Havelok the Dane (Legendary character) -- Romances
[Sidenote: His name was Athelwold.]
¶ Þe ki{n}g was hoten aþelwold,
Of word, of wepne he was bold;
In engeland was neure knicth, 108
Þat bet{er}e hel þe lond to ricth.
[Sidenote: He had but a young daughter to succeed him.]
Of his bodi ne hauede he eyr
Bute a mayden swiþe fayr,
Þat was so yung þat sho ne couþe 112
Gon on fote, ne speke wit mouþe.
Þan him tok an iuel strong,
Þat he we[l] wiste, and under-fong,
[Sidenote: He feels he is dying, and says, “I am in trouble
about her.]
Þat his deth was come{n} him on: 116
And seyde, “c{ri}st, wat shal y don!
Louerd, wat shal me to rede!
I woth ful wel ich haue mi mede.
W shal nou mi douhter fare? 120
Of hire haue ich michel kare;
Sho is mikel in mi þouth,
Of me self is me rith nowt.
No selcouth is, þou me be wo; 124
Sho ne ka{n} speke, ne sho kan go.
[Sidenote: Were she but of age, I would not care for myself.”]
Yif scho couþe on horse ride,
And a thousa{n}de me{n} bi hire syde;
And sho were com{en} intil helde, 128
And engelond sho couþe welde;
And don hem of þar hire were q{ue}me,
An hire bodi couþe yeme;
No wolde me neu{er}e iuele like 132
Me þou ich were i{n} heuene-riche!”
[Headnote: HE SUMMONS HIS LORDS TO WINCHESTER.]
+Qua{n}ne he hauede þis plei{n}te maked,
Þer-after stro{n}glike [he] quaked.
He sende writes sone on-on 136
[Sidenote: [Fol. 204b, col. 2.]]
After his erles eu{er}e-ich on;
[Sidenote: He summons his lords, from Roxburgh to Dover.]
And after hise baru{n}s, riche and poure,
Fro rokesburw al i{n}to douere,
That he shulde{n} comen swiþe 140
Til him, that was ful vnbliþe;
To þat stede þe[r] he lay,
In harde bondes, nicth and day.
He was so faste wit yuel fest, 144
Þat he ne mouthe haue{n} no rest;
[Sidenote: He can no longer eat.]
He ne mouthe no mete hete,
Ne he ne mouchte no lyþe gete;
Ne non of his iuel þat couþe red; 148
Of him ne was nouth bute{n} ded.
[Sidenote: All sadly obey his summons.]
+Alle þat the writes herden,
Sorful an sori til him ferde{n};
He wru{n}gen ho{n}des, and wepe{n} sore, 152
And yerne preyde{n} cristes hore,
Þat he [wolde] t{ur}nen him
Vt of þat yuel þat was so grim!
Þa{n}ne he weren comen alle 156
[Sidenote: They come to Winchester.]
Bifor þe king i{n}to the halle,
At wi{n}chestre þer he lay:
“Welcome,” he seyde, “be ye ay!
Ful michel þank[e] kan [y] yow 160
That ye aren come{n} to me now!”
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