The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun printed on parallel pages from the Cottonian and Wemyss mss., with the variants of the other texts: Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by F. J. Amours |
 | II, III, IV, V, VI. |
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In þis ilk tyme in Rome þai fand
A body of a dede gyand;
Fra heid to feit þare þai him met,
Gif he on fut had bene set,
Like it wes at he had bene
Hieare þan þe wallis were sene
Off Rome, or of ony cete,
That hieast þan mycht funding be.
A wound wes seyne in till his syde
Off foure fut lenth, and mare þat tyde;
And in his graif wes sergis twa
Birnand cleire, and ane of thai
Wes brycht birnand at his heid,
The toþer at his feit wes levid,
In evinlik licht birnand cleire,
That mycht be slokinnit on na manere,
Be watter na be wyndis blast;
Bot gif a man wald in þaim thrast
A scharp brod, or þan wald stik
In ilk sergis a scharp prik,
Quhare þe aire mycht haif entre,
Sa sloknyt mycht þai serges be.
His epithaphy till reherss
Wes writtin outwith him in to verss:
Filius Evandri Pallas quem lancea Turni
Militis occidit more suo iacet hic.
This gyant in till his tyme was
Be commone name callit Pallas.
Turnus, þe sone of Ewander,
Befor had slane him with a spere,
And with oþer feill wappinnis seire;
In to þis graif he lyis heire.
A body of a dede gyand;
Fra heid to feit þare þai him met,
Gif he on fut had bene set,
Like it wes at he had bene
Hieare þan þe wallis were sene
Off Rome, or of ony cete,
That hieast þan mycht funding be.
A wound wes seyne in till his syde
Off foure fut lenth, and mare þat tyde;
And in his graif wes sergis twa
Birnand cleire, and ane of thai
Wes brycht birnand at his heid,
The toþer at his feit wes levid,
In evinlik licht birnand cleire,
That mycht be slokinnit on na manere,
Be watter na be wyndis blast;
Bot gif a man wald in þaim thrast
A scharp brod, or þan wald stik
In ilk sergis a scharp prik,
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Sa sloknyt mycht þai serges be.
His epithaphy till reherss
Wes writtin outwith him in to verss:
Filius Evandri Pallas quem lancea Turni
Militis occidit more suo iacet hic.
This gyant in till his tyme was
Be commone name callit Pallas.
Turnus, þe sone of Ewander,
Befor had slane him with a spere,
And with oþer feill wappinnis seire;
In to þis graif he lyis heire.
In Apuly as of a man
A mekle ymage wes sene þan
Off marbill; bot a cerkill was
Seyne apperand as of brass,
And writtin it wes all about
That cerkill þan red þai but dout:
“The Kalendis of May þe sone rysand,
My heid salbe of gold gletand.”
Sa were þare þan a Saraȝene,
That lang tyme presonere had bene,
That tuke sic consait of þis writt
That he thocht help to get of it.
Sa waitit he the formest day,
At þe sone rysing, of Maii,
The hede he brak of þat ymage,
And þar of wan he sic a wage
That he gat gold in sic fusioun
That it payit out all his ransoun,
And maid of þe laif gouernall
Till him and his perpetuall.
A mekle ymage wes sene þan
Off marbill; bot a cerkill was
Seyne apperand as of brass,
And writtin it wes all about
That cerkill þan red þai but dout:
“The Kalendis of May þe sone rysand,
My heid salbe of gold gletand.”
Sa were þare þan a Saraȝene,
That lang tyme presonere had bene,
That tuke sic consait of þis writt
That he thocht help to get of it.
Sa waitit he the formest day,
At þe sone rysing, of Maii,
The hede he brak of þat ymage,
And þar of wan he sic a wage
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That it payit out all his ransoun,
And maid of þe laif gouernall
Till him and his perpetuall.
In till þis ilk tyme in till France
Till a lord hapnyt a fell chance:
As he wes sittand at his meit,
With myiss he wes sa vmbeset
That nouþer for him na his menȝe
He mycht on na wyss get saufte,
Nouþer for styngis na for stanys,
Than þai cleiffit fast on his banys;
Na for na wappinnis þat men mycht get
Thai mycht nocht þai myiss fra him set;
Be schip na bait, na ȝit galay,
Mycht þai nocht sauf him be na way;
Nouþer be se, na ȝit be land,
Mycht nocht þis lord him self warand.
Than, bot ony manere of remeid,
Thire myse put þis lord to deid.
Till a lord hapnyt a fell chance:
As he wes sittand at his meit,
With myiss he wes sa vmbeset
That nouþer for him na his menȝe
He mycht on na wyss get saufte,
Nouþer for styngis na for stanys,
Than þai cleiffit fast on his banys;
Na for na wappinnis þat men mycht get
Thai mycht nocht þai myiss fra him set;
Be schip na bait, na ȝit galay,
Mycht þai nocht sauf him be na way;
Nouþer be se, na ȝit be land,
Mycht nocht þis lord him self warand.
Than, bot ony manere of remeid,
Thire myse put þis lord to deid.
The auchtand and þe nynt Benet
In Rome held þan þe papis state.
In Scotland Malice, a wiss man,
Off Sanct Androis wes bischop þan
Viii. winter; and quhen þat he
Wes dede, þan Kellagh tuke þat stede and se,
And held it xx. ȝeris and five.
The secund Kellagh in his live
Wes callit; and quhen dede wes he
The secund Malice tuke þat se.
Till him succedit Schir Malmore.
Off þire is gud till haue memore.
In Rome held þan þe papis state.
In Scotland Malice, a wiss man,
Off Sanct Androis wes bischop þan
Viii. winter; and quhen þat he
Wes dede, þan Kellagh tuke þat stede and se,
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The secund Kellagh in his live
Wes callit; and quhen dede wes he
The secund Malice tuke þat se.
Till him succedit Schir Malmore.
Off þire is gud till haue memore.
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