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
[Sidenote: [leaf 88]]
Ant sette him a knelyng,
ant grette þene gode kyng. 836
[Sidenote: Berild asks that he be taken into the king’s service.]
Þa{n}ne sede Berild sone,
“Sire king, of him þu hast to done.
Bitak him þi lond to werie;
Ne schat hit noman derie, 840
For he is þe faireste man
Þ{a}t eureȝut on þi londe cam.”
Þo seyde byrild wel sone,
“Whit hym haue{n} to done.
Tak hym þi lond to werye;
Ne schal hym noma{n} derye. 840
He hys þe fayreste man
Þat eu{er}e in þis londe cam.”
þo saide beryld wel sone,
“kyng, wiþ him þou ast done.
þi lond tac hi{m} to werie;
ne shal þe nomon derye, 840
for he is þe feyreste man
þat euer in þis londe cam.”
[Headnote: _Horn enters the service of the king._]
[Sidenote: The king welcomes Cutberd.]
¶ Þa{n}ne sede þe ki{n}g so dere,
“Welcome beo þu here. 844
Go nu, Berild, swiþe,
{And} make him ful bliþe.
And whan þu farst to woȝe,
Tak him þine gloue. 848
Ime{n}t þu hauest to wyue,
Awai he schal þe dryue;
For Cutberdes fairhede
Ne schal þe neure wel spede.” 852
Þo seyde þe king so dere,
“Wel come be he here. 844
Go nov, byryld, swyþe,
An mak him glad and blyþe.
Wan þou farest awowen,
Tak hym þine glouen. 848
Þer þou hauest Mynt to wyue,
Awey he schal þe dryue.”
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¶ þo seide þe kyng wel dere,
“welcome þe þou here. 844
go, beryld, wel swyþe,
{ant} make hy{m} wel blyþe,
ant when þou farest to wowen,
tac him þine glouen. 848
þer þou hast munt to wyue,
a wey he shal þe dryue;
for godmodes feyrhede
shalt þou no wer spede.” 852
[Sidenote: At the Christmas feast a giant appears.]
++HIt was at Cristesmasse,
Neiþer more ne lasse,
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Hyt was at C{r}istesmesse,
Naþer more ne lesse.
Þe king hym makede a feste,
Wyt hyse knyctes beste. 856
hit wes at c{ri}stesmasse,
nouþer more ne lasse.
þe kyng made feste,
of his knyhtes beste. 856
[Headnote: _The giant’s challenge._]
[Sidenote: The giant proclaims a challenge.]
Þ{er} cam in at none,
A Geau{n}t suþe sone,
Iarmed fram paynyme,
And seide þes ryme:-- 860
“Site stille, sire kyng,
{And} herkne þis tyþyng.
Her buþ pae{n}s ariued,
Wel mo þane fiue. 864
Her beoþ on þe so{n}de,
Ki{n}g, vpon þi londe.
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