"And my doghtur Organata y gyf hym to, 1295 For my londys hys fadur wan."

CXIII.

Syr Egyllamowre prayed these lordys hynde,

Home to Artas that they wolde wynde,

At hys weddyng to bee.

They grauntyd alle that there ware;
They buskyd them with ryalle fare,
And sone come ovyr the see.

CXIV.

Schyppus lay wrekyd on the sonde,
Eche lorde toke odur be the honde,

Pagys ther horsys conne dryve;

Thys behelde syr Prynsamowre,

He felle bakward ovyr a towre,

And brake hys nekk belyve!

A messengere come before to telle,
What maner aventurs there befelle:

Wyth God may no man stryve!

Alle the nyght there they laye,

Tylle on the morowe that hyt was day,

To wedd that lady whyte belyve.

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Ther was many a lorde of pryde,

A kynge ladde hur on eche a syde,

Hyt was a semely syght;

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Sythen a byschop can them wedde,

Than thanked they God they had so spedd,

And Mary mekylle of myght!

Sethen to wedde them can they goo,

Syr Degrabelle and Organata tho,

He was a fulle feyre knyght.

There was throwyn golde in that stounde,

The mowntans of a thousand pounde,

Gete hyt who so myght.

The mynstrels that were of ferre londe,

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When the brydale was alle y-done,

Eche oon toke ther leve to gone,

There they were levest to lende.

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Mynstrels that there were in that stounde,

Ther gyftys were worthe iij. c. pounde,
The bettur myght they spende.

§ Degrevant, Sir.

C

THE ROMANCE

OF

SIR DEGREVANT.

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f. 80.] Sire Degrevvaunt, and theynke and thanke.

I.

Lord Gode in Trynité,

Yeff home hevene ffor to se,
That lovethe gamene and gle,
And gestys to ffede.

Ther ffolke sitis in ffere,

Shullde mene herkene and here

Off gode that beffore hem were,

That levede on arthede;
And y schalle karppe off a knyght,
That was both hardy and wyght,
Sire Degrevaunt that hend hyght,

That dowghty was of dede.
Was nevere kyngh that he ffond,
In ffraunce ne in Englond,
Myght sette a schafft of hys hond
One a stythe stede !

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II.

Wyth kyng Arrtor, y wene,
And wyth Gwennor the quene,
He was knowun ffor kene,

That comelych knyght;
In Hethenesse and in Spayne,
In ffraunce and in Bryttayne,
Wyth Persevalle and Gawayne,
ffor herdy and wyght!

He was dowghty and dere,

And ther nevew ffulle nere,

Ther he of dedys myght y-here,

By days or by nyght.

ffor-thy they name hem that stounde
A knyght of tabulle round,

As maked is in the mappe-mound,
In storye ffull ryght.

III.

He was ffayre mane and ffree,

And gretlech yaff hym to gle,

To harp and to sautré,

And geterne ffull gay;

Well to play in a rote,

Off lewtyng, welle y wote,

And syngyng many suet not,

He bare the pryes aey.

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