King Horn, Floriz and Blauncheflur, The Assumption of Our Lady
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King Horn, Floriz and Blauncheflur, The Assumption of Our Lady
English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500; Mary, Blessed Virgin, Saint -- Legends; Romances, English
Þan seide þe good lady,
“For goddes loue, s{ir}, mercy! 300
Of .xii. children haue we noon{e}
On lyue now but þis oon{e}.
And better it were she were his make,
Þan he were deed for hur sake.” 304
Þanne spac þe quene þe . .
{and} seyde to þe kinge, “sire, mercy, 116
Sire, of þis children nabbe we non,
Non aliue bote þis on,
{and} bote hit were þ{a}t hit wer . .
Þane eyþer deȝede vor oþer . . . 120
“Dame, þ{o}u seist soþ,” seide he;
“Sen it may noon{e} other be,
Leuer me were she were his wyf~,
Þan y lost my sonnes lyf~.” 308
Of~ þis word þe Quene was fayn{e},
And to her soon{e} she ran agayn{e}.
“Dame, þou seist soþ,” þo seyde he,
“Nu hit nele no{n} oþer bee.
Leuere me were þ{a}t heo were
Þane ihc for lore mine sone l[yf].” 124
Of þisse wordes þe quene w . .
To floyres, hire sone, . . .
[Sidenote: They tell him the facts, and together open the grave and find
it empty.]
“Floryes, soon{e}, glad make the,
Þy lef þ{o}u schalt on lyue see. 312
Florys, son{e}, þrouȝ engynne
Of~ þy Faders reed and myne,
Þis graue let we make,
Leue son{e}, for þy sake. 316
Ȝif~ þ{o}u þ{a}t maide forgete woldest,
After oure reed wyf~ þ{o}u sholdest.”
“Floyres, sone, glad make þe .
For ut þou schalt þi lef . . 128
Leue sone . . . . . . .
. . . . fader rede {and} . .
. . . . . wo . . .
Leue sone so . . . . . . 132
Vor [_two lines illegible here_]
. . . . . vre rede . . .
Now eu{er}y word{e} she haþ him tolde,
How þ{a}t þey þ{a}t mayden solde. 320
[Sidenote: [102 _a_]]
“Is þis soth, my moder dere?”
“For soth,” she seide, “she is not here.”
Þe rowȝ stoon{e} adoun{e} þey leyde,
And sawe þ{a}t was not þe mayde. 324
. . . word {and} ende him .
Hou hei habbeþ þat mayde, 136
“{and} is þis soþ, mi moder dere?”
“Ȝe, for soþe,” heo nis not .
Þane stond hii panne . . . .
He isay þ{a}t þere nas . . . . 140
[Sidenote: Floris declares his resolve to find Blauncheflur.]
“Now, moder, y þink þ{a}t y leue may.
Ne shal y rest nyȝt ne day,
Nyȝt ne day ne no stound{e},
Tyl y haue my le{m}mon found{e}. 328
Nu me þencheþ . . . . .
. . . ne schal ihc . . . .
Niȝt ne da . . . . . .
. . . ich . . . . . . 144
[_Some folios lost here. Continued at bottom of page 84._]
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