V. THE LEGEND OF KING ARTHUR.
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We have here a short summary of K. Arthur's History as
given by Jeff. of Monmouth and the old chronicles, with
the addition of a few circumstances from the romance Morte
Arthur.—The ancient chronicle of Ger. de Leew, (quoted
above in p. 28.) seems to have been chiefly followed: upon
the authority of which we have restored some of the
names which were corrupted in the MS. and have transposed
one stanza, which appeared to be misplaced. [viz. that
beginning at v. 49. which in the MS. followed v. 36.]
Printed from the Editor's ancient manuscript.
Of Brutus' blood, in Brittaine borne,
King Arthur I am to name;
Through Christendome, and Heathynesse,
Well knowne is my worthy fame.
In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;
I am a christyan bore:
The Father, Sone, and Holy Gost
One God, I doe adore.
In the four hundred ninetieth yeere,
Ore Brittaine I did rayne,
After my savior Christ his byrth:
What time I did maintaine
The fellowshipp of the table round,
Soe famous in those dayes;
Whereatt a hundred noble knights,
And thirty sate alwayes:
Who for their deeds and martiall feates,
As bookes done yett record,
Amongst all other nations
Wer feared through the world.
And in the castle off Tyntagill
King Uther mee begate
Of Agyana a bewtyous ladye,
And come of his estate.
And when I was fifteen yeeres old,
Then was I crowned kinge:
All Brittaine that was att an upròre,
I did to quiett bringe.
And drove the Saxons from the realme,
Who had opprest this land;
All Scotland then throughe manly feates
I conquered with my hand.
Ireland, Denmarke, ‘and’ Norwaye,
These countryes wan I all;
Iseland, Gotheland, and Swetheland;
I made their kings my thrall.
I conquered all Gallya,
That now is called France;
And slew the hardye Froll in feild
My honor to advance.
And the ugly gyant Dynabus
Soe terrible to vewe,
That in Saint Barnards mount did lye,
By force of armes I slew:
And Lucyus the emperour of Rome
I brought to deadly wracke;
And a thousand more of noble knightes
For feare did turne their backe:
Five kinges of paynims I did kill
Amidst that bloody strife;
Besides the Roman emperour
Who alsoe lost his life.
Whose carcasse I did send to Rome
Cladd poorlye on a beere;
And afterward I past Mount-joye
The next approaching yeere.
Then I came to Rome, where I was mett
Right as a conquerour,
And by all the cardinalls solempnelye
I was crowned an emperour.
One winter there I made abode:
Then word to mee was brought
Howe Mordred had oppresst the crowne:
What treason he had wrought,
At home in Brittaine with my queene;
Therefore I came with speede
To Brittaine backe, with all my power,
To quitt that traiterous deede:
And soone at Sandwiche I arrivde,
Where Mordred me withstoode:
But yett at last I landed there,
With effusion of much blood.
For there my nephew sir Gawaine dyed,
Being wounded in that sore,
The whiche sir Lancelot in fight
Had given him before.
Thence chased I Mordered away,
Who fledd to London ryght,
From London to Winchester, and
To Cornewalle tooke his flyght.
And still I him pursued with speede
Till at the last we mett:
Wherby an appointed day of fight
Was there agreede and sett.
Where we did fight, of mortal life
Eche other to deprive,
Till of a hundred thousand men
Scarce one was left a live.
There all the noble chivalrye
Of Brittaine tooke their end.
O see how fickle is their state
That doe on fates depend!
There all the traiterous men were slaine
Not one escapte away;
And there dyed all my vallyant knightes.
Alas! that woefull day!
Two and twenty yeere I ware the crowne
In honor and great fame;
And thus by death was suddenlye
Deprived of the same.
