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The Theban knyghtes in compas rounde
aboute In the vale lay slayne, alle the hoole route, Which pitously ageyn the mone 2 gape; For non of hem, shortly, myght eskape, 1180 But dede 4 echon as thei han deserved, Save oon excepte, the which was reserved By Tydeus, of intencioun, To the kyng to make relacioun How his knyghtes han on her journe
spedde, 5 Everich of hem his lyf left for a wedde, And at the metyng how they han hem born; To tellen al he sured ? was and sworn To Tydeus, ful lowly on his khe.
5. “Buskel yee, bownel yee, my merry
In greenwood where they bee."
A shooting gone are they,
Where they had gladdest bee;
His body leaned to a tree.
(Authors and Dates Unknown)
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF
1. When shawes beene sheene, and
shradds 10 full fayre, And leeves both large and longe, It is merry, walking in the fayre fforrest,
To heare the small birds songe.
7. A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Had beene many a mans bane,
Topp, and tayle, and mayne. 30 8. "Stand you still, master," quoth Litle
John, “Under this trusty tree, And I will goe to yond wight yeoman,
To know his meaning trulye.”
And that's a ffarley 3 thinge;
And tarry my-selfe behinde?
And a man but heare him speake. 40
John, I wold thy head breake."
That parted Robin and John.
The gates * he knowes eche one.
12. And when hee came to Barnesdale,
Great heavinesse there hee hadd; He fiound two of his fellowes
Were slaine both in a slade,5
13. And Scarlett a-ffoote flyinge was,
Over stockes and stone,
Fast after him is gone.
14. “Yett one shoote I'le shoote,” sayes Litle
John, “With Crist his might and mayne; I'le make yond fellow that flyes soe fast
To be both glad and ffaine.”
53. But Robin hee hyed 1 him towards Litle
Fast after him did drive.
They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete
To battell that were not bowyn.
Of comforte that was not colde,
6. “Now we have haryed all Bamborowe
schyre, All the welth in the world have wee; I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,
So styll and stalworthlye."
The standerds schone' fulle bryght;
And thether they cam fulle ryght. 8. Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell,
I tell yow wythowtten drede; 4 30 He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,
And kepte Barwyke upon Twede. 9. To the Newe Castell when they cam,
The Skottes they cryde on hyght: “Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within,
Com to the fylde, and fyght. 10. “For we have brente Northomberlonde,
Thy erytage good and ryght,
The Skottyssch oste for to se,
Full sore it rewyth me. 12. “Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe
The tone 8 of us schall dye.” 13. “Where schall I byde the?” sayd the
Dowglas, “Or where wylte thow com to me?” 50 “At Otterborne, in the hygh way, Ther mast thow well logeed be. field 3
4 doubt 5 since 6 lodging 7 hostility 8 the one
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
1. Yt felle abowght the Lamasse tyde,
Whan husbondes wynnes 5 ther haye, The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym
In Ynglond to take a praye. 2. The yerlle of Fyffe, wythowghten stryffe,
He bowynd hym over Sulway;
That raysse ? they may rewe for aye. 3. Over Hoppertope hyll they cam in,
And so down by Rodclyffe crage ;
Styrande 8 many a stage. 4. And boldely brente Northomberlond,
And haryed many a towyn; hastened ? quickly 3 help 4 clotted 5 dry got ready ? raid 8 arousing 'burned
14. “The roo 1 full rekeles ther sche rinnes,
To make the game and glee;
Amonge the holtes on hye.
He durst not loke on my brede 1 banner
For all Ynglonde so haylle.
15. “Ther mast thow have thy welth at wyll,
Well looged ther mast be;
24. “Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe
He coude not garre ? me ones to dyne.”
16. “Ther schall I byde the," sayd the
Dowglas, “By the fayth of my bodye.” “Thether schall I com,” sayd Syr Harry
“My trowth I plyght to the.” 17. A pype of wyne he gave them over the
And all hys ost that daye. 18. The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde
agayne, For soth withowghten naye; 70 He toke his logeyng at Oterborne,
Upon a Wedynsday.
19. And ther he pyght 2 hys standerd dowyn,
Hys gettyng more and lesse, 3
To chose ther geldynges gresse." 20. A Skottysshe knyght hoved 5 upon the
In the dawnyng of the daye. 80
29. The Perssy cam byfore hys oste,
Wych was ever a gentyll knyght; Upon the Dowglas lowde can S he crye,
“I wyll holde that I have hyght.'
21. He prycked to hys pavyleon dore,
As faste as he myght ronne; “Awaken, Dowglas,” cryed the knyght,
“For Hys love that syttes in trone. 22. "Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,
“For thow maste waken wyth wynne; Yender have I spyed the prowde Perssye,
And seven stondardes wyth hym.
31. The Dowglas answerde hym agayne,
Wyth grett wurdes upon hye,
23. "Nay by my trowth," the Dowglas sayed, "It ys but a fayned taylle;
90 roe ? fixed 3 all he had got 4 grass 5 tarried 6 field 7 sentinel 8 joy
32. Wyth that the Perssy was grevyd sore,
For soth as I yow saye;
And schoote 11 hys horsse clene awaye. 1 broad ? make 3 if it might be false peace
wary and bold 8 did promised sent away