by: Alan Lupack (Editor)
from: Lancelot of the Laik and Sir Tristrem 1994
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The clowdy nyght, wndir whois obscure
The rest and quiet of every criatur
Lyith sauf, quhare the gost with besyness
Is occupiit with thoghtfull hevynes.
And, for that thocht furth schewing uil his mycht,
Go farewel rest and quiet of the nycht.
Artur, I meyne, to whome that rest is nocht,
But al the nycht supprisit is with thocht.
Into his bed he turnyth to and fro,
Remembryng the apperans of his wo,
That is to say, his deith, his confusioune,
And of his realme the opin distruccioune,
That in his wit he can nothing provide
Bot tak his forton thar for to abyd.
Up goith the son, up goith the hot morow. 64
The thoghtful King, al the nycht to sorow,
That sauch the day, upone his feit he start,
And furth he goith, distrublit in his hart.
A quhill he walkith in his pensyf gost,
So was he ware thar cummyne to the ost
O clerk, with whome he was aqwynt befor--
Into his tyme non better was ybore--
Of qwhois com he gretly uas rejosit,
For into hyme sum comfort he supposit.
Betuex them was one hartly affeccioune.
Non orderis had he of relegioune;
Famus he was and of gret excellence
And rycht expert in al the seven science,
Contemplatif and chast in governance,
And clepit was the Maister Amytans.
The King befor his palyoune one the gren,
That knew hyme well and haith his cummyn senn
Uelcummyt hyme and maid hyme rycht gud chere.
And he agan, agrevit as he were,
Saith, "Nothir of thi salosing nor the
Ne rak I nocht, ne charg I nocht," quod hee.
Than quod the King, "Maister, and for what why
Are ye agrevit or quhat tresspas have I
Commytit so that I shal yow disples?"
Quod he, "Nothing it is ayane myn ess
But only contrare of thiself alway,
So fare the courss yow passith of the way. 66
Thi schip that goth apone the stormy uall,
Ney of thi careldis, in the swelf it fall
Whar she almost is in the perell drent;
That is to say, yow art so far myswent
Of wykitness upone the urechit dans
That yow art fallyng in the storng vengans
Of Goddis wreth that shal the son devour.
For of His strok approchit now the hour
That boith thi ringe, thi ceptre and thi crounn
From hie estat He smyting shal adoune.
And that accordith well, for in thi thocht
Yow knawith not Hyme, the wich that haith the wrocht
And set the up into this hie estat
From povert. For, as theselvyne wat,
It cummyth al bot only of His myght
And not of the nor of thi elderis richt
To the discending as in heritage,
For yow was not byget onto spousag.
Wharfor yow aucht His biding to obserf,
And at thy mycht yow shuld Hyme pless and serf.
That dois yow nat, for yow art so confussit
With this fals warld that thow haith Hyme refusit
And brokine haith His reul and ordynans,
The wich to the He gave in governans.
He maid the King, He maid the governour,
He maid the so and set in hie honour
Of realmys and of peplis sere;
Efter His love thow shuld them reul and stere
And wnoppressit kep into justice
The wykit men and pwnyce for ther vice.
Yow dois nothing bot al in the contrare
And suffrith al thi puple to forfare.
Yow haith non ey bot one thyne awn delyt 67
Or quhat that plesing shall thyne appetyt.
In the defalt of law and of justice,
Wndir thi hond is sufferyt gret suppriss
Of fadirless and modirless also,
And wedwis ek sustenit mekill wo.
With gret myschef oppressit ar the pure;
And thow art causs of al this hol injure,
Wharof that God a raknyng sal craf
At the, and a sore raknyng sal hafe.
For thyne estat is gevyne to redress
Thar ned and kep them to rychtwysness.
And thar is non that ther complantis heris;
The mychty folk and ek the flattereris
Ar cheif with the and doith this oppressioun.
If thai complen, it is ther confussioune.
And Daniell saith that who doith to the pure
Or faderless or modirless, enjure
Or to the puple that ilke to God doth hee;
And al this harme sustenit is throw the.
Yow sufferith them, oppressith and anoyith.
So yow art causs; throw the thei ar distroyth.
Than, at thi mycht, God so distroys yow.
What shal He do agane? Quhat shal yow
When he distroys by vengance of his suerd
The synaris fra the vysagis of the erde?
Than utraly yow shall distroyt bee;
And that richt weill apperis now of thee,
For yow allon byleft art solitere.
And the wyss Salamon can duclar,
'Wo be to hyme that is byleft alone;
He haith no help.' So is thi forton gonne.
For he is callit, with quhom that God is nocht,
Allone. And so thi wykitness haith wrocht
That God Hymeself, He is bycummyn thi fo.
Thi pupleis hartis haith thow tynt also.
Thi wykitness thus haith the maid alon
That of this erth thi fortone is ygonn.
Yow mone thi lyf yow mone thi uorschip tyne
And eft to deth that never shal haf fyne."
"Maister," quod he, "of yowre benevolens
Y yow besech that tueching myn offens
Yhe wald vichsaif your consell to me if
How I sal mend and ek hereftir leif."
"Now, quod the Maister, "and I have mervell qwhy
Yow askith consail and wil in non affy
Nor wyrk tharby; and yhit yow may in tym,
If yow lykith to, amend the cryme."
"Yhis," saith the King, "and suthfastly I will
Your ordynans in everything fulfyll."
"And if the list at consail to abide, 68
The remed of thi harme to provyde,
First, the begyning is of sapiens
To dreid the Lord and His magnificens.
And what thow haith in contrar Hyme ofendit,
Whill yow haith mycht, of fre desir amendit.
Repent thi gilt, repent thi gret trespass;
And remembir one Goddis richwysness,
How for to Hyme that wykitness anoyt
And how the way of synaris He distroit.
And if ye lyk to ryng wnder his pess
The vengans of His mychty hond yow sess,
This schalt yow do, if yow wil be perfit.
First mone yow be penitent and contrit
Of everything that tuechith thi consiens,
Done of fre will or yhit of neglygens.
Thi neid requirith ful contretioune,
Princepaly, without conclusioune.
With humble hart and gostly bysyness,
Syne shalt yow go devotly the confess
Therof unto sum haly conffessour
That the wil consail tueching thin arour,
And to fulfill his will and ordynans
In satisfaccione and doing of pennans,
And to amend al wrang and al injure
By the ydone til every creature,
If yow can into thi hart fynde
Contretioune, well degest into thi mynd.
Now go thi weie, for if it leful were
Confessioune to me, I shuld it here."
Than Arthur, richt obedient and mek,
Into his wit memoratyve can seik
Of every gilt wich that he can pens
Done frome he passith the yeris of innocens; 69
And as his Maister hyme commandit hade,
He goith and his confessione haith he maad
Richt devotly with lementable chere.
The maner wich quho lykith for to here
He may it fynd into the holl romans.
Off confessione o pasing cercumstans
I can it not; I am no confessour.
My wyt haith evil consat of that labour,
Quharof I wot I aucht repent me sore.
The King wich was confessit, what is more,
Goith and til his Maister tellith hee
How every syne into his awn degree
He shew that mycht occuryng to his mynde.
"Now," quod the Maistere, "left thow aght behynde
Of Albenak the uorschipful King Ban,
The wich that uas into thy service slan,
And of his wif disherist eft also?
Bot of ther sone, the wich was them fro,
Ne spek Y not." The King in his entent
Abasyt was and furthwith is he went
Agane and to his confessour declarith.
Syne to his Maister he ayane reparith,
To quhome he saith, "I aftir my cunyng
Your ordinans fulfillit in al thing.
And now right hartly Y beseich and prey
Yhe wald vithschaif sumthing to me say
That may me comfort in my gret dreid
And how my men ar falyet in my neid
And of my dreme, the wich that is so dirk."
This Maister saith, "And thow art bound to uirk
At my consail, and if yow has maad
Thi confessione, as yow before hath said,
And in thi conciens thinkith persevere,
As I presume that thow onon shalt here
That God Hymeself shal so for the provide,
Thow shal remayne and in thi ring abyd.
And why thi men ar falyet at this nede,
At short this is the causs, shalt yow nocht dred,
Fore yow to Gode was frawart and perwert.
Thi ryngne and the He thocht for to subvart.
And yow sal knaw na power may recist
In contrar quhat God lykith to assist.
The vertw nore the strenth of victory,
It cummyth not of man, bot anerly
Of Hyme, the wich haith every strinth; and than
If that the waiis plessit Hyme of man,
He shal have forss againe his ennemys.
Aryght agan apone the samyne uyss,
If he displess unto the Lord, he shall
Be to his fais a subjet or a thrall,
As that we may into the Bible red
Tueching the folk He tuk Hymeself to led
Into the lond, the wich He them byhicht.
Ay when thei yhed into His ways richt,
Ther fois gon befor there suerd to nocht;
And when that thei ayanis Hyme hath urocht,
Thei war so full of radur and disspare
That of o leif fleing in the air,
The sound of it haith gart o thousand tak
At onys apone themself the bak
And al ther manhed uterly foryhet,
Sich dreid the Lord apone ther hartis set.
So shalt yow know no powar may withstond
Ther God Hymeself hath ton the causs on hond. 70
And the quhy stant in thyne awn offens
That al thi puple falyhet off defens.
And sum are falyeing magré ther entent;
Thei ar to quhom yow yevyne hath thi rent,
Thi gret reuard, thi richess and thi gold
And cherissith and held in thi houshold.
Bot the most part ar falyheit the at wyll,
To quhome yow haith wnkyndness schawin till,
Wrong and injure and ek defalt of law
And pwnysing of qwhich that thei stand aw,
And makith service but reward or fee,
Syne haith no thonk bot fremmytness of the.
Such folk to the cummyth bot for dred,
Not of fre hart the for to help at nede.
And what avalith owthir sheld or sper
Or horss or armoure according for the were
Uithouten man them for to stere and led?
And man, yow wot, that uantith hart is ded
That into armys servith he of noght.
A coward oft ful mekil harm haith uroght.
In multitude nore yhit in confluens
Of sich is nowther manhed nore defens.
And so thow hath the rewlyt that almost
Of al thi puple the hartis ben ylost
And tynt richt throw thyne awn mysgovernans
Of averice and of thyne errogans.
What is o prince, quhat is o governoure
Withouten fame of worschip and honour?
What is his mycht, suppos he be a lorde,
If that his folk sal nocht to hyme accorde?
May he his rigne, may he his holl empire
Susten al only of his owne desyre
In servyng of his wrechit appetit
Of averice and of his awn delyt
And hald his men wncherist in thraldome?
Nay! that shal sone his hie estat consome,
For many o knycht therby is broght ydoune
All uteraly to ther confusioune.
For oft it makith uther kingis by
To wer on them in trast of victory.
And oft als throw his peple is distroyth
That fyndith them agrevit or anoyth.
And God also oft with His awn swerd
Punysith ther vysis one this erd.
Thus falith not: o king but governans,
Boith realme and he goith oneto myschans."
As thai war thus speking of this thinge,
Frome Galiot cam two knychtis to the King.
That one the King of Hundereth Knychtis was;
That other to nome "The Fyrst-Conquest King" he has
As first that Galyot conquerit of one.
The nerest way oneto the King thei gon,
And up he ross as he that wel couth do
Honor to qwhome that it afferith to.
And yhit he wist not at thei kingis were;
So them thei boith and uyth rycht knyghtly cher
Reverendly thei salust hyme and thane
The King of Hunder Knyghtis he began
And said hyme, "Sir, to yow my lord ws sende,
Galiot, whilk bad ws say he wende
That of this world the uorthiest king wor yhe,
Gretest of men and of awtoritee.
Wharof he has gret wonder that yhe ar
So feblé cummyne into his contrare
For to defend your cuntré and your londe,
And knowith well yhe may hyme nocht withstonde.
Wharfor he thinkith no worschip to conquere
Nore in the weris more to persyvere.
Considdir yowr wakness and yowr indegens, 71
Aganis hyme as now to mak defens.
Wharfore, my lord haith grantit by us here
Trewis to yhow and resput for o yhere,
If that yhow lykith by the yheris space
For to retwrn ayane into this place,
Her to manteine yhour cuntré and withstand
Hyme with the holl power of yhour lond.
And for the tyme the trewis shal endure,
Yhour cuntré and yhour lond he will assurre;
And wit yhe yhit his powar is nocht here.
And als he bad ws say yhow by the yhere
The gud knycht wich that the red armys bure
And in the feild maid the discumfiture,
The whilk the flour of knychthed may be cold,
He thinkith hyme to have of his houshold."
"Well," quod the King, "I have hard quhat yhe say;
But if God will and ek if that I may,
Into sich wyss I think for to withstond,
Yhour lord shall have no powar of my londe."
Of this mesag the King rejosing hass
And of the trewis wich that grantit was,
Bot anoyt yhit of the knycht was he,
Wich thei avant to have in such dogré. 72
Ther leif thei tuk, and when at thei war gon,
This Maister saith, "How lykith God dispone
Now may yhow se and suth is my recorde.
For by Hyme now is makith this accord,
And by non uthir worldly providens
Sauf only grant of His bynevolans,
To se if that the lykith to amend
And to provid thi cuntré to defend.
Wharfor yow shalt into thi lond home fair
And governe the as that I shall declaire:
First, thi God with humble hart yow serfe
And his comand at al thi mycht obserf;
And syne, lat pass the ilk blessit wonde
Of lowe with mercy justly throw thi londe.
And Y beseich to qwhome yow sal direke
The rewle upone the wrangis to correk
That yow be nocht in thi electioune blynde;
For writin it is and yow sal trew it fynde
That be thei for to thonk or ellis blame
And towart God thi part shal be the samm;
Of ignorans shalt yow nocht be excusit, 73
Bot in ther werkis sorly be accusit.
For thow shuld ever chess apone sich wyss
The minsteris that rewll haith of justice:
First, that he be descret til wnderstond
And lowe and ek the mater of the londe,
And be of mycht and ek autoritee--
For puple ay contempnith low degré--
And that of trouth he folow furth the way;
That is als mych as he lovyth trewth alway
And haitith al them the wich sal pas therfro.
Syne, that he God dreid and love also.
Of averice bewar with the desyre,
And of hyme full of hastyness and fyre;
Bewar tharfor of malice and desire
And hyme also that lovith no medyre.
For al this abhominable was hold
When justice was into the tymis olde.
For qwho that is of an of thir byknow, 74
The lest of them subvertith all the low
And makith it wnjustly to procede.
Eschew tharfor, for this sal be thi meid
Apone the day when al thing goith aright,
Whar none excuss hidyng schal the lyght,
But He the Jug, that no man may susspek,
Everything ful justly sal correk.
Bewar tharwith, as before have I told,
And chess them wysly that thi low shal hold.
And als I will that it well oft be sen,
Richt to thiself how thei thi low conten,
And how the right and how the dom is went
For to inquer that yow be delygent.
And punyss sor, for o thing shal yow know,
The most trespas is to subvert the low,
So that yow be not in thar gilt accusit
And frome the froit of blissit folk refusit.
And pas yow shalt to every chef toune
Throwout the boundis of thi regioune
Whar yow sall be, that justice be elyk
Without divisione baith to pur and ryk.
And that thi puple have awdiens
With thar complantis and also thi presens,
For qwho his eris frome the puple stekith
And not his hond in ther support furth rekith,
His dom sall be ful grevous and ful hard
When he sal cry and he sal nocht be hard.
Wharfor thyne eris ifith to the pwre, 75
Bot in redress of ned and not of injure.
Thus sall thei don of ressone and knawlag.
"But kingis when thei ben of tender ag,
Y wil not say I trast thei ben excusit,
Bot schortly thei sall be sar accusit
When so thei cum to yheris of resone
If thei tak not full contrisioune
And pwnyss them that hath ther low mysgyit.
That this is trouth it may not be denyit;
For uther ways thei sal them not discharg
. . . . . . . . . . . .
One estatis of ther realm that shold
Within his youth se that his low be hold.
And thus thow the, with mercy, kep alway
Of justice furth the ilk blessit way.
"And of thi wordis beis trew and stable,
Spek not to mych, nore be not vareable.
O kingis word shuld be o kingis bonde
And said it is, a kingis word shuld stond.
O kingis word, among our faderis old,
Al-out more precious and more sur was hold
Than was the oth or seel of any wight.
O king of trouth suld be the verray lyght, 76
So treuth and justice to o king accordyth.
And als, as thir clerkis old recordith,
"In tyme is larges and humilitee
Right well according unto hie dugré
And plessith boith to God and man also.
Wharfor I wil incontinent thow go
And of thi lond in every part abide,
Whar yow gar fet and clep one every sid 77
Out of thi cuntreis and ek out of thi tounis,
Thi dukis, erlis and thi gret baronis,
Thi pur knychtis and thi bachleris,
And them resauf als hartly as afferis
And be themself yow welcum them ilkon.
Syne, them to glaid and cheris, thee dispone 78
With festing and with humyll contynans.
Be not pensyve, nore proud in arrogans,
Bot with them hold in gladnes cumpany.
Not with the rich nor myghty anerly,
Bot with the pure worthi man also,
With them thow sit, with them yow ryd and go.
I say not to be ovr fameliar,
For, as the most philosephur can duclar,
To mych to oyss familiaritee
Contempnyng bryngith oneto hie dugré;
Bot cherice them with wordis fair depaynt,
So with thi pupelle sal yow the aquaynt.
Than of ilk cuntré wysly yow enquere
An agit knycht to be thi consulere,
That haith ben hold in armys richt famus,
Wyss and discret, and nothing invyus.
For there is non that knowith so wel, iwyss,
O worthy man as he that worthi is.
When well long haith yow swjornyt in a place
And well acqueynt the uith thi puple has,
Than shalt thow ordand and provid the
Of horss and ek of armour gret plenté,
Of gold and silver, tressore and cleithing,
And every riches that longith to o king.
And when the lykith for to tak thi leif,
By largess thus yow thi reward geif,
First to the pure worthy honorable
That is til armys and til manhed able. 79
Set he be pur, yhit worschip in hyme bidith.
If hyme the horss one wich thiselvyne ridith
And bid hyme that he rid hyme for yhour sak;
Syne til hyme gold and silver yow betak:
The horss to hyme for worschip and prowes,
The tresor for his fredome and larges.
If most of riches and of cherising
Eftir this gud knycht berith uitnesing.
Syne to thi tennandis and to thi vavasouris
If essy haknays, palfrais and cursouris,
And robis sich as plesand ben and fair.
Syne to thi lordis, wich at mychty aire,
As dukis, erlis, princis and ek kingis,
Yow if them strang, yow if them uncouth thingis, 80
As diverss jowellis and ek preciouss stonis,
Or halkis, hundis, ordinit for the nonis, 81
Or wantone horss that can nocht stand in stable.
Thar giftis mot be fair and delitable.
Thus first unto the uorthi pur yow if
Giftis that may ther poverté releif,
And to the rich iftis of plesans--
That thei be fair, set nocht of gret substans.
For riches askith nothing bot delyt,
And povert haith ay ane appetyt,
For to support ther ned and indigens.
Thus shall yow if and makith thi dispens.
And ek the Quen, my lady, shalt also
To madenis and to ladeis, quhar yhe go,
If and cheriss one the samyne wyss;
For into largess al thi welfar lyis.
And if thi giftis with sich continans
That thei be sen ay gifyne uith plesans.
The wyss man sais, and suth it is approvit,
Thar is no thonk, thar is no ift alowit,
Bot it be ifyne into sich manere--
That is to say, als glaid into his chere--
As he the wich the ift of hyme resavith;
And do he not, the gifar is dissavith. 82
For who that iffis as he not if wald, 83
Mor profit war his ift for to withhald.
His thonk he tynith and his ift also.
Bot that thow ifith, if with boith two,
That is to say, uith hart and hand atonis.
And so the wys man ay the ift disponis.
Beith larg and iffis frely of thi thing,
For largess is the tresour of o king
And not this other jowellis nor this gold
That is into thi tresory withholde.
Who gladly iffith, be vertew of larges,
His tresory encresis of richess
And sal aganne the mor al-out resave. 84
For he to quhome he gevith sall have
First his body, syne his hart with two,
His gudis al for to dispone also
In his service; and mor atour he shall
Have o thing, and that is best of all:
That is to say, the worschip and the loss
That upone larges in this world furth goss.
And yow shal knaw the lawbour and the press
Into this erth about the gret richess
Is ony bot apone the causs we see
Of met, of cloth, and of prosperitee.
All the remanant stant apone the name
Of purches, furth apone this worldis fame.
And well yow wot, in thyne allegians
Ful many is, the wich haith sufficians
Of everything that longith to ther ned.
What haith yow more, qwich them al to-lede,
For al thi realmys and thi gret riches
If that yow lak of worschip the encress?
Well less al-out, for efter thar estate
Thei have uorschip and kepith it algat;
And yow degradith al thyne hie dugree
That so schuld shyne into nobelitee,
Throuch vys and throw the wrechitness of hart.
And knowis yow not what sall by thi part,
Out of this world when yow sal pass the courss?
Fair well, iwyss; yow never shall recourss
Whar no prince more shall the subjet have
But be als dep into the erd ygrave,
Sauf vertew only and worschip wich abidith
With them, the world apone the laif devidith.
And if he, wich shal eftir the succed,
By larges spend, of quhich that yhow had dreid, 85
He of the world comendit is and prisit,
And yow stant furth of everything dispisit.
"The puple saith and demyth thus of thee:
'Now is he gone, a verray urech was hee,
And he the wich that is our king and lord
Boith vertew haith and larges in accorde.
Welcum be he!' And so the puple soundith.
Thus through thi viss his vertew mor aboundith,
And his vertew the more thi vice furth schawith.
Wharfor yhe, wich that princes ben yknawith,
Lat not yhour urechit hart so yhow dant
That he that cummyth next yhow may avant
To be mor larg, nore more to be commendit;
Best kepit is the riches well dispendit.
O yhe, the wich that kingis ben, fore sham
Remembrith yhow this world hath bot o naamm
Of good or evill, efter yhe ar gone.
And wysly tharfor chessith yhow the tonn
Wich most accordith to nobilitee
And knytith larges to yhour hie degré.
For qwhar that fredome in o prince ringnis,
It bryngith in the victory of kingis
And makith realmys and puple boith to dout
And subectis of the cuntré al about.
And qwho that thinkith ben o conquerour,
Suppos his largess sumquhat pas mysour,
Ne rak he nat bot frely iffith ay; 86
And as he wynyth beis uar alway
To mych nor yhit to gredy that he hold,
Wich sal the hartis of the puple colde
And lov and radour cummyth boith two
Of larges. Reid and yhe sal fynd it so.
Alexander, this lord the warld that wan,
First with the suerd of larges he began
And as he wynith ifith largely;
He rakith nothing bot of chevelry
Wharfor of hyme so passith the renown
That many o cetee and many o strang townn
Of his worschip that herith the recorde
Dissirith so to haveing sich o lorde
And offerith them withouten strok of spere,
Suppos that thei war manly men of were,
But only for his gentilless that thei
Have hard. And so he lovit was alway
For his larges, humilitee and manhed
With his awn folk that nevermore, we reid,
For al his weris nor his gret travell,
In al his tym that thei hyme onys faill.
Bot in his worschip al thar besynes
Thei set and levith into no distres.
Wharthrow the suerd of victory he berith.
And many prince full oft the palm werith,
As has ben hard, by largess of before, 87
In conqueringe of rignis and of glore.
And wrechitnes richt so, in the contrar,
Haith realmys maid ful desolat and bare
And kingis broght doun from ful hie estat,
And who that red ther old bukis wat. 88
The vicis lef, the vertew have in mynde
And takith larges in his awn kynd,
Amyd standing of the vicis two,
Prodegalitee and averice also.
Wharfor herof it nedith not to more,
So mych therof haith clerkis urit tofore.
Bot who the vertw of larges and the law
Sal chess mot ned considir well and knaw
Into hymeself and thir thre wnderstande:
The substans first, the powar of his land
Whome to he iffith and the causs wharfore,
The nedful tyme awatith evermore.
Kepith thir thre; for qwho that sal exced
His rent, he fallith sodandly in nede.
And so the king that onto myster drowis,
His subjettis and his puple he ovrthrawis
And them dispolyeith boith of lond and rent.
So is the king, so is the puple schent.
Forquhi the voice it scrikth up ful evyne 89
Without abaid and passith to the hevyne
Whar God Hymeself resavith ther the crye
Of the oppresioune and the teranny
And uith the suerd of vengans doun ysmytith,
The wich that carvith al to sor and bitith
And hyme distroyth, as has ben hard or this
Of every king that wirkith sich o mys.
For ther is few eschapith them; it sall
Boith upone hyme and his successione fall.
For He, forsuth, haith ifyne hyme the wond 90
To justefy and reull in pece his lond,
The puple all submytit to his cure.
And he agan oneto no creatur
Save only shall unto his Gode obey.
And if he passith so far out of the wey,
Them to oppress, that he shuld reul and gid
Ther heritag, there gwdis to devide,
Ye, wnder whome that he most nedis stond,
At correccioune sal strek his mychty hond,
Not every day, bot shal at onys fall
On hyme, mayhap, and his succescione all.
In this, allace, the blyndis of the kingis
And is the fall of princis and of rygnis.
The most vertew, the gret intellegens,
The blessit tokyne of wysdom and prudens
Iss, in o king, for to restren his honde
Frome his pupleis riches and ther lond.
Mot every king have this vice in mynd
In tyme and not when that he ned fynde.
And in thi larges beith war, I pray,
Of nedful tyme, for than is best alway.
Avyss the ek quhome to that thow salt if,
Of there fam and ek how that thei leif;
And of the vertws and vicious folk also,
I the beseich devidith well thir two
So that thei stond nocht in o degree.
Discreccioune sall mak the diversitee
Wich clepith the moder of al vertewis.
And beith war, I the beseich of this,
That is to say of flatry, wich that longith
To court and al the kingis larges fongith.
The vertuouss man no thing tharof resavith.
The flattereris now so the king dissavith
And blyndith them that wot nothing, iwyss,
When thei do well or quhen thei do omyss,
And latith kingis oft til wnderstonde
Thar vicis and ek the faltis of ther lond.
Into the realme about o king is holde
O flatterere were than is the stormys cold,
Or pestelens, and mor the realme anoyith;
For he the law and puple boith distroyith.
And into principall ben ther three thingis
That caussith flattereris stonding with the kingis:
"And on, it is the blyndit ignorans
Of kingis wich that hath no governans
To wnderstond who doith sich o myss;
But who that farest schewith hym, iwyss,
Most suffisith and best to his plesans. 91
Wo to the realme that havith sich o chans!
"And secundly, quhar that o king is
Veciuss hymeself, he cherissith, ywys,
Al them the wich that oneto vicis soundith
Wharthrow that vicis and flattery ek aboundith.
"The thrid is the ilk schrewit harrmful vice,
Wich makith o king within hymeself so nyce
That al thar flattry and ther gilt he knowith
Into his wit and yhit he hyme withdrowith
Them to repref and of ther vicis he wot; 92
And this it is wich that dissemblyng hot
That in no way accordith for o king.
Is he not set abuf apone his ringne
As soverane his puple for to lede?
Whi schuld he spare or quhom of schuld he dred
To say the treuth, as he of right is hold?
And if so ware that al the kingis wold
When that his legis comytit ony vyce
As beith not to schamful nore to nyce
That thei presume that he is negligent
But als far as he thinkith that they mysswent
But dissemblyng reprevith as afferis
And pwnice them quhar pwnysing requeris,
Sauf only mercy in the tyme of ned.
And so o king he schuld his puple led
That no trespass that cummyth in his way
Shuld pass his hond wnepwnist away,
Nor no good deid into the samyn degree,
Nore no vertew suld wnreuardid bee.
Than flattry shuld, that now is he, be low,
And vice from the kingis court withdrow.
His ministeris that shuld the justice reull
Shuld kep well furth of quiet and reull 93
That now, God wat, as it conservit is,
The stere is lost and al is gon amys.
And vertew shuld hame to the court hyme dress
That exillith goith into the wildernes.
Thus if o king stud lyk his awn degree,
Vertwis and wyss than shuld his puple bee
Only set by vertew hyme to pless
And sore adred his wisdom to displess.
And if that he towart the vicis draw,
His folk sall go on to that ilk law.
What shal hyme pless, thai wil nocht ellis fynd
Bot therapon setith al ther mynde.
Thus only in the vertew of o king
The reull stant of his puple and his ringne,
If he be wyss and, but dissemblyng, schewis,
As I have said, the vicis oneto schrewis. 94
And so thus, sir, it stant apone thi will
For to omend thi puple or to spill,
Or have thi court of vertewis folk or fullis.
Sen yow art holl maister of the scoullis,
Teichith them and thei sal gladly leir--
That is to say, that thei may no thing heir
Sauf only vertew towart thyn estat.
And cheriss them that vertews ben algait.
And thinkith what that vertew is to thee:
It plessith God, uphaldith thi degree."
"Maister," quod he, "me think rycht profitable
Yowr conseell is and wonder honorable
For me and good. Rycht well I have consavit
And in myne hartis inwartness resavit.
I shall fulfill and do yowr ordynans
Als far of wit as I have suffisans.
Bot Y beseich yow intil hartly wyss
That of my drem yhe so to me devyss,
The wich so long haith occupeid my mynd,
How that I shal no maner sucour fynd
Bot only throw the wattir lyon and syne
The leich that is withouten medysyne;
And of the consell of the flour; wich ayre
Wonderis lyk that no man can duclar."
"Now, sir," quod he, "and I of them al thre
What thei betakyne shal I schaw to the.
Such as the clerkis at them specefiit,
Thei usit nothing what thei signefiit. 95
The wattir lyone is the God verray.
God to the lyone is lyknyt many way;
But thei have Hyme into the wattir senn;
Confusit were ther wittis al, Y wenn.
The wattir was ther awn fragelitee
And thar trespas and thar inequitee
Into this world, the wich thei stond yclosit; 96
That was the wattir wich thei have supposit
That haith there knowlag maad so inperfyt.
Thar syne and ek ther worldis gret delyt, 97
As clowdy wattir was evermore betwenn
That thei the lyone perfitly hath nocht senn,
Bot as the wattir wich was ther awn synne
That evermor thei stond confusit in.
If thei haith stond into religionn clen,
Thei had the lyone not in watter sen
Bot clerly up into the hevyne abuf,
Eternaly whar He shal not remufe.
And evermore in uatter of syne was Hee,
Forquhi it is imposseble for to bee.
And thus the world, wich that thei ar in
Yclosit is in dyrknes of ther syne;
And ek the thikness of the air betwen
The lyone mad in uattir to be sen.
For it was nocht bot strenth of ther clergy
Wich thei have here (and it is bot erthly)
That makith them there resouns devyss
And se the lyone thus in erthly wyss.
This is the lyone, God and Goddis Sone,
Jhesu Crist, wich ay in hevyne sal wonne.
For as the lyone of every best is king,
So is He lord and maister of al thing,
That of the Blessit Vyrgyne uas ybore.
Ful many a natur the lyone haith, quharfore
That he to God resemblyt is, bot I
Lyk not mo at this tyme specify.
This is the lyone--tharof have yow no dred--
That shal the help and comfort in thi ned.
"The sentens here now woll I the defyne
Of Hyme, the Lech withouten medysyne,
Wich is the God that everything hath uroght.
For yow may know that uther is it noght
As surgynis and fesicianis, wich that delith
With mortell thingis and mortell thingis helyth
And al thar art is into medysyne,
As it is ordanit be the mycht devyne,
As plasteris, drinkis, and anounytmentis seir,
And of the qualyté watyng of the yher
And of the planetis disposicioune
And of the naturis of compleccyoune,
And in the diverss changing of hwmowris.
Thus wnder reull lyith al there cwris.
And yhit thei far as blynd man in the way,
Oft quhen that deith thar craft list to assay.
Bot God, the wich that is the soveran Lech,
Nedith no maner medysyne to sech;
For ther is no infyrmyté nore wound
Bot as Hyme lykith al is holl and sound.
So can He heill infyrmytee of thoght,
Wich that one erdly medesyne can noght.
And als the saul that to confusioune goith
And haith with hyme and uther parteis boith, 98
His dedly wound God helyth frome the ground.
Onto his cure no medysyne is found.
This is His mycht that nevermore shall fyne,
This is the Leich withouten medysyne.
And if that yhow at confessioune hath ben
And makith the of al thi synnis clen,
Yow art than holl and this ilk samyn is He
Schall be thi leich in al necessitee.
"Now of the flour Y woll to the discernn.
This is the flour that haith the froyt eternn;
This is the flour, this fadith for no schour;
This is the flour of every flouris floure;
This is the flour of quhom the Froyt uas bornn;
This ws redemyt efter that we war lornn;
This is the flour that ever spryngith new;
This is the flour that changith never hew;
This is the Vyrgyne; this is the blessit flour
That Jhesu bur that is our Salveour,
This flour wnwemmyt of hir virginitee;
This is the flour of our felicitee;
This is the flour to quhom ue shuld exort;
This is the flour not sessith to support
In prayere, consell, and in byssynes
Us catifis ay into our wrechitnes
Onto hir Sone, the quich hir consell herith;
This is the flour that al our gladness sterith,
Throuch whois prayer mony one is savit,
That to the deth eternaly war resavit
Ne war hir hartly suplicatioune;
This is the flour of our salvatioune,
Next hir Sone, the froyt of every flour;
This is the sam that shal be thi succour
If that the lykith hartly reverans
And service yeld oneto hir excellens,
Syne worschip hir with al thi byssyness.
Sche sal thi harm, sche sall thi ned redress.
Sche sal sice consell if oneto the two,
The Lyone and the soverane Lech also,
Yow sall not ned thi dremm for to dispar
Nor yhit no thing that is in thi contrare.
Now," quod the Maister, "yow may well wnderstand
Tueching thi drem as I have born on hande
And planly haith the mater al declarith
That yhow may know of wich yow was disparith.
The Lech, the Lyone, and the flour also,
Yow worschip them, yow serve them evermo
And ples the world as I have said before.
In governans thus stondith al thi glore.
Do as yow list, for al is in thi honde
To tyne thiself, thi honore and thi londe
Or lyk o prince, o conquerour or king
In honore and in worschip for to ringe."
"Now," quod the King, "I fell that the support
Of yhour consell haith don me sich comfort,
Of every raddour my hart is into ess;
To yhour command, God will, Y sal obess.
Bot o thing is yneuch wnto me:
How Galiot makith his avant that he
Shall have the knycht that only by his honde
And manhed was defendour of my londe,
If that shall fall Y pray yhow tellith me,
And quhat he hecht and of quhat lond is hee."
"What that he hecht, yow shall no forther know;
His dedis sall herefterwart hyme schaw.
Bot contrar the he shall be found no way.
No more tharof as now Y will the say."
With that the King haith at his Maistir tone
His leve, oneto his cuntré for to gonne.
And al the ost makith none abyde
To passing home anone thei can provid. 99
And to Sir Gawane thei haith o lytter maad,
Ful sore ywound, and hyme on with them haade. 100
The King, as that the story can declar,
Passith to o ceté that was right fair
And clepit Cardole, into Walis was,
For that tyme than it was the nerest place
And thar he sojornyt twenty-four days
In ryall festing, as the auttore says.
So discretly his puple he haith cherit
That he thar hartis holy haith conquerit.
And Sir Gawan, helyt holl and sound
Be fiftene dais he was of every wounde.
Right blyth therof into the court war thei
And so befell the twenty-fourth day
The King to fall into o hevynes
Right ate his table siting at the mess.
And Sir Gawan cummyth hyme before
And saide hyme, "Sir, yhour thoght is al to sore,
Considering the diverss knychtis sere
Ar of wncouth and strang landis here."
The King ansuert, as into matalent,
"Sir, of my thocht or yhit of myne entent
Yhe have the wrang me to repref; forquhy
Thar levith none that shuld me blam, for I
Was thinkand one the worthiest that levyt
That al the worschip into armys prevyt,
And how the thonk of my defens he had
And of the vow that Galiot haith mad.
But I have sen, when that of my houshold
Thar was, and of my falowschip, that wold
If that thei wist, quhat thing shuld me pless,
Thei wald nocht leif for travell nor for ess.
And sumtyme it preswmyt was and said
That in my houshold of al this world I had
The flour of knychthed and of chevalry.
Bot now tharof Y se the contrarye,
Sen that the flour of knychthed is away."
"Schir," quod he, "of resone suth yhe say;
And if God will, in al this warld so round
He sal be soght, if that he may be found."
Than Gawan goith with o knychtly chere;
At the hal dure he saith in this maner:
"In this pasag who lykith for to wend?
It is o jorné most for to comend
That in my tyme into the court fallith,
To knyghtis wich that chevellry lovith
Or travell into armys for to hant.
And lat no knycht fra thynefurth hyme avant 101
That it denyith." With that onon thei ross,
Al the knychtis, and frome the burdis goss.
The King that sauch, into his hart was wo
And said, "Sair Gawan, nece, why dois yow so?
Knowis yow nocht I myne houshold suld encress
In knychthed and in honore and largess?
And now yow thinkith mak me dissolat
Of knychtis and my houss transulat
To sek o knycht and it was never more
Hard sich o semblé makith o before." 102
"Sir, quod he, "als few as may yhow pless,
For what I said was nothing for myne ess,
Nor for desir of falouschip, forwhy
To pass alone, but cumpany, think I,
And ilk knycht to pass o sundry way.
The mo thei pass the fewar eschef thay,
Bot thus shal pas no mo bot as yhow lest."
"Takith," quod he, "of quhom yhe lykith best,
Fourty in this pasag for to go."
At this command and Gawan chesit so
Fourty, quhich that he lovit and that was
Richt glaid into his falowschip to pas.
And furth thei go, and al anarmyt thei
Come to the King, withouten more delay,
The relykis brocht, as was the maner tho
When any knyghtis frome the court suld go.
Or when the passit, or quhen thei com, thei swor 103
The trouth to schaw of every adventur.
Sir Gawan knelyng to his falowis sais,
"Yhe lordis, wich that in this seking gais,
So many noble and worthi knychtis ar yhe,
Methink in vayne yhour travel shuld nocht be;
For adventur is non so gret to pref,
As I suppone, nor yhe sal it esschef. 104
And, if yhe lyk, as I that shal devyss
Yhour oth to swer, into the samyne wyss,
Myne oith to kep." And that thei undertak,
However so that he his oith mak
It to conserf, and that thei have all swornn.
Than Gawan, wich that was the King beforn,
On kneis swore, "I sal the suth duclar
Of everything when I agan repar
Nor never more aghane sal I returnn
Nore in o place long for to sujornn
Whill that the knycht or verray evydens
I have, that shal be toknis of credens."
His falouschip abasit of that thing
And als therof anoyt was the King,
Saying, "Nece, yow haith al foly uroght
And wilfulness that haith nocht in thi thoght
The day of batell of Galot and me."
Quod Gawan, "Now non other ways ma be."
Tharwith he and his falowschip also
Thar halmys lasit; onto ther horss thei go,
Syne tuk ther lef and frome the court the fare. 105
Thar names ware to long for to declar.
Now sal we leif hyme and his cumpany
That in thar seking passith bissely;
And of the Lady of Melyhalt we tell,
With whome the knycht mot ned alway duell.
O day she mayd hyme onto hir presens fet 106
And on o sege besid hir haith hyme set.
"Sir, in keping I have yow halding long,"
And thus sche said, "for gret trespas and wrong,
Magré my stewart, in worschip, and forthi
Yhe suld me thonk." "Madem," quod he, "and I
Thonk yhow so that ever, at my mycht,
Wharso I pass that I sal be yhour knycht."
"Grant mercy, sir, bot o thing I yow pray,
What that yhe ar yhe wold vichsauf to say."
"Madem," quod he, "yhour mercy ask I, quhy
That for to say apone no wyss may I."
"No! Wil yhe not? Non other ways as now
Yhe sal repent, and ek I mak avow
Oneto the thing the wich that I best love,
Out frome my keping sal yhe not remuf
Befor the day of the assemblee,
Wich that, o yher, is nerest for to bee.
And if that yow haith plessit for to say 107
Yhe had fore me deliverit ben this day;
And I sal knaw, quhether yhe wil or no,
For I furthwith oneto the court sal go
Whar that al thithingis goith and cumyth sonn."
"Madem," quod he, "yhour plesance mot be donne."
With that the knycht oneto his chalmer goith
And the lady hir makith to be wroith
Aganis hyme, but suthly uas sche not,
For he al-out was mor into hir thoght.
Than schapith she agane the ferd day
And richly sche gan hirself aray,
Syne clepit haith apone hir cusynes
And saith, "Y will oneto the court me dress.
And malice I have schawin onto yhon knycht
Forquhy he wold nocht schew me quhat he hicht;
Bot so, iwyss, it is nocht in my thocht,
For worthyar non into this erth is wrocht. 108
Tharfor I pray and hartly I requer
Yhe mak hyme al the cumpany and chere
And do hyme al the worschip and the ess,
Excep his honore, wich that may hym pless.
And quhen I cum, deliverith hyme als fre
As he is now." "Ne have no dred," quod sche.
The lady partit and hir lef hath ton,
And by hir jorné to the court is gon.
The King hapnit at Logris for to bee,
Wich of his realme was than the chef ceté,
And haith hir met and intil hartly wyss
Resavit her and welcummyt oftsyss
And haith hir home oneto his palice brocht,
Whar that no danté nedith to be socht,
And maid hir cher with al his ful entent. 109
Eft supir oneto o chalmer ar thei went,
The King and sche and ek the Quen--al thre.
Of hir tithandis at hir than askit hee
And what that hir oneto the court had brocht.
"Sir," quod sche, "I conne not al for nocht;
I have o frend haith o dereyne ydoo, 110
And I can fynd none able knycht tharto.
For he the wich that in the contrar is
Is hardy, strong and of gret kyne, iwyss.
Bot it is said if I mycht have with me
Your knycht quich in the last assemblé
Was in the feld and the red armys bur,
In his manhed Y mycht my causs assur.
And yhow, sir, richt hartly I exort
Into this ned my myster to support."
"Madem, by faith oneto the Quen I aw,
That I best love, the knycht I never saw
In nerness by which that I hyme knew;
And ek Gawane is gan hyme for to sew
With other fourty knychtis into cumpany."
The lady smylit at ther fantessy.
The Quen tharwith presumyt wel that sche
Knew quhat he was and said, "Madem, if yhe
Knowith of hyme what that he is or quhar,
We yhow besech til ws for to declar."
"Madem," quod sche, "now, be the faith that I
Aw to the King and yhow, as for no why
To court I cam but of hyme to inquere;
And sen of hyme I can no tithingis here,
Nedlyngis tomorn homwart mon I fair." 111
"Na," quod the King, "madem, ovr son it waire.
Yhe sal remayne her for the Qwenys sak;
Syne shal yhe of our best knychtis tak."
"Sir," quod sche, "I pray yow me excuss,
Forquhy to pass nedis me behuss. 112
Nor, sen I want the knycht which I have socht,
Wtheris with me to have desir I nocht,
For I of otheris have that may suffice."
Bot yhit the King hir prayt on sich wyss
That sche remanit whill the thrid day,
Syne tuk hir leif to pasing hom hir way.
It nedis not the festing to declar
Maid oneto hir nor company nor fare.
Sche had no knycht, sche had no damyseill
Nor thei richly rewardit war and well.
Now goith the lady homwart and sche
In her entent desyrus is to see
The flour of knychthed and of chevelry:
So was he prysit and hold to every wy.
The lady, which oneto hir palace come,
Bot of schort time remanith haith at home
When sche gart bryng, withouten recidens, 113
With grete effere this knycht to hir presens
And said hyme, "Sir, so mekil have I socht
And knowith that befor I knew nocht,
That if yhow lyk I wil yhour ransone mak."
"Madem, gladly, wil yhe vichsauf to tak
Efter that as my powar may attenn 114
Or that I may provid be ony menn."
"Now, sir," sho said, "forsuth it sal be so:
Yhe sal have thre and chess yhow on of tho. 115
And if yhow lykith them for to refuss
I can no mor, but yhe sal me excuss;
Yhe nedis mot susten yhour adventur
Contynualy inward for til endur." 116
"Madem," quod he, "and I yhow hartly pray
What that thei say yhe wald vichsauf to say."
"The first," quod sche, "who hath into the chenn
Of lov yhour hart, and if yhe may derenn.
The next, yhour nam, the which ye sal not lye.
The thrid, if ever yhe think of chevalry
So mekil worschip to atten in feild
Apone o day in armys wnder scheld
As that yhe dyd the samyne day when yhe
In red armys was at the assemblee."
"Madem," quod he, "is thar non uther way
Me to redem but only thus to say
Of thingis which that rynyth me to blam,
Me to avant my lady or hir name?
But if that I most schawin furth that one,
What suerté schal I have for to gone
At libertee out of this danger free?"
"Schir, for to dred no myster is," quod shee;
"As I am trew and fathfull woman hold,
Yhe sal go fre quhen one of thir is told."
"Madem, yhour will non uther ways I may,
I mone obey. And to the first Y say,
As to declar the lady of myne hart,
My gost sal rather of my brest astart."
(Wharby the lady fayndit al for nocht
The love quhich long hath ben into her thocht.)
"And of my nam, schortly for to say,
It stondith so that one no wyss I may.
Bot of the thrid, madem, I se that I
Mon say the thing that tuechith velany. 117
For suth it is I trast, and God before,
In feld that I sal do of armys more
Than ever I did, if I commandit bee.
And now, madem, I have my libertee,
For I have said I never thocht to say."
"Now, sir," quod sche, "whenever yhe wil, ye may;
Bot o thing is, I yhow hartly raquer,
Sen I have hold yhow apone such maner,
Not as my fo, that yhe uald grant me till."
"Madem," quod he, "it sal be as yhe will."
"Now, sir," quod sche, "it is nothing bot yhe
Remann with ws wnto the assemblé,
And everythyng that in yhour myster lyis
I sall gar ordan at yhour awn devyss. 118
And of the day I shall yow certefy
Of the assemblé yhe sal not pas therby."
"Madem," quod he, "It sal be as yhow list."
"Now sir," quod sche, "and than I hald it best
That yhe remann lyk to the samyne degré
As that yhe war, that non sal wit that yhe
Deliverit war. And into sacret wyss
Thus may yhe be. And now yhe sal devyss
What armys that yhow lykyth I gar mak."
"Madem," quod he, "armys al of blak."
With this, this knycht is to his chalmer gonn.
The lady gan ful prevaly disspone
For al that longith to the knycht in feild.
Al blak his horss, his armour, and his scheld;
That nedful is, al thing sche well previdith.
And in hir keping thus with hir he bidith.
Suppos of love sche takyne hath the charg,
Sche bur it clos. Therof sche uas not larg; 119
Bot wysly sche abstenit hir dissir,
For ellisquhat, sche knew, he was afyre.
Tharfor hir wit hir worschip haith defendit,
For in this world thar was nan mor commendit,
Boith of discreccioune and of womanhed,
Of governans, of nurtur, and of farhed. 120
This knycht with hir thus al this whil mon duell,
And furth of Arthur sumthing wil we tell--
That walkyng uas furth into his regiounis
And sojornyt in his ceteis and his townis
As he that had of uisdome sufficyans.
He kepit the lore of Maister Amytans
In ryghtwysnes, in festing and larges,
In cherising cumpany and hamlynes.
For he was bissy and was deligent,
And largly he iffith and dispent
Rewardis, boith oneto the pur and riche
And holdith fest throw al the yher eliche. 121
In al the warld passing gan his name;
He chargit not bot of encress and famme
And how his puples hartis to empless.
Thar gladnes ay was to his hart most ess.
He rakith not of riches nor tressour
Bot to dispend one worschip and honour.
He ifith riches, he ifith lond and rent,
He cherissyth them with wordis eloquent
So that thei can them utraly propone
In his service thar lyves to dispone,
So gladith themme his homely contynans,
His cherisyng, his wordis of plesans,
His cumpany and ek his mery chere,
His gret rewardis and his iftis sere.
Thus hath the King non uthir besynes
Bot cherising of knychtis and largess
To mak hymeself of honour be commend.
And thus the yher he dryvith to the ende.
safe; spirit diligently
Who saw; leapt up
In; had been born
in (i.e., from); expected
Between; a heartfelt
He was not a clergyman
called; (see note)
pavilion; grassy field
greeted him cordially
in return, as if he were annoyed
greeting nor of you
contrary to my comfort
(see note); whirlpool
strong (i.e., fierce)
wrath; you soon
shall strike down
as you yourself know
all comes only from
from you; ancestors'
as an inheritance
begotten in wedlock
as far as you can
under your authority
various; (see note)
rule and govern
restrain under the law
allow; be ruined
In the absence of
widows also; much
accounting; demand; (see note)
From you; bitter accounting
Their; in righteousness
[thai=the poor]; ruin
poor; (see note)
inflict pain on them
in your grandeur
face of the earth
are left forsaken
has become your enemy
have you lost
must; honor lose
afterwards [go]; end
grant; to give me
act according to it
concerns your conscience
First of all; end
Then; to confess yourself
advise about your sin
Done by you to
in your heart
To confess; hear
Searched his memory; (see note)
in the whole romance; (see note)
a wealth of details
I know it not
poorly conceived of
For which I know
sin in its own turn
told that might occur
slain; (see note)
deprived of her inheritance
in his heart
according to my skill
turned away; perverse
Against; (see note)
Indeed; in the same way
promised; (see note)
Always; went in
a leaf floating
[take the back upon oneself=flee]
in spite of
given; (see note)
failed you deliberately
without; (see note)
only out of fear
suitable for the war
govern and lead
you know; lacks
So that in
courage nor protection
be in sympathy
unloved in servitude
make war; assurance
also through [i.e., by]
knew how to do
is suitable to
yet; knew not that
demeanor; (see note)
who bade us; thought
inadequately; against him
honor in conquering you
Truce; respite; a year
it pleases you; year's time
also; within the year
caused the defeat
heard what you
In such a way
it pleases; to arrange
Except; favor; benevolence
it pleases you
with all your might
then; very; scepter
Both law; also; nature
follows directly the path
stray from it [truth]
Then [i.e., secondly]
are set right
Judge; have doubts about
greatest fault; law
distinction; poor; rich
reasonably and knowingly
the age of reason
free from guilt
be kept; (see note)
once it is said
oath or seal; person
want you to go immediately
poor; (see note)
receive; as is fitting
individually; each one
feasting; humble behavior
ride and walk
greatest; declared; (see note)
each; seek out
held to be
prepare; provide yourself
it pleases you; leave
With generosity; give
Although; poor; resides
Give gentle; (see note)
who are powerful
Such as unusual gems
gifts of pleasure
Give; show favor
give; such bearing
always to be given gladly
it is proven true
thanks; gift recognized
given in such
as glad in his demeanor
it would be; gift
thanks; loses; gift
what you give give
this way; gift grants
generous; give liberally
honor and the fame
who have enough
all the while
make your way
indeed; return from
as deeply in the earth buried
Except for; lives on
who shall after you
vice; is magnified
who; are known to be
after you may boast
one name [for you]
thinks to be
Though; surpass moderation
prospers is always on guard
who conquered the world
conquers gives generously
cares; but for
which hears the report
Although; were; war
to his honor all their effort
devote; desert [him]
to [say] more
choose must necessarily
these three [things]
To whom he gives
into poverty draws
commits such an offense
few who escape
make justice in
time of need
their reputation; love
distinguish between; these
is called; mother
flattery; is native
who know; indeed
prevent; from understanding
And mainly are there
one [i.e., the first]
commits such an offense
such a fate
Evil; loves indeed
have to do with vices
is appropriate to
it were; (see note)
Without; as is appropriate
punishment is necessary
Except only for [granting]
by the same token
home; make his way
was as he should be
fixed on virtue
it is dependent on
Except; about your position
virtuous; at all times
it seems to me
inner recess received
in a heartfelt way
watery lion; then
signify; reveal to you
watery lion; true God
comparable in many ways
own moral weakness
beast; (see note)
by the divine power
(see note); cures
fare; on the road
death; chooses to test
healed and cured
then healed; very same
flower; to you explain
wretches always in
many a one
would be consigned
Were it not for her heartfelt
After her Son
it pleases you heartily
such advice give
to your misfortune
as I have asserted
were in despair
moral control; glory
it pleases you
shall come about
opposed to you
for; litter made
called; in; (see note)
royal feasting; author
healed healthy and well
unknown and foreign
as if in anger
thinking; who lives
leave; (see note)
reasonably the truth
journey most commendable
travail in arms to practice
saw in; sad
intend to make me deprived
not for my comfort
each; go; different
no more than you like
on this expedition
then Gawain chose
relics; then; (see note)
who go on this quest
It seems to me; effort
say; (see note)
To keep it
before the King
proof of validity
was upset with
There were too many names
quest go diligently
must necessarily; dwell
Despite my steward; therefore
as far as I am able
Who you are; grant
in no way
Not otherwise for now
as far as I am concerned
pretended to be angry
she prepared for the fourth
called; female relative
reveal; is called
heartily I request
befriend and entertain him
Saving his honor
leave has taken
on her journey
chanced; (see note)
in a heartfelt manner
Received; many times
chamber have they gone
news from her
in the opposition
of noble birth
the faith I owe the Queen
who he was
who he is or where
since; news hear
too soon; would be
since I lack
begged in such a way
go on her way home
the people; the circumstances
But that they; were
esteemed; (see note)
if you would vouchsafe
by any means
tolerate your fate
in the chain
if you may say
much honor to attain
In one day
incur blame on me
boast about; (see note)
you wish [to go]
but that you
that you need
you shall not miss it
as it pleases you
in the same condition
Freed; in a secret way
I have made
Whatever is needed
followed the instruction
feasting and generosity
generously; gave and dispensed
spread his reputation
cared only for
the greatest pleasure
cares not for
Except to dispense for
utterly offer themselves
make disposition of
because of honor commended