Old French Romances, Done into English — John Shaqi
Old French Romances, Done into EnglishMorris, William
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Old French Romances, Done into English
Morris, William
French literature -- To 1500 -- Translations into English; Romances; Tales, Medieval
But in the space of three years thereafter was so great famine in the
city, that the father had will to thrust the son away from his house.
Then spake Azones and Horatus to Amis, and said: “Fair sir, thou wottest
how feally we have served thee sithence the death of thy father unto this
day, and that we have never trespassed against thy commandment. But now
we may no longer abide with thee, whereas we have no will to perish of
hunger: wherefore we pray thee give us leave to escape this mortal
pestilence.”
Then Amis answered them weeping: “O ye fair sons, and not sergeants, my
only comfort, I pray you for God’s sake that ye leave me not here, but
bear me to the city of the Count Amile my fellow.”
And they who would well obey his commandments, bore him thither whereas
was Amile; and there they fell to sounding on their tartavelles before
the Court of Amile, even as mesel folk be wont to do. And when Amile
heard the sound thereof he bade a sergeant of his to bear to the sick man
of bread and of flesh, and therewithal his hanap, which was given to him
at Rome, full of good wine: and when the sergeant had done his
commandment he said to him when he came again: “By the faith which I owe
thee, sir, if I held not thine hanap in my hand, I had deemed that it was
even that which the sick man had; for one and the same be they of
greatness and of fashion.” Then said Amile: “Go speedily and lead him
hither to me.”
But when he was before his fellow he asked of him who he was, and how he
had gotten that hanap. Said he: “I am of Bericain the Castle, and the
hanap was given me by the Apostle of Rome, when he baptized me.”
And when Amile heard that, he knew that it was Amis his fellow who had
delivered him from death, and given him to wife the King’s Daughter of
France; straightway he cast himself upon him and fell to crying out
strongly, and to weeping and lamenting, and to kissing and embracing him.
And when his wife heard the same, she ran thereto all dishevelled, and
making great dole, whereas she had in memory of how he had slain Arderi.
And straightway they laid him in a very fair bed, and said to him: “Abide
with us, fair sir, until that God shall do his will of thee, for
whatsoever we have is for thee to deal with.” And he abode with them,
and his sergeants with him.
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