |
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Thus full ofte he prayed her so |
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But she was stedfast in her thought |
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And herde hym speke and sayd nought |
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Tyll he all his tale had tolde |
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Than she sayd Marroke hast thou noo thought |
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All that thou speke[st] is for nought spekest] speketh 1561, speakeest P
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I trowe not that thou woulde |
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Full well my lorde dyde trust thee |
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Whan he to you delyuered me |
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To haue me vnder thy holde |
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And woldest full fayne |
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Do to thy lorde shame |
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Traytoure th[o]u arte to bolde thou] thau 1561, thou P
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Than sayd Marroke vnto that lady |
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My lorde is gone nowe verely |
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A_gayne goddes foes to fyght |
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And without the more [w]onder be wonder] vonder 1561
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He shall come no more at thee |
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As I am a true knyght |
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And madame we wyl worke so priuely |
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That whider he do lyue or dye |
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For of this shall wyte no wyght |
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Than waxed the quene wonder wrothe |
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And swore many a grete othe |
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As she was a true woman |
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She sayd treaytoure yf euer thou be so hardy |
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To shewe me of suche a velany |
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On a galowes thou shalt hange |
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Yf I may knowe after this |
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That thou tyce me to do a_mysse |
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Thou shalt haue the lawe of the londe |
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Marroke sayd lady mercy |
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I sayd it for no velany |
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By Ihesu heuen-kynge |
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But onely for to proue your wyll |
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Whyther that ye were good or yll |
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And for none other thynge |
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But now madame I may well see |
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That ye be true as turtle on the tre |
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Unto my lorde the kynge |
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And that is to me bothe gladde and lefe |
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Therfore take it not in grefe |
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For no maner of thynge |
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And so the treatoure excused hym tho |
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The lady wende it had bene so |
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As the stuarde had sayde |
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He wente forthe and helde hym styll |
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And thought he coud not haue his wil |
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Therfore he was euyll apayde |
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So with treason and trechery |
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He thought to do her velany |
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Thus to hymselfe he sayde |
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Nyght and daye laboured he than |
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For to deceyue that good woman |
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So at the laste he her betrayed |
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¶Now of thys good queene leue we |
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And by the grace of the holy triniti |
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Full grete with chyld she dyde gone |
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¶Nowe of kynge
Aradas speke wee |
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That full ferre in hethenesse is he |
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To fyghte agayne goddes fone fone] fonne 1561
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Ther with his armi and with al his might |
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Slew many a proude sarzyn in fyghte |
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Grete worde of them there rose |
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In the hethen lond and also in Pagany |
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And in euery other londe that they came by |
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There sprange of hym grete lose |
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Whan he had done his pilgrimage |
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And laboured all that great v[ya]ge vyage] vayge 1561, voyage P
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With all his good-wyll and lyberte |
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[A]t flome Iordan and at bedleem
At] It 1561
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And at caluery besyde Iherusalem
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In all the places was he |
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Than he longed to come home |
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To se his lady that lyued alone |
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He thought euer on her gretely |
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So longe they sayled on the fome |
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Tyll at the last he came home |
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He aryued ouer the salte stronde |
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The shyppes dyde stryke theyr saylles echone |
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The men were gladde that the kynge came home |
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Unto his owne lande |
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There was bothe myrthe and game |
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The quene of his cominge was full fayne |
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Eche of them tolde other tydynge |
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The kynge at laste his quene behelde |
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And sawe her go grete with childe |
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He wondred at that thyng |
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Many tymes he dyd her kysse |
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And made grete Ioye wythoute mysse |
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His hert made great reioysynge |
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Soone after the kynge herde tydynges newe |
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By marrocke that false knyght vntrewe |
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With treason he gan his lorde frayne |
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My lorde he sayd for goddes [p]yne pyne] byne 1561, P, pyne C
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Of that chylde that neuer [was thyne] was thyne] thyne was 1561, thine was P
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Why arte thou so fayne |
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Ye wene that it your owne be |
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But syr he sayde for certente |
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Your quene hath you betrayne |
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An-other knyght so god me spede |
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Bygate thys chylde syth you yede |
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And hath thy quene forlayne |
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Alas sayd the kynge how maye this be |
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For I betoke her vnto the |
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Her to kepe in wele and wo |
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And vnder thy kepynge how fortuned this |
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That thou suffred her [to] do amys her to do] her in do 1561, her doe P
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Alas Marocke why dyde thou so |
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Syr sayde the stuarde blame not me |
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For moche mone she made for the |
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As thought she had loued no moo |
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I trowed on her no velany |
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Tyll I sawe one lye her by |
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As the mele had wrought |
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To hym I ca[m]e with eger mode came] canne 1561, came P
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And slewe the traytoure as he stode |
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Full sore it her forthought Full] Fulll 1561
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Than she trowed she sholde be shente |
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And promysed me bothe londe and rente |
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So fayre she me besoughte |
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To do with her al my wyll |
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Yf that I wolde holde me styll |
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And tell you nought |
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Of this said the king I haue gret wonder |
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For sorowe my herte wyll breke asonder |
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Why hathe she done amysse |
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Alasse to whome shall I me mone |
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Syth I haue loste my comly quene |
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That I was wont to kysse |
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The kyng sayd Marrocke what is thy rede |
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It is beste to brenne her to ded |
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My lady that hathe done me this |
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Now bycause that she is false to me |
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I wyll neuer-more her se |
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Nor dele with her ywys |
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The stuarde sayd lorde do not so |
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Thou shalte her neyther brenne ne slo |
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But do as I shall you tell |
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Marrocke sayd this counceyll I |
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Banysshe her out of your londe preuely |
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Ferre in exyle |
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Delyuer her an ambelynge stede |
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And an olde knyght her to lede |
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Thus by my councell loke ye do |
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And gyue them some spendynge |
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That may them oute of the londe to brynge |
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I wolde no better than so |
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and an-other mannes chylde sholde be your heyre |
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It were neyther good nor fayre |
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But if it were of your kynne |
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Than sayd the kynge so mote I the |
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Ryght as thou sayest so shall it be |
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And erst wyll I neuer blyne |
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Lo now is exyled that good quene |
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But she wist not what it dy[d]e mene dyde] dyne 1561, did P
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Nor what made hym to begynne |
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To speke to her he ne wolde |
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That made the quenes herte full cold |
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And that was grete pyte and synne |
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He dyde her cloth in purple wede |
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And sette her on an olde stede |
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That was both croked and almost blynd |
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He toke her an olde knyght |
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Kynne to the quene and syr
Roger hyght |
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That was bothe curteyse and kynde |
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Thre dayes he gaue hym leue to passe |
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And after that daye set was |
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Yf men myght them fynde |
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The quene sholde be brenned stercke deed |
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In a fyre with flames rede |
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This came of the stuardes mynde |
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Forty florens for theyr expence |
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The kyng bad gyue them in [his] presence his] this 1561, his P
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And commaunded them to go |
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The lady mourned as she sholde dye |
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For all this she wiste not why |
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He fared with her so |
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The good knight comforted thei quene |
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And sayd at goddes wyll all must bene |
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Therfore madam mourn you no more |
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Roger hathe for her muche care |
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For ofte she mourned as she dyd fare |
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And cryed and syghed full sore |
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Lordes knyghtes and ladyes gente |
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Mourned for her whan she wente |
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And [b]e_wayled her that season be_wayled] he wayled 1561, P
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The quene began to make sorow and care |
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Whan she from the kynge should fare |
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With wronge agayne all reason |
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Forth they wente in nombre thre |
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Roger the quene and the grehounde truely |
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A wo worthe wycked treason |
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Than thought the stuarde truely |
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To do the quene a velany |
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And to werke with her his will |
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He ordeyned hym a company |
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Of his owne men pryuely |
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That wolde assent hym tyll |
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All vnder a wodes-syde they dyde ly |
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There-as the quene sholde passe by |
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And helde them wonder styll |
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And there he thought verely |
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This good quene for to lye by |
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His lustes to fullfill |
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And whan the came into the wood the] hee P
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Roger and the quene so good |
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And there to passe without doubte |
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With that they were ware of the stuarde |
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How he was comynge to them-warde |
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With a full grete route |
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Here is treason sayd the quene |
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Alas sayde syr
Roger what may this mene |
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With foes we be sette rounde aboute |
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The knyght sayd here wyll we dwell |
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Our lyues shall we full dere sell |
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Be they neuer so stoute |
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Madame he sayde be not a_ferde |
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For I thynke with the same swerde |
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That I shall make them loute |
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Than cryed the stuarde to syr
Roger on hye |
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And sayde olde traytoure thou shalte dye |
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For that I go aboute |
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Roger sayde not for the |
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My dethe shalt thou sore abye |
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For with the I wyll fyght |
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He wente to hym full shor[te]ly shortely] shoretly 1561
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And olde syr
Roger bare hym manly |
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Lyke a full hardy knyght |
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He hewed on them boldely |
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There was none of that company |
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So hardy nor so wyght |
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Roger hyt on one the hede |
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That to the gyrdell the swerde yede |
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Than was he of hym quyte |
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He smote a stroke with his swerde good |
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That all aboute hym ranne thei blodde |
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So sore he dede than smyte than] them P
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Truely his grehounde that was so good |
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Dyde helpe his maister and by him stode |
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Full bytterly he gan byte |
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Than that lady that fayre fode |
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She fered Marrocke in her mode |
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She lyght on fote and lefte her stede |
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And ranne fast and wolde not leue |
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And hydde her vnder a grene greue |
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For she was in grete dred |
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Roger than the quene gan beholde |
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And of hys lyfe he dyde nothynge holde |
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His good grehounde dyde helpe hym in-dede |
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And as it is in romaynes tolde |
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Fourtene he slewe of yemen bolde |
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So he quited him in that stede |
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If he had be armed ywys |
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All the maystry had be his |
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Alas he lacked wede |
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As good syr
Roger gaue a stroke |
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Behynde hym came syr
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That euyll myght he spede |
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He smote syr
Roger with a spere |
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That to the ground he dyde hym bere |
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And fast that knyght dyde blede |
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Marrocke gaue him such a wound |
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That he dyed there on the grounde |
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And that was a synfull dede |
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Now is syr
Roger slayne certaynly |
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He rode forthe and lette hym lye |
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And soughte after the quene |
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Fast the rode and sought euery waye the] hee P
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Yet wyste the not where the quene laye the] he P
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Than had that traytour tene |
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Ouer all the wodde he her sought |
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But as god wolde he founde her nought |
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Than waxed he wrothe I wene |
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And helde his iourney euyll besette |
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That he not with the quene had mette |
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To haue had his pleasure that traytoure kene |
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And whan he coude not that lady fynde |
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Homewarde they began to wende |
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Harde by where syr
Roger laye |
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Thei stuarde hym thruste throughout |
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For of his deth he had no dought |
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And thus the story dooth saye |
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Whan thei traytoure had done so |
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He let hym lye and wente hym fro |
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And toke no thought [that] daye that] no 1561, that P
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Yet all his company was nye gone |
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Fourtene he lefte there deed for one |
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There passed but foure a_waye |
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Than the quene was ful wo |
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And whan she sawe that they were go |
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She made sorowe and crye |
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Than she rose and wente agayne wente] wennte 1561
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To syr
Roger and founde hym slayne |
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His grehounde by his fete dyde lye |
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Alas she sayde that I was borne |
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My true knight now haue I lorne |
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They haue hym here slayne |
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Full pyteously she made her mone |
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And sayd nowe must I go alone |
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The grehunde she wolde haue had full fayne |
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The hounde styll by his maister dide lye |
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He lycked his woundes and dyde whyne and crye |
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This to se the quene had payne |
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And sayd syr
Roger this haste thou for me |
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Alas that euer it shoulde so be |
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Her heere she tare a_twayne |
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And than she wente and toke her stede |
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She no lenger there abede |
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Leest men shode fynde her there |
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She sayd syr
Roger now thou arte dede |
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Who shal me now the ryghte waye lede |
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For now thou may[st] speke no more mayst] mayw 1561, mayst P
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Ryght on the grounde there-as he laye dede |
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She kyssed hym or she from hym yede |
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God wote her herte was sore |
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What for sorowe and drede |
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Fast awaye she gan her spede |
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She wyste not whether ne where |
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The good grehounde for wele ne wo |
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Wolde not fro the knyght go |
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But laye and lycked his wounde |
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He wente to haue heled hym agayne |
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And therto he dyde hys payne |
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Lo suche loue is in a hounde |
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This knight laye tylle he dyde stynke |
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The grehounde than began to thynke |
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And scraped a pytte anone |
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Therin he drewe the deed corse |
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So he couered with erth and mosse |
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And from hym he wolde not gone |
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The grehounde laye styll there |
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This quene gan forthe fare |
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For drede of her fone |
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She had grete sorowe in her harte |
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The thornes pricked her wonder smert |
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She wyst not whether to go |
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This lady forthe fast gan hye |
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In-to the londe of hongrye
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Thyder came she with grete wo |
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At laste she came to a woddes-syde |
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But than coude she no ferther r[y]de ryde] rede 1561, ryde P
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Her paynes toke her so |
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She lyghted downe in that tyde |
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For there she dyde her trauayll abyde |
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God wolde that it sholde be so |
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Than she with muche payne |
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Tyed her horse by the rayne |
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And rested her there tyll her paynes were go |
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She was delyuered of a man-chylde swete |
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And whan it beganne to crye and wepe |
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It ioyed her herte gretelye |
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Soone after whan she might stere |
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She toke her chylde to her full nere |
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And wra[p]ped it full softely wrapped] wranped 1561
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What for wery and for wo |
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They fell aslepe bothe-two |
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Her stede stode her behynde |
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There came a knyght rydynge nere |
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And founde this lady so louely of chere |
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As he hunted after the hynde |
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The knyght hyght Barnarde_Mausewynge
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That founde the quene slepynge |
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Under the grene-wood lynde |
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Softely he wente nere and nere |
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He lyghted on fote and behelde her chere |
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As a knyght curteese and kynde |
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He awaked that lady of beaute |
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She loked on [him] pyteously him] full 1561, him P
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And was a_ferde full sore |
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He sayde what do you here madame |
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Of whens be you and what is your name |
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Haue ye your men forlorne |
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Syr she sayd yf ye wyll wete |
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I am named Margarete
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In Aragon was I borne |
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Here I haue suffred moche grefe |
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Helpe me syr out of this myschefe |
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At some towne that I were |
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The knyght behelde the lady good |
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Hym thoughte she was of gentyll blode |
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That was so harde bestadde |
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He toke her vp curteysly |
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And the chylde tha[t] laye her by that] tha 1561
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Them bothe wyth hym he ladde |
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And made her haue a woman at wyll |
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Tendynge to her as yt was sk[y]ll skyll] skell 1561, skill P
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All for to brynge her a_bedde |
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What-so-eue[r] she wolde haue euer] euee 1561
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She neded it not longe to craue |
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Her speche was ryghte sone spedde |
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They christened the child with grete honoure |
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And named hym syr
Tryamoure
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Than the were of him gladde |
460 |
Grete gyftes to him was gyuen |
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Of lordes and ladyes by_dene |
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In bokes as I redde |
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There dwelled that lady longe |
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With muche ioye the[m] amonge them] then 1561, them P
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465 |
Of her they were neuer wery |
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The chylde was taught grete norture |
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A mayster hym had vnder his cure |
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And taught him curteysye |
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This chylde waxed wonderous well |
470 |
Of grete stature bothe flesshe and fell |
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Euery man loued hym truely |
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Of his company all folke were gladde |
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None other cause in-dede they hadde |
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The chylde was gentyll and bolde |
475 |
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And of the grehounde speke we |
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¶Longe seuen yere so god me saue |
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He dyde kepe his maisters graue |
480 |
Tyll that he waxe olde |
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This grehounde sir
Roger had kepte longe |
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And brought him vp syth he was yonge |
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In storyes as it is tolde |
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Therfore he kepte so there |
485 |
By the space of seuen yere |
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And go from hym he ne wolde |
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Euer vpon his maystres graue he lay |
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Ther myght no man haue hym a_way |
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For hete neyther for colde |
490 |
Without it were ones a daye |
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He ranne aboute to gete hys praye |
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Of beestes that were bolde |
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Conyes whan he might them gete |
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Thus wolde he laboure for his mete |
495 |
Yet grete honger he had in holde |
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And seuen yere he dwelled there |
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Tyll it befell on that one yere |
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Euen on christmasse-daye |
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The grehounde as the story sayes |
500 |
Came to the kynges palayes |
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Withoute ony delaye |
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Whan the lordes were sette to mete sone |
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The grehounde into thei hall ronne |
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Amonge the knyghtes gaye |
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505 |
All aboute he gan beholde |
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But he sawe not what he wolde |
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Than wente he his waye full ryght |
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Whan he had sought and coude not fynd |
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He dyde full gentylly his kynde |
510 |
Spede better whan he myght |
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The grehounde ranne forth his waye |
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Tyll he came where his maister laye |
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As faste as euer he mought |
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The kinge maruayled on that dede |
515 |
Frome whens he came and whyder he yede |
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Or who hym thyder brought |
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The kynge thought he had sene hym ere |
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But he wyste not well where |
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Therfore he sayde ryght nought |
520 |
Soone he bethought hym then |
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That he hym erste ken |
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And sate styll in a thoughte |
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The other daye in the same wyse |
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Whan the kynge from hys mete sholde ryse |
525 |
The grehounde came in tho |
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All aboute there he sought |
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But the stuarde founde he nought |
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Than agayne he began to go |
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Than sayde the kynge in that stounde |
530 |
Me-thynke that it [is] syr
Rogers hounde is] 1561 omits, is P
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That wente forthe with the quene |
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I trowe they be come agayne to this lond |
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Lordes all this I vnderstonde |
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It maye ryght well so be |
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535 |
If that they be into thys londe come |
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We shall haue worde therof sone |
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And within shorte space |
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For neuer syns the wente ywys |
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I sawe not the grehounde or this |
540 |
It is a marueylous case |
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Whan he cometh agayne folowe hym |
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For euermore he wyll renne |
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To his maystres dwellynge-place |
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Rynne and go loke ye not spare |
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545 |
Tyll that ye come there |
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To syr
Roger and my quene |
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Than the thyrde daye amonge them all |
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The grehounde came into the hal |
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To mete or they were sette |
550 |
Marrocke the stuarde was within |
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The grehounde thought he wolde not blynne |
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Tyll he with him had mette |
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He toke the stuarde by the throte |
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And asonder he it botte |
555 |
But than he wolde not byde |
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For to his graue he ranne |
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There folowed hym many a manne |
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Some on hors and some besyde |
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And whan he came wher his mayster was |
560 |
He layde hym downe vpon the grasse |
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And barked at the menne agayne |
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There myght no man hym fro that place gete |
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And yet with staues the dyd him bete |
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That he was almoste slayne |
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565 |
And whan the men saw no better bote |
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Than yede the home on hors and fote |
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With grete wonder I wene |
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The kynge sayde by goddes payne |
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I trowe Marrocke hath syr
[R]oger slayn Roger] Soger 1561
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570 |
And with treason flemed my quene |
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Go ye and seke there agayne |
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For there the houndes mayster is slayne |
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Some treson there hath bene |
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Thyder the wente so god me saue |
575 |
And founde syr
Roger in his graue |
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For that was soone sene |
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And there they loked hym vpon |
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For he was hole bothe flesshe and bone |
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And to the courte hys body the brought |
580 |
For whan the kynge dyde hym se |
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The teres ranne downe from his eye |
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Full sore it him forthought |
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The grehounde he wolde not from this corse fare |
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Than was the kynge caste in care |
585 |
And sayde Marrocke hathe done me tene |
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Slayne he hathe that curteyse knyght |
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And flemed my quene wyth grete vnright |
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As a traytoure kene |
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The kynge let drawe anone-ryght |
590 |
The stuardes body that false knyghte |
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With horse through the towne |
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Than he hanged hym on a tre |
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That all men myght his body se |
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That he had done treason |
595 |
Syr
Rogers body the next daye |
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The kynge lette bury in good araye |
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With many a bolde baron |
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The grehounde wolde neuer awaye |
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By nyght nor yet by daye |
600 |
But on the grounde he dyde dye |
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The kynge dyde sende his messengere |
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In euery place fere and nere |
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After the quene to spye |
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But for ought he coude enquere |
605 |
He coude of that lady nothynge here |
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Therfore the kynge was sory |
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The kynge sayd I knowe no rede |
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For wele I wote my quene is dede |
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For sorowe nowe shall I dye |
610 |
Alas that euer she fro me wente |
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This false stuarde hathe me shente |
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Through his false trechery |
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This kinge lyued in grete sorowe |
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Euery day bothe euen and morowe |
615 |
Tyll that he were brought to grounde |
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He lyued thus many a yere many] manly 1561
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Wyth mournynge and with euyll chere |
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Hys sorowes lasted longe |
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And euer it dyde hym grete payne |
620 |
Whan he thought howe syr
Roger was slayne |
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And how helped hym hys hounde |
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And of hys quene that was so mylde |
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How she went from him grete Wt child |
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For wo than dyde he sounde |
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625 |
Longe-tyme thus lyued the kynge |
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In grete sorowe and mournynge |
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And often-tymes dyde wepe |
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He toke grete thought more and more |
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It made his herte wery sore |
630 |
Hys syghes were sette so depe |
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NOw of the kyng wyll we blinne |
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And of the quene let vs begyne |
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And her sonne Tryamoure
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For whan he was fourtene yere olde |
635 |
There was no man so bolde |
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That durst do hym dysshonoure |
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In euery lymme bothe styffe and strong |
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Of stature he was bothe large and longe |
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And comely of hyghe coloure |
640 |
All that euer he dwelled amonge |
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He dyde neuer none of them wronge |
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That was the more his honoure |
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In that tyme sekerly |
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Dyed the kynge of hungry
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645 |
That was of grete age ywys |
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He had no heyre his londe to holde |
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But a douter of fourtene yere olde |
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Fayre Elyne she named is |
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She was as whyte as lely-floure |
650 |
And comely of her gaye coloure |
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The fayrest of ony towne or towre |
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She was well-shapen of fote and hande |
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Pere had she none in no lande |
|
She was so fresshe and so amerous |
|
655 |
For whan her fader was deed |
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Grete ware began to sprede |
|
In that londe aboute |
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Than that ladyes counsaile gaue her rede |
|
To gete her a lorde her lande to lede |
660 |
To rule the realme without doubte |
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Some myghty prynce that well myght |
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Rule her lande by reason and ryght |
|
That all men to hym myght loute |
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|
And whan her counsayle had sayd so |
665 |
For grete nede that she had therto |
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She graunted them without lye |
|
That lady sayd I will no fere |
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But he be prynce or prynces pere |
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And chefe of all chyualry |
670 |
Therto she dyd consente |
|
And ga[u]e her lordes commaundement |
|
A grete I[u]stynge for to crye |
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And at that Iustynge sholde so be |
|
What man that sholde wynne the degre |
675 |
Sholde wynne that lady truely |
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|
The daye of Iustynge was sette |
|
Halfe a yere wythoute lette |
|
Withoute ony more delaye |
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Bycause they m[i]ght haue good space might] meght 1561
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680 |
Lordes an[d] dukes of euery place and] an 1561
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For to be there that daye |
|
Lordes thei beste of euery lande |
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Herde tell of this tydyng tydyng] rydand P
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And made them redy full gaye |
685 |
Of euery lande there was the beste |
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Of the states thei moost hon[e]st[e] the] the the 1561, the P; honeste] honasty 1561, honest P
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|
Attyred many a lady gaie |
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|
Grete was the chyualry |
|
That came that tyme to hungry
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690 |
To Iust there with might |
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At laste Tryamoure herde tydynge |
|
That there shoulde be a Iustinge |
|
Thyder wolde he wende |
|
|
If he west that he myght gayne |
695 |
With all his might he wolde be fayne |
|
That gaye lady for to wynne |
|
He had no horse ne none other gere |
|
Nor no wepen with hym to were |
|
That brake his harte a_twayne |
700 |
He thought bothe euen and morowe |
|
Where he myght some armer borowe |
|
Ther-of wolde he be fayne |
|
To syr
Barnerde he [than] gan mene he than] he he 1561, then he P
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That he wolde hym armours lene |
705 |
To Iuste agayne the knyghtes of mayne |
|
|
Than sayd Barnarde what hast thou thoughte |
|
Pardy of Iustynge thou canst nought |
|
For ye be not able wepen to welde |
|
Syr sayd Tryamoure wh[a]t wote ye what] whot 1561
|
710 |
Of what strengthe that I be |
|
Tyll I haue assayed in felde |
|
|
Than syr
Barnarde that was full hende |
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[Sayd] Tryamoure yf thou wylte wende Sayd] 1561 omits, said P
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Thou shalt lacke no wede |
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715 |
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Hors harneys shelde and spere |
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Thou arte nothenge to drede |
|
Also thyder with the wyll I ryde |
|
And euermore be by thy syde |
720 |
To helpe the yf thou haue nede |
|
All-thynge that thou wylte haue |
|
Golde and syluer yf ye wyll craue |
|
Thy Iourney for to spede |
|
|
Tho was tryamoure glad and lyght |
725 |
And thanked barnard with al his might |
|
Of his grete proferinge |
|
That daye the Iustynge sholde be |
|
Tryamoure set hym on his kne |
|
And asked his moders bl[e]ssynge blessynge] blssynge 1561
|
730 |
At home she wold haue keped hym faine |
|
But all her laboure was in vaine |
|
There myght be no lettynge |
|
She sawe it wolde no better be |
|
Her blessynge she gaue hym verely |
735 |
With full sore wepynge |
|
|
And whan it was on the morowe-daye |
|
Tryamoure was in good araye |
|
Armed and well dyght |
|
Whan he was sette on stede |
740 |
He was a man in lengthe and brede |
|
And goodly in mannes syghte |
|
Tryamoure to the felde gan ryde |
|
And syr
Bar[n]arde by his syde Barnarde] Bararde 1561
|
|
Theyr hartes was Iocunde and lyght |
745 |
There was none in all the felde |
|
That was more semelyer vnder a shelde |
|
He rode full lyke a knyght |
|
|
Than was the fayre lady set |
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750 |
For to beh[o]lde that playe beholde] behelde 1561, behold P
|
|
There was many a semely knyght |
|
Prynces dukes and lordes of myght |
|
Them-selfe for [to] assaye to] 1561 omits, to P
|
|
With helmes on theyr hedes bryght |
755 |
That all the fylde shone on that light |
|
They were so stoute and gaye |
|
Than syr
triamoure and syr
Barnard
|
|
They presed them in to the felde warde |
|
There durste no man say naye |
|
760 |
There was moche prees and pryde |
|
Whan euery man to the other gan ride |
|
And lordes of grete renowne |
|
It befell tryamoure that t[y]de tyde] tede 1561
|
|
For to be on his fathers syde |
765 |
The kynge of Aragon
|
|
The fyrste that rode forth certaynly |
|
Was a grete lorde of Lombardy
|
|
A wonderfull bolde baron |
|
Tryamoure rode hym agayne |
770 |
For all that lord had myght and mayn |
|
The chylde bare hym adowne |
|
|
Than cryed syr
Barnarde with honoure |
|
A Tryamoure
tryamoure
|
|
For men sholde hym kenne |
775 |
Mayde
Elyne that was so mylde |
|
More she behelde Tryamoure the chylde |
|
Than all the other menne |
|
|
Than the kynges sonne of Nauerne
|
|
Wolde not his body warne |
780 |
He prycked forthe on the playne |
|
Than yonge tryamoure that was so stoute |
|
Torned hym-selfe rounde aboute |
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So neither of them were to ground cast |
785 |
They sate bothe so wonder faste |
|
Lyke men of muche myght |
|
Than came there forthe a batchelere |
|
A prynce proude without pere |
|
Syr
Iames forsothe he hyght |
|
790 |
He was the Emperours son of almaine
|
|
He rode syr
tryamoure agayne |
|
With harde streyngthe to fighte |
|
Syr
Iames had suche a stroke in-dede |
|
That he was tombled from h[i]s stede his] hes 1561
|
795 |
Than fayled hym all his myghte |
|
There men myght se swerdes braste |
|
Helme ne shelde myght not laste |
|
And thus it dured tyll nyght |
|
|
But whan the sonne drewe ferre west |
800 |
That all the lordes wente to reste |
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|
|
The knyghtes attyred them in good araye |
|
On stedes grete with trappour gaye |
|
Before the sonne gan shyne |
|
805 |
Than to the felde the prycked preste |
|
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|
|
Than they fyersly rane to_gether |
|
Grete speres in pyces dyd shyuer |
|
Theyre tymber myght not laste |
|
810 |
And at that tyme there dyde ronne |
|
The kynge Aradas of aragon
|
|
His sone tryamoure m[et]te hym that tyde mette] mtete 1561This line is printed twice in 1561, and the second instance is omitted here |
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And gaue his father suche a rebounde |
|
That horse and man fell to the grounde |
815 |
So stoutly gan he ryde |
|
|
Than the nexte knyght that he mette |
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Iames and suche a stroke hym set] upper margin trimmed
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Of the shelde there on the playne |
|
That the blode brast out at nose and yeres |
820 |
His stede vnto the grounde hym beres |
|
Than was syr
Barnarde fayne |
|
|
That maide of grete honoure |
|
Sette her loue on yonge tryamoure
|
|
That faughte alwaye as a fyers lyon |
825 |
Speres that daye many was spente |
|
And Wt swerdes there was many a strype lente |
|
Tyll the[m] fayled lyght of the sonne them] they 1561
|
|
|
On the morowe all the were fayne |
|
For to come vnto the felde agayne |
830 |
With grete spere and shelde |
|
Than the duke of Cycyll
syr
Fyla[r]
Fylar] Fylax 1561, Phylar P
|
|
That was a doughty man in euery warre |
|
He rode fyrste into the felde |
|
And tryamoure toke his spere |
835 |
Agayne the duke he gan it bere |
|
And smote hym in the shelde |
|
A_sonder in two peces hit wente |
|
And than many a louely lady gent |
|
Full well the hym behelde |
|
840 |
Than came forthe a knyght that hyght terry
|
|
He was a grete lorde of Surry
|
|
He thoughte noble try[a]m[o]ure to assayll tryamoure] tryomrure 1561
|
|
And tryamoure rode to hym blyue |
|
In all the strengthe that he myght dryue |
845 |
He thought he wolde not fayle |
|
|
He smote hym so in that stounde |
|
That horse and man fell to the grounde |
|
So sore his stroke he sette |
|
|
Than durst there no man to tryamoure ryde |
850 |
For fortune helde all on his syde |
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|
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All that dayes thre |
|
Syr
Iames: sonne vnto the Emperoure |
|
Had enuy to syr
Tryamoure
|
|
And layde wayte for hym pryuyle |
|
855 |
At the laste Tryamoure came rydynge by |
|
Syr
Iames sayd traytoure thou shalt dye |
|
For thou hast done me shame |
|
He rode to Tryamoure with a speare |
|
And throughe the thyghe he gan hym bere |
860 |
He had almoste hym slayne |
|
|
But Tryamoure hyt hym on the heed |
|
That he fell downe starke deed |
|
Than was all his men woo |
|
Than they wolde haue slayne tryamoure
|
865 |
Without he had had the greter socoure |
|
They purposed to do so |
|
|
With that came the kynge Aragus then |
|
And rescued tryamoure with all his men |
|
That stode in grete doubte |
870 |
Than syr
barnarde was full woo |
|
That tryamoure was hurte soo |
|
Than to his owne house he hym brought |
|
|
But whan the mother sawe her sones wound |
|
S[h]e fell downe for sorowe to the grounde She] Se 1561, shee P
|
875 |
And after a leche she sente |
|
Of this all the lordes that was at Iustynge |
|
To the palayes they made hyenge |
|
And to that lady wente |
|
|
Truely as the story sayes |
880 |
They pricked forth to the palayes |
|
The ladyes wyll to here |
|
Bachelers and knyghtes preest |
|
That she myght chose of them the beest |
|
Whiche to her faynest were |
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|
885 |
The lady behelde all that fayre meyne |
|
But tryamoure she coude not se |
|
Tho chaunged all her chere |
|
Tho she sayd lordes wher is he |
|
That euery daye wanne the degre |
890 |
I chose him to my fere |
|
|
All aboute they tryamoure sought |
|
He was ryden home they founde hym nought |
|
Than was that lady wo |
|
The knyghtes wer afore her brought |
895 |
And of respyte she them besought |
|
A yere and no mo |
|
She sayde lordes so god me saue |
|
He that me wanne he shall me haue |
|
Ye wote well that my cry was so |
900 |
They all consented her vntyll |
|
For she had sayd nothynge yll |
|
They sayd it sholde be do |
|
|
For whan they had all sayde |
|
Thus answered that fayre maide |
905 |
I wyl none but t[ry]amoure
tryamoure] tyramoure 1561
|
|
Than all the lordes that were present |
|
Toke theyr leue and home wente |
|
There wanne they lytell honoure |
|
Syr
Iames menne were nothynge fayne |
910 |
Bycause there mayster was slayne |
|
That was so stoute in stoure |
|
In chare his body they layde |
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And ladde him home as I haue sayde |
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Unto his fader the Emperoure |
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915 |
And whan that he his sonne gan se |
|
A sory man than was he |
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And asked who hathe done that dysshonoure |
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They sayde we wote not who it was ywys |
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But syr
Tryam[o]ure he named is Tryamoure] Tryamnure 1561
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920 |
So called the hym in the crye |
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The kynge of Aragon also |
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He helped thy sonne to slo |
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With all his company |
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They sayde they be good warryours |
925 |
They bete vs with sharpe shoures |
|
With g[r]ete velany |
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Alas sayd the Emperoure |
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Tyll I be venged on that traytour |
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Now shall I neuer sease |
930 |
They shall haue many a sharp shower |
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Bothe the kynge and Tryamoure
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They shall neuer haue pease |
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They Emperoure sayd the sholde repent |
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And after grete company he sent |
935 |
Of prynces bolde in prese |
|
Dukes erles and lordes of pryse |
|
With a great army the boke sayes |
|
They yede to Aragon withoute lesse |
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Kynge
Aragus was a_dradde |
940 |
For the Emperoure suche power had |
|
That batayle wolde hym bydde |
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He sawe his londe nye ouergone |
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And to a castell he fledde anone |
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And vytaylled yt for drede |
945 |
The Emperoure was bolde and stoute |
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And bysyeged the castell aboute |
|
Hys baner he began to sprede |
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And arayed hys hoost full well and wysely |
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With wepens stronge and myghty |
950 |
He thought to make them drede |
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He gaue a salte to the holde salte: see OED s.v. sault (=assault)
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Kynge
Aragus was stoute and bolde |
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Ordeyned hym ful well Perhaps emend 'well' to 'fast' for rhyme.
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With gonnes and grete stones rounde |
955 |
Were throwen downe to the grounde |
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And on the men were caste |
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They brake many backes and bones |
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Thus they foughte euery daye ones |
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Whyle seuen wekes dyde laste |
960 |
The Emperour was hurt yll therfore |
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His men were hurt sore |
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All his Ioye was paste |
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Kynge
Aragus thought full longe |
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That he was bysyeged so stronge |
965 |
With so muche might and mayne |
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Two lordes forth on message he sente |
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And strayte to the Emperoure the went |
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So whan they coude hym se |
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Of peas they gan hym praye |
970 |
And take trewes tell a certayne daye |
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They kneled downe on theyr kne |
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And sayde our kynge sendeth worde to the |
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That he neuer your sone dyd sle |
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So he wolde quyte hym fayne |
975 |
He was not than pr[e]sente presente] prysente 1561
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Nor in no wyse dyde consente |
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That your sonne was slayne |
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That wyll he preue yf ye wyll so |
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Your-selfe and he bytwene you two |
980 |
If ye wyll it sayne |
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Or els take yourselfe a knyght |
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And he wyll do another to fyghte |
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On a certayne daye |
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If that your knyght happe so |
985 |
Our[s] for to dyscomfyte or slo Ours] Our 1561, ours P
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As by fortune it maye |
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Our kyng than wyll do hym your wil |
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And be at your byddynge loude and styll |
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Withoute more delaye |
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990 |
And also yf it betyde |
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That your knyght on [y]our [s]yde your syde] our ryde 1561, your syde P
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B[e] slayne by myschaunce Be] By 1561, be P
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My lorde shall make your warre sease |
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995 |
Without any dystaunce |
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Th'emperoure sayd withoute fayle |
|
Sette a daye of batayle |
|
By assent of the kynge of Fraunce
|
|
For he had a great company |
1000 |
In euery realme he wanne the renoume |
|
So the Emperoure sesed his distaunce |
|
|
Whan pease was made and trewes tane |
|
The kynge of arag[on] was a Ioyfull man aragon] aragus 1561
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And trusted vnto tryamoure
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1005 |
So after hym he sende without fayle |
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For to do the grete batayle |
|
To his helpe and socoure |
|
|
His messengers were come and gone |
|
Tydynges of hym herde they none |
1010 |
The kynge aragus thought hym longe |
|
And he be deed he sayd I maye saye alas |
|
Who shall than fyghte with Marradas
|
|
That is so stoute and stronge |
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¶When tryamoure was hole and sounde |
1015 |
And well heled of his wounde |
|
He busked h[i]m for to fare him] hem 1561, him P
|
|
He sayde moder with mylde chere |
|
And I wyst what my fader were |
|
The lesse were my car[e] care] car 1561
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1020 |
Sonne she sayde thou shalt wete |
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Whan thou hast maried that lady swete |
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Thy fader thou shalt kenne |
|
Moder he sayd yf [y]e wyll [so] ye] he 1561, you P; so] 1561 omits, soo C
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Haue good-daye for now I go |
1025 |
To do maystryes yf I can |
|
|
Than rode he ouer dale and downe |
|
Tyll he came to Aragowne
|
|
Ouer many a wery waye |
|
Aduentures many dyd him befell |
1030 |
And all he scaped full well |
|
In all his greate Iourneye |
|
He sawe many a wylde beest |
|
Bothe in hethe and in wylde forest |
|
He had good grehoundes thre |
1035 |
To a harte he let them rene |
|
And that .xiiii. fosters aspied hym sone |
|
So thretenynge hym gretely |
|
|
They yede to him withe wepens on euery syde |
|
It was no bote to bydde them byde |
1040 |
Tryamoure was lothe to fle |
|
He sayde to them lordes I you praye |
|
Lete me in pease wende my waye |
|
To seke my grehoundes thre |
|
|
Than sayde Tryamoure as in this tyme |
1045 |
Of golde and syluer take all myne |
|
If that I haue trespased ought |
|
They sayd we wyll mete with the anone |
|
There shall no golde borowe the sone |
|
But in pryson thou shalte be brought |
1050 |
Suche is the lawe of the grounde |
|
Whosoeuer therin be founde |
|
Other waye go they nought |
|
Than syr
Tryamoure was full wo |
|
That he sholde to pryson go |
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1055 |
He thought the flesshe to dere bought |
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|
There was no more to saye |
|
The fosters at hym gan laye |
|
With strokes sterne and stoute |
|
There tryamoure wyth them fought |
1060 |
And to they grounde some he brought |
|
He made them lowe to loke |
|
|
Some of them faste gan praye |
|
The other fledde faste awaye |
|
With woundes wyde that they soughte |
1065 |
Tryamour rod and sought his grehoundes |
|
He harkned to here ther yerning loude |
|
And thoughte not for to leue them so |
|
At laste he came to a water-syde |
|
There he sawe the beest abyde |
1070 |
That had slayne of his grehoundes |
|
The thyrde full sore troubled the hynde |
|
And he hurte hym with his tinde |
|
Than was tryamoure wo |
|
|
If the batayle had lasted a whyle |
1075 |
The harte wolde the hounde begyle |
|
And take his lyfe for euermore |
|
Tryamoure smote at the dere |
|
That to the harte wente the spere |
|
Than his horne he blewe full sore |
|
1080 |
The kynge laye ther-besyde |
|
At a maner that same tyde |
|
He herde a horne blowe |
|
They had grete wonder in hall |
|
Bothe squyers and knyghtes all |
1085 |
For no man coude it knowe |
|
With that [r]anne in a foster ranne] eanne 1561
|
|
Into the hall with euyll chere |
|
He was full sory I trowe |
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The kynge of tydynges gan hym frayne |
1090 |
He answered syr kynge your kepers be slayne |
|
And lye deed on a rowe |
|
There came a knyght that was myghty |
|
He let thre grehoundes renne full wyghty |
|
And layde my felowes full lowe |
|
1095 |
He sayd it was full true |
|
That the same that the horne blewe |
|
That all this sorowe hath wrought |
|
Good kynge
aradas sayd than |
|
I haue grete nede of suche a man |
1100 |
God hath hym hyther broughte |
|
|
The kynge commaunded knyghtes thre |
|
He sayd go fetche that gentleman to me |
|
That is now at his playe |
|
Loke none yll wordes to hym ye breke |
1105 |
But praye hym with me for to speke |
|
I trowe he wyll not saye naye |
|
|
Euery knyght his stede hente |
|
And lyghtly to the wodde the wente |
|
To seke Tryamoure that chyld Tryamoure] Tryamoure tryamoure 1561, Tryamore P
|
1110 |
They founde hym by a water-syde |
|
Where he brake the best that tyde |
|
That harte that was so wylde |
|
|
The sayde syr god be at your game |
|
He answered them euen the same |
1115 |
Than was he aferde of gyle |
|
Syr knyght [t]he sayde is it your wyll the] he 1561, they P
|
|
To come and speke our kynge vntyll |
|
W[i]th wordes meke and mylde With] Weth 1561
|
|
|
Tryamoure asked them shortely |
1120 |
What hyght your kynge tell you me |
|
That is lorde of this londe |
|
This londe hyght aragowne
|
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And Aradas our kynge with crowne |
|
His place is here at hande |
|
1125 |
Tryamoure wente vnto the kynge |
|
And he was gladde of his comynge |
|
He knewe hym at the fyrste syght |
|
The kynge toke hym by the hande |
|
And sayd welcome to this lande |
1130 |
And axet hym what he hyght |
|
Syr my name is tryamoure
|
|
Ones ye helped me in a stoure |
|
As a noble man of myght |
|
And now I am here in your londe |
1135 |
So was I neuer erste I vnderstonde |
|
By god full of myght |
|
|
Whan the kynge wyst that it was he |
|
His herte reioysed gretely |
|
Thre tymes he dyde downe fall |
1140 |
And sayd tryamoure welcome to me |
|
Grete care and sorowe I haue for the |
|
And he tolde hym all |
|
With the Emperoure [I] toke a daye I] he 1561, P
|
|
[To] Defende me yf that I maye To] 1561, P omit
|
1145 |
To Iesu wyll I call |
|
For I neuer his sonne slewe |
|
God it knoweth I saye but true |
|
And helpe me I truste he shall |
|
|
Than sayd tryamoure [I am full wo] I am full wo] tho 1561, I am fulle woe C
|
1150 |
That ye for me haue be greued so |
|
If I myght it amende |
|
And at the daye of batayll |
|
I trust to proue my myght well |
|
If god wyll grace me sende |
1155 |
Than was kynge
Aradas very gladde |
|
And of Maradas he was not adradde |
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|
|
Whan he to the batayle sholde wende |
|
He Ioyed that he sholde well spede |
|
For Tryamoure was ware at nede |
1160 |
Agenste hys enemie to defende |
|
|
There Tryamoure dwelled with the kynge |
|
Many a weke withoute lettynge |
|
He lacked ryghte noughte |
|
And whan the daye of batayle was come |
1165 |
Th'emperoure with his men hasted him soone |
|
And many wo[n]der thoughte wonder] woder 1561, wonder P
|
|
He brought thyder bothe kynge and knighte |
|
And Maradas that was of myghte |
|
To batayle hym he broughte |
1170 |
There was many a semely man |
|
Mo then I tell you can |
|
And of them all he ne roughte |
|
|
Bothe partes that ylke daye |
|
Into the felde toke the waye |
1175 |
They were all-redy dyghte |
|
The kynge there kyssed tryamoure
|
|
And sayde I make the m[i]ne heyre this houre mine] mene 1561
|
|
And doube the a knyght |
|
Syr sayde tryamoure take no drede |
1180 |
I trust that Iesu wyll me spede |
|
For you be in the ryght |
|
Therfore throughe goddes grace |
|
I wyll fyghte for you in this place |
|
With the helpe of oure lordes myght |
|
1185 |
Bothe partyes were full sore |
|
To holde the promis that was made before |
|
To Ihesu gan the call |
|
Syr
tryamoure and Marradas
|
|
Well-armed they bothe was |
1190 |
A_monge the lordes all |
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|
|
Eche of them were sette on stede |
|
All menne of Tryamoure had drede |
|
That was so hynde in all hynde: =hend
|
|
Marradas was styfe and sure |
1195 |
There myght no man his strokes endure |
|
But that he made him falle |
|
|
Than rode the tog[yd]er full right togyder] toger 1561, together P
|
|
Wyth sharpe speres and swerdes bryght |
|
They smote togyther sore |
1200 |
They spende speres and brake sheldes |
|
They poused foule in the feldes poused: =pushed
|
|
Eyther fomed as dothe a bore |
|
|
All the wondred that behelde |
|
How they fought in the felde |
1205 |
There was but a lyte |
|
Marradas fared fa[y]re wode fayre] fare 1561, fyer P
|
|
Bycause treamoure so longe stode |
|
Sore gan he smyte |
|
Syr
Tryamoure fayled of Maradas
|
1210 |
That stroke lyght vpon hys horse |
|
The swerde to grounde gan lyght |
|
|
Maradas sayd it is g[r]ete shame grete] gete 1561
|
|
On a stede to wreke his game |
|
Thou sholdest rather to smyte me |
1215 |
Tryamoure swore by goddes myghte |
|
I had leuer it had on the lyghte |
|
Than wolde I not be sore |
|
|
But here I gyue the stede myne |
|
Bycause that I haue slayne thyne |
1220 |
By my wyll it shal be so |
|
Maradas sayde I wyll noughte |
|
Tyll I haue hym with strokes boughte |
|
And wonne hym here in fyght |
|
|
Syr
Tryamoure lyghted from his horse |
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1225 |
And to Maradas strayte he gose |
|
For bothe on fote they dyde lyght |
|
Syr
tryamoure spared hym nought |
|
And euer in hys herte he thought |
|
This daye was I made a knyght |
1230 |
And thought that he hym-selfe wolde be slayn sone |
|
Or elles of hym I wyll [wynne] my shone wynne] 1561 omits, win P
|
|
Throughe goddes myght |
|
The layde eche at other with good wyll |
|
With sharpe swerdes that was made of stele |
1235 |
That sawe many a wyght |
|
|
Grete wonder it was to beholde |
|
The strokes that was bitwixte them so bolde |
|
All menne might it se |
|
The [were] wery and had so gretely bledde were] where 1561
|
1240 |
Maradas was sore a_drede |
|
He faynted than gretelye |
|
|
And that tryamoure lyghtely behelde |
|
And fought fyersly in the felde |
|
He stroke Marradas so sore |
1245 |
That the swerde through the body ranne |
|
Than w[a]s the Emperoure a sory man was] wys 1561, was P
|
|
He made them pease for euer-more |
|
|
He kissed the kinge and was his frende |
|
And toke his leue homewarde to wende |
1250 |
No lenger there dwell wolde he |
|
Than the kynge Aradas and tryamoure
|
|
Wente to the palayes with grete honoure |
|
In-to that ryche cyte |
|
There was Ioye withoute care |
1255 |
And all they had grete welfare |
|
Ther myght no better be |
|
|
They hunted and rode many a_where |
|
Full grete pleasure they had there |
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|
|
Amonge the knyghtes of pryce |
1260 |
The kynge profered hym full fayre |
|
And sayd Tryamoure I make the myne heyre |
|
For thou arte stronge and wyse |
|
|
Syr
Tryamoure sayd syr truely |
|
In-to other countreys go wyll I |
1265 |
I desyre of you but a stede |
|
Unto other londes wyll I go |
|
Some grete aduentures for to do |
|
Thus wyll I my lyfe lede |
|
The kynge was very sory tho |
1270 |
Whan that he wolde from hym go |
|
He gaue hym asure wede |
|
|
Also plenty of syluer and golde |
|
And a stede as he wolde |
|
That nothynge wolde fere |
1275 |
He toke his leue of the kynge |
|
And mourned at his departynge |
|
Than hasted he hym there |
|
|
The kinge saide tryamoure
that is m[y]ne myne] mene 1561
|
|
Whan thou lyst it shalbe thyne |
1280 |
And my kyngdome lesse and more |
|
¶Nowe is tryamoure forth go |
|
Lordes and ladyes for hym were wo |
|
Euery man loued hym there |
|
|
Treamoure rode in hast truely |
1285 |
Into the londe of hongry
|
|
Aduentures for to seke |
|
Bytwene two mountaynes thei sothe to saye |
|
He rode forth on his waye |
|
With a palmer he dyde mete |
1290 |
He axed almes for goddes sake |
|
And tryamoure he hym not forgate |
|
He gaue hym with wordes swete |
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|
|
The palmer sayde tourne ye agayne |
|
Or els I fere ye wyll be slayne |
1295 |
Ye may not passe but ye be bette |
|
|
Tryamoure axed why so |
|
Syr he sayde there [be] brethren two be] 1561 omits, be P
|
|
Tha[t] on the mountayne dwelles That] Than 1561, that P
|
|
In fayth sayd tryamoure yf there be no mo |
1300 |
I truste in god that waye to go |
|
If this be trewe that thou telles |
|
He badde the palmer good-daye |
|
And rode forth on hys waye |
|
Ouer hethe and feldes |
|
1305 |
The palmer prayed to hym full fast |
|
Tryamoure was not agast |
|
He blewe hys horne full shyll |
|
He had not ryden but a whyle |
|
Not the mountenaunce of a myle |
1310 |
Two knyghtes he sawe on a hyll |
|
|
The one of them to hym gan ryde |
|
The other styll gan abyde |
|
A lytell ther-besyde |
|
And whan the tryamoure spye |
1315 |
The sayd traytoure torne or thou shalt dy |
|
Therfore stand and abyde |
|
Eyther agayne other gan ryde faste |
|
Theyr strokes made theyr speres to braste |
|
And made them woundes full wyde |
1320 |
The other knyght that houed tho |
|
Wondred that tryamoure dured so |
|
He rode to them that tyde |
|
|
And departed them a_twayne |
|
To speke fayre he began to frayne |
1325 |
With wordes that sounded well |
|
To tryamoure they sayd anone |
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|
|
So dughty a knyght knowe I none |
|
Thy name that thou vs tell |
|
Tryamoure sayd fyrst wyll I wete |
1330 |
Why that ye do kepe thys strete |
|
And where that ye do dwell |
|
|
They sayde we had a brothere hyght Maradas
|
|
With the Emperoure forsothe he was |
|
A stronge man well I_knowe |
1335 |
In aragon before the Emperoure |
|
A knyght men called hym syr
tryamoure
|
|
In batayll there hym slewe |
|
|
And also we say anoder |
|
Burlonge our elder broder |
1340 |
As a man of muche myghte |
|
He hath besyged sothely |
|
The kynges doughter of houngry
|
|
To wedde her he hathe hyght |
|
And so well he hathe spedde |
1345 |
That he shall that lady wedde |
|
But she may fynde a knyghte |
|
That Burlonge ouercome maye |
|
To that they haue take a daye |
|
[To] wage batayle and fyghte To] 1561, P omit
|
|
1350 |
For that same Tryamoure
|
|
Loued that lady paramoure |
|
As it is before tolde |
|
If he wyll to houngry
|
|
Nedes he muste come vs by |
1355 |
To mete with him [w]e wolde we] he 1561, wee P
|
|
|
Tryamoure sayd I saye not naye |
|
But my name wyll I tell this daye |
|
In fayth I wyll not layne |
|
Thynke your Iourney well besette |
1360 |
For with tryamoure ye haue mete |
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|
|
That your brother hath slayne |
|
|
Welcome they sayde tryamoure
|
|
His deth shalte thou repente sore |
|
Thy sorowe shall begynne |
1365 |
Yelde the to vs anone |
|
For thou shalte not from vs gon |
|
By no maner of gynne |
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They smote fyersly at hym tho |
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And tryamour agaynst them to |
1370 |
Withoute more delaye |
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Syr
tryamoure proued him full prest |
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And brake the spere on theyr breste |
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He had suche assaye |
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His shelde was broken in pyeces thre |
1375 |
His horse was smiten on his kne |
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So harde at hym they thraste |
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Syr
tryamour than was ryght wode |
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And slewe the one there-as he stode |
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With his swerde full preest |
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1380 |
That other rode his waye |
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His herte was in grete afraye |
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Yet he tour[ne]d agayn that tyde |
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Whan Tryamoure had slayne his brother |
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A sory man was that other |
1385 |
And streyghte agayne to hym dyde ryde |
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Than they two sore fought |
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That the other to the grounde was broughte |
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Than were they bothe slayne |
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Tho the lady on tryamoure thought |
1390 |
For of hym she knewe ryght nought |
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She wyst not what to saye |
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The daye was come that was sette |
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The lordes assembled withoute lette |
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All in good araye |
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1395 |
Burlonge was redy dyght |
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He bad the lady sende her knyght |
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She answered I ne may |
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For in that castell she had hyght |
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To kepe her with all her myght |
1400 |
As the story dothe saye |
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She sayde yf Tryamoure be alyue alyue] aleyue 1561
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Hyther wyll he come blyue |
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God sende vs grace to spede |
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With that came in syr
Tryamoure
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1405 |
In the thyckest of that stoure |
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Into the felde withoute drede |
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He axed what all that dyde mene |
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People shewed that a batayle there shuld bene |
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For the loue of that Lady |
1410 |
He sawe Burlonge on his stede |
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And strayte to hym than [h]e yede he] ye 1561, he P
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That lady chalengeth he |
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Burlonge axed hym and he wolde fight |
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Tryamoure sayde with all my myght |
1415 |
To slee the or thou me |
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Anone they made them redy |
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There knewe hym none sykerly |
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They wondred what he shoulde be |
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Hye in a toure stode that goodly lady |
1420 |
She knewe not what knyght verely |
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That with Burlonge dyde fyght |
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Fast she axed of her men |
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Yf they coude that knyght kenne |
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That to batayle was dyght |
1425 |
A gryffon he bereth all of blewe |
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An heraude of armes soone hym knewe |
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And sayde anone-ryght |
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Madame god hath sente you socoure |
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For yonder is tryamoure
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1430 |
That with Burlonge wyll fyghte |
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To Ihesu gan the lady praye |
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For to spede him on his Iourney |
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That he aboute yede |
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Than these knightes ranne togyder |
1435 |
The speres in pyeces gan shyuer |
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They fought full sore in-dede |
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There was no man in the felde tho |
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That wyst who shold haue the better of them two |
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So myghtyly the dyde them bere |
1440 |
The batayle lasted wonder longe |
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Though Burlong was neuer so strong |
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There founde he his pere |
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Tryamoure a stroke to hym mynt |
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His swerde fell downe at that dynt |
1445 |
Out of his hande him fro |
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Than was Burlonge wonder gladde |
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And the lady was very sadde |
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And many were full wo |
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Tryamoure axed his sworde agayne |
1450 |
But Burlonge gan hym frayne |
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To knowe fyrst his name |
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And sayde tell me fyrst what thou hyght |
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And whi thou chalengest this ladi bright |
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Than shalt thou haue thy swerd agayn |
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1455 |
Tryamoure sayde so mote I the |
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My name wyll I tell truely |
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Therof I wyll not doubte |
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Men call me syr
tryamoure
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I wanne this lady in a stoure |
1460 |
A_monge barons stoute |
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Than sayde Burlonge thou it was |
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That slewe my brother Maradas
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A fayre happe the befell |
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Syr
Tryamoure sayde to hym tho |
1465 |
So haue I done thy bretherne two |
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That on the mountayne dyde dwell |
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Burlonge sayd wo may thou be |
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For thou hast slayn my bretherne thre |
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Sorowe hast thou sought |
1470 |
Thy swerde getest thou neuer a_gayn |
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Tyll I be venged and thou slayne |
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Now am I well bethought |
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Syr
Tryamoure sayd no force tho |
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Thou shalt repente it or thou go |
1475 |
Do forth I drede the nought |
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Burlong to smyte was redy bowne |
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His fete slipped and he fell downe |
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And Tryamoure ryght well wrought |
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Hys swerde lyghtly he vp hente |
1480 |
And to Burlonge faste he wente |
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For nothynge wolde he flee |
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And as he wolde haue rysen agayne |
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He smote his legges euen atwayne |
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Harde fast by the knee |
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1485 |
Tryamoure badde hym stande vpryghte |
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And all men may se now in fyghte |
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We ben mete of [a syse] a syse] assayse 1561, a size P
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Syr
tryamoure suffred hym |
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To take another wepen |
1490 |
As a knyght of moche pryce |
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Burlonge on his stompes stode |
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As a man that was nye wode |
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And faught wonder faste |
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And syr
Tryamoure strake strokes sure |
1495 |
For he coude well endure |
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Of hym he was not aferde |
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And vnder his ventayle |
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Hys heed he smote of withoute fayle |
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With that in pecys his swerde braste |
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1500 |
Nowe is Burlynge slayne |
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And Tryamoure with mayne |
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Into the castell wente |
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To that lady that was full bryght |
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And at the gate she mette thei knyght |
1505 |
And in her armes she him hente |
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She sayd welcome Syr
tryamoure
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Ye haue bought my loue full dere |
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My herte is on you lente |
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Tho sayde all the barons bolde |
1510 |
Of hym we wyll oure landes holde |
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And therto they dyd assente |
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Ther is no more to saye |
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But they haue taken a certayne daye |
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That they bothe shall be wedde |
1515 |
Syr
tryamoure for his mother sente |
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A messenger for her wente |
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And into the castell her ledde |
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Tryamoure to his moder gan sayne |
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My fader wolde I knowe fayne |
1520 |
Syth I haue so well spede |
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S[h]e sayde kynge
Aragus of Aragon
She] Se 1561, shee P
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He is thy father and thou his sonne |
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I was his wedded quene |
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A lesynge was borne me on honde |
1525 |
And falsely flemed out of his londe |
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By a traytoure kene |
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Syr
Marrocke he hyght that dyde me wo |
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And my knyght Syr
Roger he dyde slo |
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That my gyder sholde haue bene |
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1530 |
And whan that tr[y]amoure all herde tryamoure] tramoure 1561, Tryamore P
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[And how his moder to him sayde] upper margin trimmed
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Letters he made and wrought |
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He prayed kyng
aragus to come him til |
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If that it were his wyll |
1535 |
Thus he hym besought |
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If he wyll come to hungry
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For his manhode and his maystry |
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And that he wolde fayle hym noughte |
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Tho was kynge
aragus very gladde |
1540 |
The messengers grete gyftes had |
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For the tydynges that the brought |
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They daye was come that was sette |
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Lordes came thyder wit[h]out lette without] witwout 1561
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And ladyes of grete pryde |
1545 |
Than wolde they no lenger lette |
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Shortly forthe they her fette |
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With two dukes on euery syde |
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The lady to the chyrche they ledde |
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A bysshoppe them togyder dyd wedde |
1550 |
In full grete haste they hyed |
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Soone after that weddynge |
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Syr
Tr[y]amoure was crowned kynge Tryamoure] Tramoure 1561, Tryamore P
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They wolde no lenger a_byde |
|
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The quene his moder Margarete
|
1555 |
Before the kynge she dyde sete |
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In a goodly cherre |
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Kynge
Aradas behelde his quene |
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Hym thought that he had her sene |
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She was a lady fayre |
1560 |
The kynge sayd is it your wyll |
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For to tell me what is your name |
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I praye you with wordes fayre |
|
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My lorde she sayde I was your quene |
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Your stuarde dyde me mekyll tene |
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1565 |
That euyll myght hym befall |
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The kynge spake no mo wordes |
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Tyll the clothes were drawen fro the bordes |
|
And men rose in the hall |
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And by the hande he toke the quene gente |
1570 |
So in the chambre forthe he wente |
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And there she tolde hym all |
|
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Than was there grete ioye and blysse |
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Whan they togyder gan kysse |
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Than all the company made Ioye ynowe |
1575 |
The yonge quene [was] full gladde was] 1561, P omit
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That she a kynges sonne to her lorde had |
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She was gladde I trowe |
|
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In Ioye togyder they ledde theyr lyfe |
|
All theyr dayes withoute stryfe |
1580 |
And lyued many a fayre yere |
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Than kynge
aradas and his quene |
|
Had ioye ynoughe them bytwene |
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And merely lyued togyder |
|
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And thus we leue of tryamoure
|
1585 |
That lyued longe in grete honoure |
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With the fayre Elyne
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I pray god gyue theyr soules good rest |
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And all that haue herde this litell gest |
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Hye heuen for to wynne |
1590 |
God graunte vs all to haue the grace |
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Hym for to se in the celestiall place |
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I praye you all to saye. Amen |
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