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"A! lord, fparis of fic fpeche, quhill ye fpeir more,
Spekis na fucceudry, for Criftis fone deir !
Yone knicht to scar wt1 skaitht, ye chaip nocht but scorne.
It is full fair for to be fallow and feir
To the best that has bene brevit' you beforne;
The myghty king of Maffidone, wourthiest but wene,
Thair gat he nane homage,
For all his hie parage,
Of lord of yone lynage,
Nor neuer none fene.
"The wy that wendis for to were, quhen he wenys best, All his will in this warld, with welthis, I wys,
Yit fall be licht as leif of the lynd left,
That weltere doun with the wynd, fa wauerand it is ;-
As I haue maid myne auow,
Or ellis mony wedou,
Ful wraithly fal weip!"
1 wpt, ed. 2 thee, ed.
3 beevit, ed. 4 he, ed.
5 throu, ed.
Thair wes na man that durft mel to the king,
Quhan' thai faw that mighty sa mouit in his mynde;
And focht to the ciete of Criste, our the salt flude.
Syne bufkit hame the famyne way, that he before yude;
Our the mountains gay*;
Withoutin mare abaid.
To Rome tuke the reddy way,
Thai plantit doun ane pailyeoun, vpone ane plane lee,
With rapis of rede gold, riale to see,
And grete enfenyes of the famyne, femly by ficht;
Betin with brint gold, burely and bricht;
Frenyeis of fyne filk, fretit ful fre,
With deir dyamonthis bedene, pt dayntely wes dicht.
Callit knichtis fa kene,
Dukis douchty bedene,
"I rede we caft ws betuene,
How beft is to done."
1 Quhy, ed.
2 fpeirris, ed.
3 bloukis, ed.
✦ pay, ed.
Than spak ane vight weriour, wourthy and wise,
Of the proudeft in pall, and haldin of prise,
Wife, vailyeing, and moist of valour.
Gif yone douchty in deid wil do your deuise,
Be boune at your bidding, in burgh and in bour,
Reffaue him reuerendly, as refoun in lyis;
And gif he nykis you with nay, yow worthis on neid,
With cant men and cruel,
Durandly for to duel,
Euer quhill ye fpeid."
Than fhir Gauane the gay, grete of degre,
For I knaw yone bauld berne better than ye,
And ye ar thre in this thede, thriuand oft in thrang;
War al your strenthis in ane,
In his grippis and ye gane,
He wald ourcum yow ilkane,
Yone fterne is sa strang.
And he is maid on mold meik as ane child,
Ane' feymly fouerane in sale,
Ane wourthy wy for to wale,
Throu all this varld reche."
"Thi counfale is convenabill, kynd, and courtese, Forthi ws likis thi lair liftin and leir."—
Thai wyis, wourthy in weid, wend on thair ways,
And caryis to the caftell, cumly and cleir;
Sent ane faynd to the fouerane fone, and hym fais,
Thre knichtis fra court cum thay weir.
Than the ledis belife the lokkis vnlaiffis ;
On fute freschly thai frekis foundis, but feir;
The renkis raithly can raik in to the round hald;
Thair met thame at the entre,
Ladys likand to se,
Thretty knichtis and thre,
That blith war and bald.
! Has, ed
Thai war courtes, & couth, thair knyghthed to kyth,
Thai bowit to the bernys, that bright war and blith,
Syne thay fought to the chalmer, swiftly and fwith,
Ane blithar wes neuer borne, of bane nor of blude;
Saluft the fouerane,
Hatles, but hude.
And he inclynand agane,
Than schir Gawayne the gay, gude and gracius,
That euer wes beildit in blis, and bounte embrasit ;
That neuer poynt of his prife wes fundin defafit;
Egir, and ertand, and ryght anterus,
Illuminat vith lawte, and with lufe lafit,
Melis of the message to schir Golagrus ;
Before the riale on raw the renk wes noght rafit;
Gretis the with honour,
His meffage to schaw.
Has maid ws thre as mediatour,