Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: The seven sages ; The romance of Syr TryamourePercy Society, 1846 - English literature |
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agayne anon anoon Baucillas bede blode Bote broght brynge Burlonde byfore bygan bytyde callid Certis childe chylde clerkys Dame dede deth drow dyde emperesse fabliau fadir fayre feyre fyght gode goon gret grete hert honour husband hyght hyre hys wyf hyt hys i-wys ilkon king knyght lady leve londe lorde lordis lyfe Marrok mayster mekylle Merlyn morwen myght mykyl nevyr nought nouzt nowt oppon Parables of Sendabar PERCY SOCIETY prince quene Quod the emperour rede romance ryght sayde sayed schal sche schent scho schulde seven sages seyde Sire slayne sore sorowe sory sothe speke stede story stryfe swyth Syntipas syre tale thare thay thaym Ther ther-fore thoght Thorow Thou schalt thout thow thy sone thyn thyng toke tresour Tryamowre Tylle Viziers withouten wode wolde woman wondur wyfe wylle wyste wyth yowre
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Page 18 - To hys lorde he can meene, And preyed hym that he wolde hym leene Wepyn, armowre and stede, " For at the justyng wolde y bene To kythe me with the knyghtys kene, My body for to blede!" Syr Barnard seyde, " What haste thou thoght? Of justyng canste thou ryght noght, For thou art not of age.
Page 13 - The childe by the honde scho nam, And sayed to hym, " Lemman dere, Men wenes I be thy faderes fere: By hym that made sone and mone, He ne hade nevere with me done, No nevere more he ne schal; My body, maydenhod and alle, I have tokyn hyt to the, To do with what thy wille bee.
Page 84 - Thare-to goos a good rede ; He schal be markyd as was he, Tak and bete out two or thre.' ' Dame,' quod he, ' by sayent Joon, I nyl bet out never on.' ' Sire,' quod scho, ' by sayent Marie, Yf thou ne wolt nowt than schal I.
Page 41 - Hym thought for sorow he myght dee: Anoon the way he nam, And byfore the emperour cam, And sayed. " My lord, syr emperour, God the save and thyn honour!" The emperour answerde anoon, " A ! tratour, thow art that oon That I bytook my sone teche, And he hase loste hys speche, And wolde have lyne by my wyf : 131° He schal dee, by my lyf !"
Page 74 - Hit was a emperour, A man of ful mykil honour, And hadde seven clerkys wyse, And broghten up a usage, That dyde swyth gret damage. Who so anny swevene by nyght, O morne when the day was bryght, And rych gyftis with hym nam, For the clerkis schuld telle Of the sweven that walde byfalle, aso° And wannyn riches to hare byhove, And broghten men in mysbyleve.
Page 15 - That was hys owne honowre. In that tyme, certaynly, Dyed the kyng of Hungary, And was beryed y-wys; He had no heyre hys londes to welde, But a doghtyr of vij. yerys elde, — Hur name Helyne ys; Sche was whyte os blossome on flowre, Mery and comely of colowre, And semely for to kysse: 63° When hur fadur was dede, Moche warre began to sprede Yn hur lande alle abowte; Therfore sche ys gevyn to rede, To take a lorde to rewle and to lede Hur londe wyth hys rowte; A nobulle knyght, that cowde or myght...
Page xxxvi - Fabliaux, tom. v. p. 56); it forms the ninety-eighth chapter of the Gesta Romanorum ; and it appears in the Cento novelle antiche, and in the Novelle of Giraldi Cinthio. (2.) The story of a painter is related by the lady, to show the perversity of the men. A certain painter, who was of a very amorous disposition, fell in love with the portrait of a woman of surpassing beauty, and after many enquiries learnt that it was the portrait of a concubine of a vizier of Ispahan. He immediately left his home,...
Page 80 - Hyt was a knyght a riche schyreve, That was lot hys wyf to greve. He sate a daye by hys wyf, And in hys honde helde a knyf, At schort wordis for to telle, In gamen bothe as thay felle, With a lytil croume knyfe The schyref woundyt hys wyf, And took to hym so myche sorowe, That he deyd oppon the morowen.
Page 10 - That in the foreste was by-stadd there; He toke hur up fulle curtesly, And hur sone that lay hur by, And home he can them lede: He let hur have wemen at wylle, To tent hur, and that was skylle, And broght hur to bede; What so evyr sche wolde crave, Alle sche myght redyly hyt have, Hur speche was sone spedd. 45° They crystenyd the chylde with grete honowre, And callyd hyt Tryamowre, Of hyt they were fulle gladd. A norse they gatt hyt untylle, Sche had mekylle of hur wylle They dud as sche them badd;...