The Romaunce of the Sowdone of Babylone and of Ferumbras His Sone Who Conquerede Rome
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The Romaunce of the Sowdone of Babylone and of Ferumbras His Sone Who Conquerede Rome
Charlemagne, Emperor, 742-814 -- Romances; English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500; Romances, English
“Certes” he saide “I holde the a fole,
But I praye, god sheelde the fro shame.” Oliver rides to the
Forth he rideth in that Forest, forest, and finds
Tille he gan Ferumbras see, 1124 Ferumbras alighted
Where he was ligħt and toke his rest, under a tree, to
His stede renewed til a grene tre. a branch of which
“Sir” he saide “reste thoᶙ wele! his steed was tied.
Kinge Charles sente me hidu[rh]. 1128 “Arise,” he said,
If thou be curteys knighte and lele, “I am come to fight
Rise vp and let vs fight to-geder.” with thee.” [leaf 28]
Ferumbras sate stille and lough, Ferumbras, without
Him liste not to rise oute of the place. 1132 moving, demands his
“My felowe” q«uo»d he “what arte thou? name.
Telle me thy name for goddis grace.”
“Sir” he saide “Generyse, “I am Generys,” says
A yonge knighte late dobbet newe.” 1136 Oliver, “a young
“By Mahounde” q«uo»d he “thou arte not knight lately dubbed.”
wyse,
For thy comyng shaltowe sore rewe.
I holde Charles but a foole Ferumbras observes,
To sende the hide[rh] to me, 1140 “Charles is a fool to
I shall the lerne a newe scole, send thee.
If thoue so hardy to fighte be.
I wende, he wolde haue sende Roulande,
Olyue[rh] and iiij mo Dosyperys, 1144
That hade bene mygħty men of honde
Bataile to a-bide stronge and fiers. Go and tell him to
With the me liste no playe begynne, send me Roland and
Ride agayn̄ and saye him soo! 1148 Oliver, and such four
Of the may I no worshyp«e» wynne, other douzepeers. For
Though I slougħ the and such V mo.” little honour were it
“Howe longe” q«uo»d Olyue[rh] “wiltowe to me to fight with
plete? thee.”
Take thyn̄ armes and come to me, 1152 “Spare thy words,”
And prove þat thou saiest in dede, says Oliver, “and
For boost thou blowest, and þenkes[124]
me.” take thy arms.”
Whan Ferumbras herde him speke so wel,
[p034 OLIVER LAYS HOLD OF THE BOTTLES OF BALM,]
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