THE COKE'S TALE OF GAMELYN. Now lithin and liftinith, and Herkinith you aright, And ye fhullin here me tell You of a doughti knight. Sir Johan of Boundis clepid was This ilke knight'is name; Thre fonnis this knight had, and with His bodi he them wan; The eldest was a moche fhrew, And fonè he began. His brotherin lov'd thir fadir, Th' eldift deferv'd his fadir's curfe, The godè knight his fadir did The godè knight ycarid moch, He hadde ben widè where, but Alle the londe which that he had And fayn he wolde that it were That everich of them had his part Tho fent he into the contrè To helpen dele his londis, and He fent them word by letteris Sone as thofe knightis herden how Tho hadde they no mannir reft Tyll that they comin unto him, Ther as he layd him ftill, Thus then faidin the godè knight, Lordis, I warnè you forfothe, I may not lengir liven herè For thorough Godd'is will fupreme Ther ne was no one of them allc. That thei ne hadde mochil routh, And feidè, Sir, for Godd'is love God may don botè of balè Which that is now ywrought. Then answerid them the gode knight, Sike there as he lay, Bote of balè God may fend, I wote it is no nay. But I befekè you knightis, And, frendis, for the love of God And forgettith not Gamèlyn, Takith hedè unto that one Tho lettin they the knighte liggin Which that was not in hele, And in thei wentin to counfaile His londis for to dele; For to delin them al too on Al the londe which that ther was And letè Gamelyn the yonge And evèrich of them feiden His bretherin mowe give him londe Whan they had delid the londis Tho camin they unto the knight And toldin unto him anon Then feide the knight angrily, For Godd'is love, my neighbouris, And I woll delin my londe. Johan myn eldist fone shall That was my fadir's heritage And I befeke you, gode men, Thus delid hath the gode knighte And fone aftirwerdis he Lay as a ftone still, And dyid whan the tymè came, Anon aftir that he was dede,. He tokin into his hondis He clothid him and fedde him And letin his londis for fare, His parkis eke, and his wodis, So longè tyme was Gamèlyn In his brother's Hall, For the ftrengift of gode will There ne was none wight in that place, Nothir yongè ne olde, That wolde wrathin Gamèlyn Were he nevir fo bold. After came his brothir in Tho Gamelyn ywrothid hym, How, brothir Gamèlyn, quod he, By my faith, feidè Gamèlyn, My parkis ben y brokin, and Al that my fadir me bequethe And therefore have thou Godd'is curse, Brothir John by thy name. Than thus befpakin his brothir, Stondith ftille, thou gadiling, Thou shaltè ben ful faign to have Then feide to him Gamèlyn, I am no wors gadlying than the, Ne durft he not to Gamelyn Goith and betith wele this boy, And ravith him his wit, Then feid the chyld, yong Gamėlyn, Christ'is curfe mote thou havin What? brother art thou myn. Crift'is curfe mote thou havin And right anon his brothir did, Whan everich of them had a staff Tho Gamelyn saugh them comin And was ware of a peftil And Gamelyn was fully light, And droffe all his brother's men He lokid like a wild lion, He fleigh up untill a loftè, Some for Gamelyn'is love, And fome for his envie, Alle withdrowen them to halves Tho he began to pleie : What now? feide Gamèlyn; brothir, Evil motè ye the; Wolle ye beginnin contek Gam lyn fought his brothir tho And faugh where that he lokid out Brothir, tho feidè Gam lyn, And I wol techin the a plaie His brothir to hym answerid, Brothir, I woll makin the pece, 1 fwere by Crift's ore; Caftith away the peftil tho, And wrathè the na more. I mot nedis, feide Gamelyn, Wrathè me at onys, For that thou woldist make thy men To breikin my bonis. Ne had I haddin meyn and might, In myn ownè twey armes, To have y pufhin them fro me They would have done me harmes. To Gamèlyn tho feidin his I ne did it not, my brothir, Come adoun then to me, quod he, Adoun then camin his brothir, He feide, Brothir Gamèlyn; Tho feiden yongè Gamèlyn; And if we fhullè ben at one Al that my fadir me bequethe, That thou shalt havè, Gamèlyn, And thyne houfis yraifid up That now ben layd full lowe. Thus feide the knight to Gamèlyn, But only with his mouth, And thought but of falfèness, The knightè thoughtin on traison, And went and kiflid his brothir, Alas for yonge Gamelyn! With fwich falfè traifon There happid to be there befide And therefore there was yfettin And Gamelyn was in a will For to previn his mighte, and fe Now brothir myne, quod Gamèlyn, Thou muftè nedis lene to night Me a litil courfere, That is frefhè to the sporis, Upon him for to ride; I muftin on an errand go A litil here befide. Be God, feide his brothir tho, Goith and chofith the the beft, Of ftedis or of courferis, Here befidis, brothir, is Moche worship it were fothly, Might I the ram and als the ring Bringin home to the Hall. A ftede there was fadilid, He fat his fote in the stirrop, Tho Gamelyn the yongè was And he befoughtin Jefu Crift, That he mightè brekin his nek Affone as Gamèlyn cam there And ther he herd a frankelyn Weloway for to fing, Is ther no man that may you help Alas! feide this franklyn, That evir I was bore! For tweiè ftalworthe fonis A champion is in the place I wolde givin ten poundis, Be Jefu Crift, and more, With the nonis I fond a man To handilin him fore. Gode man, feidè Gam`lyn, Wilt thou this welè done? Holde my hors while that my man Ydrawith of my fhone. And helpe my man also to kepe My clothis and my stede, And I woll into the place gon And loke how I may spede. By God, feide the frankclyn, I woll my filfin be thy man And wende you into the place, Barefote and ungert Gamèlyn Alle that werin in the place How he durftin aventure him Upfterte tho the champion And feide, Who is thy fadir, And who is eke thy fire? Forfothè thou art a gret fole For that thou camist hire. Anon Gamelyn answerid The ftout champion tho, Thou knewift full wele my fadir While that he couthè go: Whilis that he was on live, I fwere by Seint Martyn, Felawe, feide the champion, I knew right welè thy fadir And thy felfin, yonge Gamèlyn, Then feidè yongè Gamèlyn, Be God, feide the champion, It was welè within the night, And bright the mone fhone, Whan Gamelyn and the champion Togidir gan to gon. The champion caftè tornis Then feiden yongè Gamelyn Thou moftin, feide Gamblyn, Prove oon or two of myn. Of al the tornis that he coude And keft him on the liftè fide Than feide yongè Gamelyn Bi God, feide the champion, He that ones comith in thyn hand Than feide the frankèlyn, that For now unto the champion Ayen anfwerde the champion, Sithin that I wriftilid firft But I was nevir in my life Yonge Gamelyn ftode in the place And feide, If there be any mo The champion which that painid It femith by his countinaunce Stille as any stone For to abidin wraftiling, But there ycomith none. There ne was none with Gamèlyn That wolde wrestle more, For he handilid the champion So wonderoully fore. Two gentilmeine that owned the place Come to Gamelyn, God geve them grace!" And feide to him, Have done on Thy hofin and thy fhone; Forfothe at this time all This faire it is ydone. Tho feide to them Gamelyng 30 mote I well yfare, I have not yet halvindele Yolde all my ware. Than feide the champion fo broke,. Imay it wele fwere He is a fole that therof bieth, Thou felleft it so dere. I ho feide to him the franklyn, Be Seint Jame, that in Galis is, Tho that the wardinis werin Comin forth, and brought Gamèlyt And thus wann yongè Gamèlyn His brothir fe where that he come And bad the porter fhute the gate, The porter of his lord'is word Now lithinith and leftinith Gamelyn cometh therunto But all in vaine; the dore then was Than feidè yongè Gamèlyn, For many a godè mann'is Then anfwerid him the porter, Thou lyift, feidè Gamèlyn, So broukin I my chynne: He fmote the wikit with his fote, And brak away the pyn. The porter ftreightwey faughe the It might no bettir be, He fette fote on erthè, and Bi my faith, feidè Gamelyn, And gert him full upon the nek, And toke him by that oon arme, Whan Gamelyn the yongè thus |