 | Joseph of Arimathie |  |
Þe stiward of Eualak in þe stour lafte,
lai streiht on þe feld striken to þe eorþe.
lai streiht on þe feld striken to þe eorþe.
Now Eualac and tholomer twies han a-semblet;
Seraphe takes of heore men wel a two hundred,
to wende to a Roche was faste bi-syde.
Hedde þei geten þat holt for certeyne soþe,
þei mihten haue do muche harm er þei han hem mihte.
Seraphe takes of heore men wel a two hundred,
to wende to a Roche was faste bi-syde.
Hedde þei geten þat holt for certeyne soþe,
þei mihten haue do muche harm er þei han hem mihte.
þenne com on wiþ a tale and Tholomer he telles,
And seis him hou Seraphe has his men serued;
His broþer and a batayle weore bosket bi-sydes,
And he sende him word he scholde þider seche,
And þei come swiftly vppon and swengeden to-gedere.
And seis him hou Seraphe has his men serued;
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And he sende him word he scholde þider seche,
And þei come swiftly vppon and swengeden to-gedere.
Seraphe was of hem wel war and faste hem a-scries;
He mette a gome on an hors with a gret route,
He hente vp his hachet and huttes him euene,
Al to-hurles þe helm and þe hed vnder.
wiþ þe deþ in his hals dounward he duppes,
and þat deruede hem muche on þat oþer syde,
for þe kyng Tholomer was treweli his broþer.
He mette a gome on an hors with a gret route,
He hente vp his hachet and huttes him euene,
Al to-hurles þe helm and þe hed vnder.
wiþ þe deþ in his hals dounward he duppes,
and þat deruede hem muche on þat oþer syde,
for þe kyng Tholomer was treweli his broþer.
þen Seraphe fondes in he and fourti knihtes,
þer þe batayle was stiffest and of more strengþe.
þenne þei fullen for grame to Seraphe knihtes;
þei han laft him a-lyue but vnneþe seuene.
Sikerli þe seuene weore slayen at þe laste,
Him wondet þer-wiþ and wemmet so sore,
þat he was in swounynge and fel to þe grounde.
þei han laft him a-lyue but vnneþe seuene.
Sikerli þe seuene weore slayen at þe laste,
Him wondet þer-wiþ and wemmet so sore,
þat he was in swounynge and fel to þe grounde.
Sone þenne he starte vp and streiȝte to his hache,
culles on mennes hedes þat þei doun lyen,
Siþen cacches his hors and a-wei wendes.
Bote euer-more Seraphe askes and cries,
“where was Eualac?” þe stour was so þikke.
culles on mennes hedes þat þei doun lyen,
Siþen cacches his hors and a-wei wendes.
Bote euer-more Seraphe askes and cries,
“where was Eualac?” þe stour was so þikke.
wel a fyue þousend men of tholomeres halue
weore bytwene hem two þat to him he ne mihte,
And he nedde bote fourti men folewynde his brydel.
And þei were weri of-fouȝten and feor ouer-charged,
Of þe peple afurst and þe pres after;
luyte wonder hit was so þey wrouȝt haden.
weore bytwene hem two þat to him he ne mihte,
And he nedde bote fourti men folewynde his brydel.
And þei were weri of-fouȝten and feor ouer-charged,
Of þe peple afurst and þe pres after;
luyte wonder hit was so þey wrouȝt haden.
| Joseph of Arimathie | |