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The Life of St. George

By Alexander Barclay: Edited by William Nelson

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Howe the virgyne was conueyed agayne into the Cyte / & what ioye was amonge all the Comons for deth of this monstre: And howe ioyfull the kynge and quene were for preseruacyon of theyr doughter. Capitulum. x.

Nowe lyeth this monstre: displayed on the grounde
Stryuynge with deth / hyr cruell yre put by
She pantyd for payne / of the sayd mortall wounde
Stretchynge hyr lymmes / vpon the grauell drye
The people standynge / vpon the wallys hye
Within the cyte: and also they without
Behelde the syght: with ioyfull crye and shout.
A crye arose farre / from the cyte wall
In wordes confusyd: and gladnes of langage
In mynde they ioyed: theyr hertes lyghtyd all
Seynge them self / escapyd this bondage
The kynge and quene: forgate theyr feble age
After that to them / recountyd was this case
They ran to the wallys / nere rauysshyd by solace.
With parfyte ioye / theyr hertes were persyd depe
That gladnes nere: had them bereft theyr mynde
That sodayne solace: constrayned them to wepe
Anone for pyte: as nature wolde and kynde /
They bad their / seruaunts / theyr doughter soone vnbynde
Trustynge hyr sorowe: hyr fere and mortall payne
Shuld than be tournyd / to myrth and ioy agayne.

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Unto the virgyne / the seruaunts hastyd nere
Hyr cruell bondes / they sped them to vndo
All pale and dede / was the good virgyns chere
Hyr lyfe nere gone: faynt drede had made hyr so
But they echone / gaue confort in hyr wo
And led hyr home: theyr hertes glad and lyght
The kynge and quene / to confort with hyr syght.
What tyme the virgyn / within the towne was brought
The comons stryuyd: who first hyr face myght se
They compassyd hyr / astonyed in theyr thought
For this sodayne chaunce / in suche extremyte
The kynge and quene / were mouyd with pyte
And tender affect / hauynge no worde to say
By inwarde ioye / theyr speche was taken away.
They had no wordes / egall or semblable
For to pronounce / with langage euydent
Suche inwarde myrth / and ioy instymable
They wept for ioy / to se that innocent
Escapyd from suche / vnworthy punysshment
Theyr iyen were fyxed / hole in the virgyns face
Theyr armys spred / theyr doughter to inbrace.
And lyke as dome men / depryued of langage
Usyth by sygnes / theyr myndes to expres
Or lyke yonge chyldren / or babes within age
Make sygnes / and tokyns / of vnparfytenes
Ryght so for ioy: the kynge and quene doutles
No worde coude speke: for gladnes of theyr mynde
That ioy almoste / bereft theyr lyuely wynde.

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Also the straungers / sore wondred of that chaunce
All laudyd the knyghtes: myght and audacyte
Prayinge theyr goddes / his honour to auaunce
For his preseruyng / of chaste virginite
All that were present / both states and comonte
Of fayre Ixion: recountyd the hystory
By Hercoles red / from peryll semblably.
Some sayd it was / no dede of man mortall
But some god in lykenes / of mortall creature
As Hercules: Castor / or Pallas marcyall
Or Mars hym self: they thought that it was sure
But after the quene: hyr spirites coude recure
She kyssyd and inbracyd: full tenderly the mayde
And moche louyngly: to hyr these wordes sayde.
Welcome to me / the confort of my lyfe
Welcome releas / of all my care and payne
My ioy / and socour / of all my thought pensyfe
Welcome vnto thy / dere fader and me agayne
O goddys gydynge: all besynes mundayne
Of you can I aske / no more prosperyte
Saue that ye nowe / haue grauntyd vnto me.
Nowe were I glad / to leue this mortall lyfe
Than shulde I dye / fulfylled with gladnes
For better is to dye: from worldly payne and stryfe
Than chaunge confort: for payne and heuynes
My ioy my iewell: my confort of distres
Nowe is my trust: hereafter in thy lynage
Shall rest the confort / of our olde feble age.

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With suche wordes / the quene full tenderly
Spake to hyr doughter / in maner confortable
And all the comons / lyke wyse full louyngly
Chered the virgyne: in mauer honourable
But whyle they talkyd / in wordes varyable
The noble knyght / vnto the sounde drewe nere
And thus wyse sayd: so lowde that all myght here.