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
He took~ his leue for to goo;
Þ{er} was ful muche woo; 380
[_No gap in MS._]
Þey made him noon~ other chere
Þan her soon~ were leide in bere.
++Floris nimeþ nu his leue;
No long{er} nolde he bileue.
He custe he{m} wiþ softe muþe;
Al wepinge hi dep{ar}teþ nuþe. 12
Ne makede his Moder no{n} oþ{er} chere,
Bute also he were ileid on bere.
For him ne wende hi neu{er}e mo
Eft to sen; ne dude hi no. 16
Furþ he went w{i}t{h} al his mayn~;
W{i}t{h} him went þe Chamberlayn~. 384
So haue þey her hauyn~ nome
Þat þey ben to þe hauyn~ come
Þere Blaunchefloure was alnyȝt,
Wel rychely þey ben dyȝt; 388
Forþ he wende wiþ al his mein,
And wiþ hi{m} his fader chau{m}berlein.
Fort to þe hauene hi beoþ icume,
And þ{er} habbeþ here in inome. 20
At þe selue huse hi buþ aliȝt
Þ{a}t blau{n}cheflur was þ{a}t oþ{er} niȝt.
Riche sop{er} þer was idiȝt,
[Sidenote: They find there good entertainment.]
Þe lord of~ þe ynne was welle hende;
Þe Child~ he sette next þe ende,
In al þe feirest seete
And m{ur}ie hi verde{n} þ{er} aniȝt. 24
Floriz ne let for ne feo
To finden al þ{a}t neod beo,
[Sidenote: All make good cheer except Floris, who thinks ever on
Blauncheflur.]
Alle þey dronken and al þey ȝete: 392
[_No gap in MS._]
Ete ne drynke myȝt he nouȝt;
On blauncheflour was al his þouȝt.
Of fless, of fiss, of tendre bred,
Of whit win, {and} eke red. 28
Glad {and} bliþe hi weren alle
Þ{a}t were{n} wiþ he{m} in þe halle,
And pleide {and} gamenede ehc wiþ oþ{er}.
Ac floriȝ þe{n}cheþ al on oþ{er}, 32
For he net ne dronk riȝt noȝt.
On blau{n}cheflur was al his þoȝt.
[Headnote: _Floris mourns. He hears of Blauncheflur, and is glad._]
[Sidenote: The hostess observes his ‘mourning,’ and tells him that she
is reminded of the mourning of Blauncheflur.]
Þe lady of þat vnderȝat
Þ{at} þe Childe mornyng~ sat, 396
And seide to her lord w{i}t{h} styl dreme,
“Sir, nym{e} now good{e} ȝeme
How þe Child~ mo{ur}nyng syttes:
Mete and drynke he forȝetes: 400
[Sidenote: [103 _a_]]
Lytel he eteþ, and lasse he drynkeþ;
He is a marchaund, as me þynkeþ.”
Þe lefdi of þer inne vnderȝat
Þ{a}t he m{ur}ni{n}ge sat. 36
To hire lou{e}rd heo sede wiþ stille dreme,
“Sire, nimestu no ȝeme
Hu þis child m{ur}ni{n}ge sit?
Mete ne drinke he nabit. 40
He net mete ne he ne drinkeþ;
Nis he no marchau{n}t, ase me þinkeþ.”
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