The romance of Guy of Warwick. The first or 14th-century version.

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The romance of Guy of Warwick. The first or 14th-century version.
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London,: Pub. for the Early English text society by K. Paul, Trench, Trübner, & co., limited,
1883, 1887, 1891.
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Guy of Warwick (Legendary character)
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"The romance of Guy of Warwick. The first or 14th-century version." In the digital collection Corpus of Middle English Prose and Verse. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/AHA2638.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 23, 2024.

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Tho smote they to-gedyr faste, Whiles ther wepon wold laste. There be-gan a stronge fyght: Line 9640 They smot on helmys, that were bryght. They brekyn steroppis and paytrellis, [Caius MS. 107 page 223] And theyre sperys euery-deale, But her hawberkis wold not ryve. Down of theyre stedis gan they dryve. Line 9645 Now be they on the erth both: Full sone I wene they will be wroth. On her stedys they lepyn, sans dowt; Non dred other: they were so stowt. They drew swerdys stowt and stronge, Line 9650 And fought to-gedyr swyth long. The dyntis on helmys were so stoute, That all the hyll dynned a-bowt. They breke hawberkis and shyldys: The pecis flow into the fyldys. Line 9655 Sir Gye was armyd well thore, But the Duke had armour more: He had two helmys styf and bryȝt, And two hawberkis for dred of fyȝt. They were set with preciouse stonys Line 9660 All a-bowte for the nonys. Well grete and stronge was that bateyle: Her horse were stronge, with-owt fayle. They seyd a-mong hem eche man That seyen the bateyle than Line 9665 That Gye was erthly man none: Of hevyn he was an angell one, Other ellys a man of fer londe: He myȝt not ellys the Duke with-stond.

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Whether of hem were the hardyer Line 9670 Wyst they not that ther were. All the Cite, with-owt fayle, [Caius MS. 107 page 224] Comyn to se that bateyle: Men and women, chyldren also, Monkis and frerys thedyr gan go; Line 9675 Lasse and more in that Citee All they comyn that bateyle to see, But all only syr terry, That laye in the church speciallye, Preying to god that he wold here Line 9680 And helpe hym in hys gret mystere. In there com a preste goande, That found terry ther liggand. 'Pylgrym,' quod the prest than, 'Thow arte an ouer-holy man. Line 9685 Whi wylt not thow to the mounteyn go To se the bateyle be-twene knytis two? A pylgrym ys that on full ryght, That for the Erle terry doth fyght.' 'What ys that pylgrym?' quod terry. Line 9690 'Ine wot,' he seyd, 'securlye, But he ys dowȝty in the fyld, And brokyn he hath the Dukis shyld.' Vp a-rose Terry tho anone, And to the bateyle ys he goon. Line 9695 He was adrad men shuld hym knowe: He lokyd amonge the men full lowe. There he saw the Duke berrarde, Hys armoure rent, and bled full harde. He had Ioy with-owt care Line 9700 That he saw Berrart so fare. Euer the pylgryme assayled hym faste. [Caius MS. 107 page 225]

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'Lord,' quod terry at the laste, 'That ys not the same palmere That was yesterday my fere. Line 9705 Thys ys a bold man and a wyght: Hyt semyth hym to be a gentyll knyȝt. He was lene and febull of myght, An hongry man and euyll I-dyght; This man ys wyght and no-thyng wan: Line 9710 I wene hit ys none erthly man. When I hym se I thynke on Gye: He ys full lyke hym, securlye. Yf Gye were not ded, I wold seye That this were he, be thys daye.' Line 9715 Tho for Gye he wept full sore. He yod to church, and held hym thore. Euer he prayed to god that daye To helpe as he well maye. That bateyle last full longe, Line 9720 Fro the morrow erly vnto the euynsonge: Yet ne wold they leve the fyght Tyll hyt were the derknyght. They ne wiste what they myȝt seye; For they lakkyd the lyght of the daye. Line 9725 Messyngerys ther were sente, To the Emperoure sone they wente. They told hym that yt was nyȝte, They myȝt no lenge se to fyght. Anon he dyd klepe with honoure Line 9730 Fowre barouns of gret valoure. 'Lordys,' quod the Emperoure, [Caius MS. 107 page 226] 'Here hath bene an herd stoure. Take ye berrard to yow nowe, And kepyth hym well, I commaund yow, Line 9735 As I in yow trewly affye:

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Yeld hym to me to-morrow erly; And I shall kepe the pylgryme well Tyll to-morrow, so have I hele: Then shall they to-gedyr goo, Line 9740 Then shall we wete which of hem two Shall have the victorye Thorow the grace of god in hye.' 'Sir,' they seyd, 'all redye.' They were departyd sone in hye. Line 9745 They toke berrard, that noble knyȝt, And kept him well all that nyȝt, But berrard, that false glotoun, Thought all-wey to do treasoun: Foure bold cosyns he had, Line 9750 And full prevyly he hem bad That they shuld to courte goo, And prevyly the pylgrym sloo. They armyd hem in haste anone, And com to courte euery-chone. Line 9755 They entryd full prevyly Into a chambre to sir Gye. He was leyd in softe bed: With clothes of gold hyt was be-spred. Hys kepers were all slepand, Line 9760 Was not one of hem wakand. Vp they toke the bed ryght there, [Caius MS. 107 page 227] And to the full see they hyt bere; And all-wey slept well faste sir Gye: But god hym helpe for hys mercye, Line 9765 Well sone drowned shuld he be! They cast all forth in-to the see. There was he passed with the se wawe Down a whyle and vp a thrawe.

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Sir Gye awakyd at the laste, Line 9770 And hys hede up he caste: He sawe the sterrys bryght shynand, But in no syd saw he the lande, But brod watre all abowte: Hyt was no wondre though he had doute. Line 9775 'God,' he seyd, 'all weldande, That stablyssheth both watre and londe, Lord, now thow thynke on mee; For I am be-trayed now, I see. Lord, who hath do me thys ded? Line 9780 And I fyght for no mede, Ne for syluer ne for golde, But for my brother, my trowth to hold, And for to delyuer hym owte of peryle, That longe hath bene in excile Line 9785 Also power as he may bee. When I hym saw I had pyte: Some-tyme he was a noble knyȝt. I wold dye for sir terry is ryght. For he ys now so wrechyd a wyght, Line 9790 A-geyne Berrarde I toke the fyght. Yf I had the traytour slayne, [Caius MS. 107 page 228] Terry shuld have hys land ageyne. Lord, yf hyt myȝt so be That he had helpe thorouȝ me, Line 9795 And I wonne all hys land, And all the honoure to hys hand, Thowȝ I levyd but till that daye, Hit were my Ioy, for-soth I seye. But I am ded, well I wote: Line 9800 For me shall he neuer have state Thorought treason of the Duke barrard. Have he neuer of hevyn parte! He ys a thefe full of treason; God geve hym hys malyson!' Line 9805

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