 | Guy of Warwick |  |
When þemperour herd þo
What þerl Tirri seyd him to,
Wel sori he was, & wroþ þer-fore,
Þat neyȝe he haþ his witt forlore.
Y-sworn he haþ a wel gret oþ
Bi god almiȝti al for-soþ,
Þat neuer bliþe no worþ he,
Al what þat cite y-nomen be,
& þat þe traitours ben y-slawe,
Oþer for-brent, oþer y-flawe.
What þerl Tirri seyd him to,
Wel sori he was, & wroþ þer-fore,
Þat neyȝe he haþ his witt forlore.
Y-sworn he haþ a wel gret oþ
Bi god almiȝti al for-soþ,
Þat neuer bliþe no worþ he,
Al what þat cite y-nomen be,
& þat þe traitours ben y-slawe,
Oþer for-brent, oþer y-flawe.
His heste he dede cri anon,
His men to arme hem euerichon;
His scheltromes anon he diȝt,
& redi þai ben al to fiȝt.
Þe feldes þai ben sone ouer-gon
Þat were þe tounes bisiden on,
Al what hij comen to þe cite.
Gaier þan forþ ȝede he
Wiþ fif hundred armed kniȝtes,
Hardi & wele doand in fiȝtes.
Þo þat weren in þe cite,
On þe Almaynes bihelden he,
& seye þe cuntres & al þe feldes,
Wiþ white hauberkes & wiþ scheldes.
Þe douke him com forþ wiþ þat,
Wele y-armed on stede he sat:
‘Gij,’ he seyd, ‘what schal we do?
Ȝif we go & smite hem to,
Or we gon our walles to were,
Þat þe Almayns ous nouȝt dere?’
His men to arme hem euerichon;
His scheltromes anon he diȝt,
& redi þai ben al to fiȝt.
Þe feldes þai ben sone ouer-gon
Þat were þe tounes bisiden on,
Al what hij comen to þe cite.
Gaier þan forþ ȝede he
Wiþ fif hundred armed kniȝtes,
Hardi & wele doand in fiȝtes.
Þo þat weren in þe cite,
On þe Almaynes bihelden he,
& seye þe cuntres & al þe feldes,
Wiþ white hauberkes & wiþ scheldes.
Þe douke him com forþ wiþ þat,
Wele y-armed on stede he sat:
‘Gij,’ he seyd, ‘what schal we do?
Ȝif we go & smite hem to,
Or we gon our walles to were,
Þat þe Almayns ous nouȝt dere?’
| Guy of Warwick | |