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How dacyan herynge / the woundys of saynt George helyd agayne supposyd that it had ben don by inchauntement And callyd to hym an Inchauntour namyd thamyr desyrynge hym to proue saynt George in the same faculte. Capitulum. xx.
Nowe had clere phebus / chasyd the nyght away
the rody mornynge / began / the erth to chere
Eche byrde salutyd / the spryngynge of the day
With sundry songe / vttred in tunes clere
The lampe of phebus / at laste dyd hole apere
Lyghtnynge the grounde / with beamys radyant
The floures smellyd / fresshe lusty and fragrant
the rody mornynge / began / the erth to chere
Eche byrde salutyd / the spryngynge of the day
With sundry songe / vttred in tunes clere
The lampe of phebus / at laste dyd hole apere
Lyghtnynge the grounde / with beamys radyant
The floures smellyd / fresshe lusty and fragrant
Eche man arose / constrayned by the lyght
So dyd the Iayler / which had the custody
Of the foule pryson / and of the noble knyght
Unto the dungyon / he sped hym hastely
In mynde supposynge / both sure & stedfastly
Within the pryson / hym dede for to haue founde
Where he at last / sawe hym both hole and sounde
So dyd the Iayler / which had the custody
Of the foule pryson / and of the noble knyght
Unto the dungyon / he sped hym hastely
In mynde supposynge / both sure & stedfastly
Within the pryson / hym dede for to haue founde
Where he at last / sawe hym both hole and sounde
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The knyght was lowse / the pryson clere and lyght
These thynges sene / confoundyd sore his brayne
Unto the iudge / he ran with all his myght
And tolde howe the knyght / was hole & sounde agayne
Dacyan abasshyd / and sayd than is he playne
A great inchauntour / for by inchauntement
Hath he thus helyd / his woundys vyolent
These thynges sene / confoundyd sore his brayne
Unto the iudge / he ran with all his myght
And tolde howe the knyght / was hole & sounde agayne
Dacyan abasshyd / and sayd than is he playne
A great inchauntour / for by inchauntement
Hath he thus helyd / his woundys vyolent
Than was one callyd / Thamyr by his name
Most sure inchauntour / of all the hole cyte
Amonge those wretchys / a man of noble fame
For excellence / of that cursyd faculte
He was engendred / as semyd his degre
Bytwene the mother / and hyr son naturall
In persy londe / so most inchauntours all
Most sure inchauntour / of all the hole cyte
Amonge those wretchys / a man of noble fame
For excellence / of that cursyd faculte
He was engendred / as semyd his degre
Bytwene the mother / and hyr son naturall
In persy londe / so most inchauntours all
The tyrant dacyan / for this inchauntour sent
Without prolongynge / he cam to his presence
Anon the tyrant / than spake thus his intent
Thou knowyst thamyr / the pryde and insolence
Of cristen people / defendynge theyr offence
And by what mean / theyr lawes they meytayne
At vs and our goddys / hauynge extreme dysdayne
Without prolongynge / he cam to his presence
Anon the tyrant / than spake thus his intent
Thou knowyst thamyr / the pryde and insolence
Of cristen people / defendynge theyr offence
And by what mean / theyr lawes they meytayne
At vs and our goddys / hauynge extreme dysdayne
Our double academy / by them is set as nought
And all our lawes / by them dyspysed clene
They boste them selfe / on cryst / and say he bought
Them with his blode / I wot nat what they mean
They say that they / great god in heuyn haue sene
Amonge the aungelles / in his resplendant trone
And that they haue spokyn / with aungels many one
And all our lawes / by them dyspysed clene
They boste them selfe / on cryst / and say he bought
Them with his blode / I wot nat what they mean
They say that they / great god in heuyn haue sene
Amonge the aungelles / in his resplendant trone
And that they haue spokyn / with aungels many one
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These ar but fables / as I suppose in mynde
And bostyng wordys / of wretches impotent
By theyr beleue / supposynge vs to blynde
But one I haue / moste bolde and excellent
Whiche may be mayster / of all inchauntement
Which was in pryson / woundyd with mortall payne
But by hys crafte / nowe hole is he agayne
And bostyng wordys / of wretches impotent
By theyr beleue / supposynge vs to blynde
But one I haue / moste bolde and excellent
Whiche may be mayster / of all inchauntement
Which was in pryson / woundyd with mortall payne
But by hys crafte / nowe hole is he agayne
I pray the thamyr / say in this audyence
If thou canst oughte / of this sayde faculte
If thou can hym / ouercom in his scyence
Before this people / great laude shalbe to the
Besyde thy lawde / rewardyd shalt thou be
Than answerd thamyr / what dout is in this case
Sone shall a profe / be sene before thy sace
If thou canst oughte / of this sayde faculte
If thou can hym / ouercom in his scyence
Before this people / great laude shalbe to the
Besyde thy lawde / rewardyd shalt thou be
Than answerd thamyr / what dout is in this case
Sone shall a profe / be sene before thy sace
Call all the comons / the syght for to beholde
For in the case / peryll perceyue I none
If it were nede / I cowde well yf I wolde
Call downe srom heuyn / the sterres euerychone
And make these mountayns / fle eche apart alone
Alonge in the ayre / that cowde I do for nede:
And forge monstyrs / and dragons full of drede
For in the case / peryll perceyue I none
If it were nede / I cowde well yf I wolde
Call downe srom heuyn / the sterres euerychone
And make these mountayns / fle eche apart alone
Alonge in the ayre / that cowde I do for nede:
And forge monstyrs / and dragons full of drede
I cowde fayne warres / and batayls yf me lest
No thynge / in maner / impossyble is to me
I cowde well trowble the sees with tempest
The ayre with stormys / whan it most clere shulde be
I knowe all the poyntys / of this same faculte
The dede shall proue / I well dare hym assay
If he were here he neuer shulde quyte away
No thynge / in maner / impossyble is to me
I cowde well trowble the sees with tempest
The ayre with stormys / whan it most clere shulde be
I knowe all the poyntys / of this same faculte
The dede shall proue / I well dare hym assay
If he were here he neuer shulde quyte away
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The iudges mynde / was fylled with gladnes
He ioyed laughynge / and had great myrth & game
To here these wordys / and suche a great promes
He thought therby / to get hymselfe a name
He bad the people / be present / at the same
In myddes of the towne / that all that syght myght se
The day was set / what tyme thys profe shulde be
He ioyed laughynge / and had great myrth & game
To here these wordys / and suche a great promes
He thought therby / to get hymselfe a name
He bad the people / be present / at the same
In myddes of the towne / that all that syght myght se
The day was set / what tyme thys profe shulde be
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