Book XII. forgive all injuries, if you would restore my sister. Ye dishonoured my legate and despised my name. I will not now yield to your demand because of a wild threat. Be it known to Agamemnon and his people that I seek not their peace, but, as mine enemies, that they may perish." (In MS. lines 5048 and 5049 are transposed.) Diomedes laughed (fol. 79 a.) And sent for my Sustor, sothely, to you ; Hit is knowen to your kynges & comyn with all, And with spite in your speche dispiset my name. 5040 Here is plainly no place in pis plit now, I hope the grekes in hor grem shall neuer so gret worthe, To oppresse me with power, ne my plas take, 5044 Ne my godis to gripe agaynes my wille. I will Agamynon hit wete, & his weghes all, 5048 But I wond for my worship as wetheruns shuld And ye, so rebell and roide with your rugh speche, Wynnes yow now wightly for woche of my sight! While I se you in certain I sourde full of yre, 5052 And bolne at þe brest all for bale angre!” 5056 THE WORDES OF DIAMED TO PRIAM, When the worthy hade his wordes warpit to end, pouer; DIOMEDES TO PRIAM. armys, The weghes to wound & warpe vnto dethe. 5064 And if pou sothely of sorow set be so full, ffor two buernes all bare & of body nakyd, I hope your bolnyng with brest, & your brethe leue Toqwhiche pouer, playnly, pou proues no strenght, 5068 Ne no suertie, may saue fro pere sid harmys." Mony knightes in the courte, pat by the kyng stode, Wex wroth at his wordes, walt into yre; Warpit out wordes full swice at the kyng, 5072 And drogh taward Diamede to dere hym anon, ffor to britton pat buerne for his bolde speche. 5080 And pou faithly shall fynd, in a felle haste, THE WORDES OF PRIAM AGAYN. Priam pen presit vp fro his proude sete, Bade hom blym of hor brathe or hor bare lyues, 5076 pat no gome shuld hym greue with no grym 5088 And a wise man witterly his wordes to suffer. So is it wit, a wiseman his wordis to listyn,5084 Laghe at it lightly and let it ouer pas; ffor in speche may men spie the speker to know, Within my courtte, or my cumpany, for 165 any Book XII. And if your sorrow be so full men, I hope breast may save you from the harms of such an army." Enraged by the speech of Diomedes, the knights of the court threaten to kill him. weppon, yre, "A wise man Ne negh hym with noy for noght þat he said. who has done Priam prevents them. I would suffer much before any messenger were injured within my court, or in my company. Book XII. Therefore compose yourselves, and do him no injury." (fol. 79 b.) Eneas, who sat next the king, then angrily said: "Sir King! a You would doon me to death for such bold words; and any o e, except your Majesty, who should dare to speak so, ought to die. I therefore command him to leave this place on pain of his life." ffor lightly a litil thyng, a lose may be tynt, And a fame be defoulede, & fatid for euer; 5092 perfore set you full sone, sober your wille, And non proffer, apon payne, to prese hym no more, 5100 Ne to warpe hym no worde, þat worship may hyndur." ben set pai sone, as said hom the kyng. THE WORDES OF ENEAS TO DIAMEDE. 5096 And Eneas efterward etlid to say, bat sete by the souerayne, non sothely betwene, But wo vnwisely with wordis walis his speche, Hit is skille for his skorne, þat he scathe thole, 5104 And not cherist, but chastist, by charge of his foly. I might sothely so say, here syttyng yow by, hat ye wold deme to dethe for my derfe wordes, pat right wold & reason by rewle of my-seluyn. 5108 And, saue your magiste so mykell, þat men will obey, He, þat warpes thies wordes in his wild foly, Shuld degh, for his'derfenes, by domys of right; hat so dispitously hath spoken in spit of your person, 5112 And meuyt your magesty with his mad wordes, With presumpcoun & prise of his proude hert. 5116 And pas fro this place o payn of his lyfe. If he faine will foly for a fyn wit, And gyrt on no grete wordis to greue vs no more." 5120 DIOMEDES TO AENEAS. 5136 TH[E] ONSWARE OF DIAMEDE TO ENEAS. Then Dyamed, the derfe kyng, withoutyn dyn said: "You, frynde, with pi fare, what freike so pou be, “Friend, I desire to thank hat I may fynd þe before pi frendship to ponke, 5124 And mede the after mesure of þi meke wille, To thanke the of þi thret and pi pro wordis. Now I se well, for-sothe, sely is the kyng, bat kepis the for counsell clene for hym seluyn, silly, who keeps (fol. 80 a.) I see now plainly, that the king is 5128 þat well con his worship wisshe hym to saue, you as a And rede hym to redurs, pat rixles to shame!" The derfe wordis of Diamede dullit with speche; 5132 And wysely he waynet all his wild yre, To prevent strife, þat he nomore in pe mater shuld mene at pat addressed the king. 167 5140 Gone to pe grekes in a grete hast; Lighten at pere logges, leuyn þere horses, The purpas of Priam tho prinses vntill. Thai hade meruell full mekyll in hor mynd all, 5148 Of his authwart onswares, þat hym arghet no Book XII. tyme. "We clearly And to Priam [the] price kyng prestly he said: (MS. has "to") your answer, and more. Then po Kynges in counsell castyn hom anon, Ulysses and Diomedes ride with all haste to the tent of Agamemnon and report the answer of Priam. The council determine to prosecute the war. (fol. 80 b.) While the Greeks Agamemnon thus addressed the leaders: "Noble sirs! First of all, we must have food for our soldiers; and to supply Therefore, let us 168 xiij Boke. How the Grekys sent Achilles and Thelefon for vitaill for the Ost into Messam. 5152 KYNGYS and knyghtes and other kyde Dukes, All the souerayns hade selly, as I said ere, Of priam, the price Kyng, þat prudly hade saide. Than gedrit were the grekes on a ground faire, 5156 Besyde tenydon truly, to talke of hor dedis. Ordant by the emperour opunly to holde A counsell in the case, with knowyng to all, And procede on hor purpos, as prise men of wer. When the souerayns assemblit were, as I said first, Agamynon, the gouernour, graithit hym to speike, To po worthy thiez wordis warpit anone :— "Noble sirs, in this note hit nedis vs to haue 5164 ffode till our folke, the formast of other, bat no hongur vs happyn to harme in our werre, While our buernes in batell abiden here stille : hat we faint not in fight, ne feble of strenght. 5168 And mykyll is the mete so mony bus haue, If we shall proffet with proues, or any fose wyn: ffor pere as failes the fode, faint is the pepull; And pere hongur is hote, hertis ben febill. 5172 perfore, highly in hast, I hold for pe best, 5160 |