 | Guy of Warwick |  |
Wiþ þat stirt forþ anon riȝt
Otus cossyn, an vnwrast kniȝt.
Gij bi his mantel he drouȝ so,
Þat þe tassels brosten ato.
Þan seyd a Tya[y]s to a Lombard:
‘Now is Gij of Warwike a couward.
Lo, now he no haþ no miȝt:
Lorn he haþ contenaunce, apliȝt.’
Wiþ þat þai speken hem þus bitven,
Gij seye it miȝt no noþer ben:
To him þat him held turned he,
And ȝaf him swiche benedicite,
Þat he brak his nek ato.
Alle þe oþer on him þresten þo.
Þe mantel þat he had opon
To cloutes it was drawen anon,
So þat ichon oway bar
An pece of his mantel þar.
Gij werd him fast in þat sturbing:
Now helpe him Iesu heuen king.
Smer[t]liche þai gun him asaily:
He werd him as a kniȝt hardy,
So þat he neyȝed his stede;
For to him he hadde nede.
Wiþouten stirop he lepe þer-on:
Mani on he made þat liif forgon.
Otus cossyn, an vnwrast kniȝt.
Gij bi his mantel he drouȝ so,
Þat þe tassels brosten ato.
Þan seyd a Tya[y]s to a Lombard:
‘Now is Gij of Warwike a couward.
Lo, now he no haþ no miȝt:
Lorn he haþ contenaunce, apliȝt.’
Wiþ þat þai speken hem þus bitven,
Gij seye it miȝt no noþer ben:
To him þat him held turned he,
And ȝaf him swiche benedicite,
Þat he brak his nek ato.
Alle þe oþer on him þresten þo.
Þe mantel þat he had opon
To cloutes it was drawen anon,
So þat ichon oway bar
An pece of his mantel þar.
Gij werd him fast in þat sturbing:
Now helpe him Iesu heuen king.
Smer[t]liche þai gun him asaily:
He werd him as a kniȝt hardy,
So þat he neyȝed his stede;
For to him he hadde nede.
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Mani on he made þat liif forgon.
| Guy of Warwick | |