Suche as he brewythe feche fchatt he drenke, He fchaft be bette pt he fchaft ftynke, 3efe any fayr word may vs gayn, Key, let be thy boftfull fare, Thow goft a-bout to warke care, I fay, fo haue I helle ! I wolf pray be good lorde, as I yow faye, And of met & melle." On her way faft they rode, At pe caftell-zat þey a-bode, He axid what they wolde; The fayd Gawen curttefly, "We be-feche pe lorde of herbory, The good lorde of pis holde." The portt anfwerd he a-gayn, "Your" meffage wold I do futt fayn, [fol. 17.] And 3e have harme, panke hyt not me; 3e be fo fayr, lyme and lythe, And p to cōly, glad per wtt, That cemely hyt ys to fee. 1 dedayn? Je schappyth notte wit out a wellony, Truly trow ze mee; Me rewyth for ze came þis waye, ar9 And ar ze go fo woll ze fay, But zefe mor grace be." "Portt"," fayde Key, "let be thy care, Thow jappyft, as I wene ; But þu woll on our meffage' gon, The kyng9 keyis woll we tane, The portt went in to be hatt, [fol. 17b.] Wtt his lord he mett wtt all, That hardy was & bolde ;— "Carl of Carllhyll, gode loke pe! A befchope, & no mor men, The fayd pe Carle, be fent Myghett, Whe they came be-for? pat fyr, They fond iiij. whelp lay about his fyer", A wyld bole, & a fellon boor 1 mffage, MS. 195 200 205 210 215 220 225 [fol. 18.] Ther of they had grete ferly. A-bout pe Carll kne; They rofe, & came pe knytt9 a-gayn, And fon pi wold be haue fleyfi, The Carle bade he let bee. 230 "Ly doun," he fayd, "my whelpys four"," 235 And glowyd as a glede ; The ber to ramy, pe boole to groun, The bor he whett his tofkos foun, Faft and pat good fpede. The fayd pe Carle, "ly ftyle, hardyñ !" They felt a-doun for fer of hyme, So for þey gan hyme drede; For a word pe Carle gan fay, As brod as anny fane; Betwen his fchuldors, whos ryžt că rede, He was ij. tayllors 3ard brede, Syr Key merweld gretly þañ. [fol. 18b.] Ix. taylloris zerd he was hyzthet, And p to legg longe and wyɔ̃tht, Or ell wondor hit wer; Ther was no poft in þt hall, Grettyft growand of hem alt, 240 245 250 255 260 But his peys wer" bycker". His arm wer9 gret, wtt outyn lefe, 265 As any lege pt we ber"; Whos ftond a stroke of his honde, He was not wecke, I vndur-ftond, Then fyr G. be-gan to cnele, The Carle fayd he myŝt be knyzt wylle, And bad hyme ftond vpe a-non; For her no cortteffy þu schalt have, He bad brynge wyn, in gold fo der',' As any foun hit fchon. [fol. 19.] iiij. gallons held a cop, and more, "What schaft þis lytyll cope douñ? Whe I fytt by pe fyr on hy, 270 275 280 285 290 295 To fe her hors ftond. Corne and hey pi had reydy, A lyttyll folle ftod hem bye, Wtt her hors faft ettand; The beffchope put pe fole a-way, "Thow schalt not be fellow wtt1 my palfray, [fol.19b.] The Carll þẽ cam wtt a gret spede, And askyde "who hathe don pis dede?" And hit fchatt be fett wytterly." He 3afe pe beffchope a boffett po, In fonynge gan he lyze ; "Euyll tavit knytt," pe Carl gan fey, "I fchaft teche pe or pu wend a-way, [fol. 20.] Sum of my cortteffye." The þey a-rofe, and went to halt, The befchope, and f Key wtt all, 300 305 310 315 320 325 330 |