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
¶ Horn sadelede his stede,
{And} his armes he gan sprede. 764
His brunie he gan lace,
So he scholde, in to place.
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His swerd he gan fonge;
Nabod he noȝt to longe.
He sette sadel on stede,
With armes he hym gan schrede. 764
Hys brenye he gan lace,
So he scholde, i{n} to place.
Þo hyt þer to gan ten,
Ne durst hi{m} noma{n} sen. 768
Swerd he gan fonge;
Ne stod he nowt to lo{n}ge,
he sette sadel on stede,
wiþ armes he gon him shrede.
his brunie he con lace,
so he shulde, in to place. 766
his suerd he gon fonge; 769
ne stod he nout to longe. 770
to is suerd he gon teon; 767
ne durste non wel him seon. 768
[Headnote: _Horn takes leave of Rymenhild._]
[Sidenote: He tells her that her dream has come true,]
He ȝede forþ bliue
To Ryme{n}hild his wyue. 772
He sede, “le{m}man, derling,
Nu hauestu þi sweuening.
Þe fiss þ{a}t þi net rente,
Fram þe he me sente. 776
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And ȝyede forþ ricte
To reymyld þe bricte. 772
He seyde, “leman, de{r}ling,
Now hauestu þi meting.
Þe fys þi net to rente,
Fram þe he me sente. 776
Þe king gynneþ wiht me st{r}iue;
Awey he wole me driue.
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He seide, “lemmon, derlyng,
nou þou hauest þy sweuenyng.
þe fyssħ þ{a}t þyn net rende,
from þe me he sende. 776
þe kyng wiþ me gynneþ st{ri}ue;
a wey he wole me dryue.
[Sidenote: that he is going to an unknown country for seven years.]
Rymenhild, haue wel godne day,
No leng abiden ine may. 780
In to vncuþe londe,
Wel more for to fonde.
I schal wune þere
Fulle seue ȝere. 784
Reymyld, haue god day,
For nov ich founde awey, 780
In to onekuþ londe,
Wel more forto fonde.
Ich schal wony þere
Fulle seve ȝere. 784
þare fore haue nou godneday;
nou y mot fonnde {ant} fare away 780
In to vncouþe londe,
wel more forte fonde.
y shal wonie þere
fulle seue ȝere. 784
[Sidenote: He bids her not to await him longer than seven years.]
At seue ȝeres ende,
Ȝef ine come ne sende,
Tak þe husebo{n}de,
ffor me þu ne wo{n}de. 788
In armes þu me fonge,
{And} kes me wel longe.”
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