The Story of England by Robert Manning of Brunne, A.D. 1338. Edited from mss. at Lambeth Palace and the Inner Temple, by Frederick J. Furnivall |
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De Visione Bruty.
Brutus hym þoughte, when he was leyd,
Diane com to hym & seyd:
“Ouer ffrance, toward þe west,
“Is an Ilde, on of þe best;
“ffol lykynge ys þer wonyng,
“& plentiuous of ylka þyng;
“ffruit to bere, god ys þat lond;
“Þe Geauntz haue hit now in hond;
“Albion ys now þe name,
“þorow þe schal hit haue oþer fame,
“þer schal þou gynne a newe Troye,
“Til al þy kynde newe ioye,
“& þe kynde þat comes of þe,
“þorow al þe werld worschipd schul be;
“& þat Ilde þou hast of herd,
“Wiþ se on alle halue ys sperd.”
Diane com to hym & seyd:
“Ouer ffrance, toward þe west,
“Is an Ilde, on of þe best;
“ffol lykynge ys þer wonyng,
“& plentiuous of ylka þyng;
“ffruit to bere, god ys þat lond;
“Þe Geauntz haue hit now in hond;
“Albion ys now þe name,
“þorow þe schal hit haue oþer fame,
“þer schal þou gynne a newe Troye,
“Til al þy kynde newe ioye,
“& þe kynde þat comes of þe,
“þorow al þe werld worschipd schul be;
“& þat Ilde þou hast of herd,
“Wiþ se on alle halue ys sperd.”
Brutus ros, & vp hym set,
He þoughte on hys drem þat he met,
& þanked Dyane hure gode wille;
And ȝyf scheo myghte his drem fu[l]fulle,
þat he myghte þat Ilde take,
In hure name he scholde do make
A temple god, an ymage hende,
& worschipe hit til his lyues ende.
He telde his drem sire Gerion,
& til þise oþer twelue ylkon.
So glad þey were, forth þey ȝode
Til þer schipes þat were on flode;
þeir seilles drowe þey right on hey,
Byfore þe wynd faste þey fley;
Vmwhile west, vmwhile est,
þer schipes driuen in many tempest;
What wyþ wele, what wiþ wo,
þe þrittyþe day, lesse ne mo,
In-to þe se of Aufryke
þey comen, & passed a gret stryke,
A low water of Salynes,
& oþer Loughes of Phylestynes,
þe grete Lough of Rusticiadan,
Bitwyxte þe hilles of Dazaran,
Þey mette robbours of outlandes;
þorow þem þey passed wyþ dint of handes,
ffor þey gon hem faste for to assaille;
þe Trogens passede al þeir bataille,
And tok þer vitaille ylk a del
þat þey were stored of so wel.
Þey passede þe water of Maluan,
& aryuede y þe lond of Maurytan,
Þer þey come vnto þe lond,
& tok þe vitaille þat þey fond.
ffro þat o se vntil þat oþer
þey robbede alle on & oþer;
þey charget al þat þey myght lede,
Set vp þer sayl, & forþ þey ȝede.
He þoughte on hys drem þat he met,
& þanked Dyane hure gode wille;
And ȝyf scheo myghte his drem fu[l]fulle,
þat he myghte þat Ilde take,
In hure name he scholde do make
A temple god, an ymage hende,
& worschipe hit til his lyues ende.
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& til þise oþer twelue ylkon.
So glad þey were, forth þey ȝode
Til þer schipes þat were on flode;
þeir seilles drowe þey right on hey,
Byfore þe wynd faste þey fley;
Vmwhile west, vmwhile est,
þer schipes driuen in many tempest;
What wyþ wele, what wiþ wo,
þe þrittyþe day, lesse ne mo,
In-to þe se of Aufryke
þey comen, & passed a gret stryke,
A low water of Salynes,
& oþer Loughes of Phylestynes,
þe grete Lough of Rusticiadan,
Bitwyxte þe hilles of Dazaran,
Þey mette robbours of outlandes;
þorow þem þey passed wyþ dint of handes,
ffor þey gon hem faste for to assaille;
þe Trogens passede al þeir bataille,
And tok þer vitaille ylk a del
þat þey were stored of so wel.
Þey passede þe water of Maluan,
& aryuede y þe lond of Maurytan,
Þer þey come vnto þe lond,
& tok þe vitaille þat þey fond.
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þey robbede alle on & oþer;
þey charget al þat þey myght lede,
Set vp þer sayl, & forþ þey ȝede.
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