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 spak~ þe lord of~ þ{a}t ynne,
“Þis sender day, þ{er} sate hereyn{e} 468
Þat faire Maide Blauncheflo{ur},
boþ in halle and in boure.
Eu{er} she made mornyng chere,
And bement Florys, her lyf~ fere; 472
Ioye ne blis made she noon~,
But for Florys she made her moon~.”
[Þ]us heri{n}ne þis oþ{er} day
[S]at blau{n}cheflur þ{a}t faire may.
[I]n halle ne in bur ne at bord,
[O]f hire ne herde we neure a word. 104
[B]ute of floriz was hire mone;
[Heo] nadde in herte ioie none.”
Florys toke a Coupe of~ syluer clere,
A mantyl of~ Scarlet w{i}t{h} menyuere: 476
“Houe þis, s{ir}, to þyn~ hono{ur};
Þ{o}u may þonke it Blauncheflo{ur}.
He myȝt make myn~ hert glade,
Þ{a}t couþ me tel wheder she is ladde.” 480
[Whanne] herde he ne{m}pnen his le{m}man,
[Bliþe] he was iwis for þan. 108
[He lat] bringe a cupe of seluer
[And eke] a pane of menuuer.
[Þanne] he sede, “haue þis to þin honur,
[So þ]u speke of blau{n}cheflur. 112
[Þu mi]ȝtest make min heorte ful glad;
[Þu tel]le me wuder heo were ilad.”
[Þanne] sede þe burgeis,
[Þat was] wel hende {and} c{ur}tais, 116
[Headnote: _The innkeeper tells Floris how the Admiral bought
Blauncheflur._]
[Sidenote: The host tells him that Blauncheflur has been sold to the
Admiral at Babylon.]
“Child~, to Babyloyne she is brouȝt;
Þe Amyral hur haþ bouȝt:
[Sidenote: [104 _a_]]
He gaf~ for hur, as she stood vpryȝt,
Seuen sithes of~ gold hur wyȝt; 484
For he þenkeþ w{i}t{h}-out weene,
Þat faire may haue to Queene.
Among~ his maydons in his toure
He hur dide, w{i}t{h} much honoure.” 488
[“To Babi]lloigne he was ibroȝt;
[Þe adm]iral hire haȝ iboȝt.”
Now Flores resteþ him þ{er}e al nyȝt,
Tyl on þe morrow þe day was lyȝt;
He roos on þe morownyng~,
He gaf~ his Ost an hundryd shelyng~, 492
To his ost and to his Ostesse,
And toke his leue, and feire dide kysse;
[Floriz go]þ to his rest;
[On Blaunch]eflur he þoȝte mest. 120
Ac reste ne miȝte he habbe none;
Fort þe dide slep him nome.
Amoreȝe so sone so hit was day,
He nem his liue, {and} we{n}de his way. 124
[Sidenote: Floris gives the host a hundred shillings, and asks his
assistance.]
And ȝerne his ost he besouȝt,
Þat he him help, ȝif he myȝt ouȝt, 496
Ȝif~ he myȝt~, w{i}t{h} any gynne,
Þat feire may to him wynne.
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