Full SOROWFULLY thense gooth Guy
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Home to his Inne all sory:
In to his Chambre he is goon,
And beshette him therin all aloon.
There he made sorowe and sorowe enough:
His clothes he rende, his heer he drough.
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The romance of Guy of Warwick. The first or 14th-century version.
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- Title
- The romance of Guy of Warwick. The first or 14th-century version.
- Publication
- London,: Pub. for the Early English text society by K. Paul, Trench, Trübner, & co., limited,
- 1883, 1887, 1891.
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- Subject terms
- 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 June 22, 2025.
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Of loue he bemeneth him strongely,
For whom he hath sorowe gretly:
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'Loue, a-slake me of this wodenesse,
And respite graunte me more or lesse,
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That y might reste me a throwe,
Wherthurgh my sorowe may ouere blowe.
To farre y am kaste in vnmyghte,
My herte is heuy, and noo-thing lighte.
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What shall y doo? how shall y fare?
I may not lyue longe in this kare.
Allas, deth! what art thou?
Vnnethe may y stonde now:
Deth! come forth, and take me anoon;
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For loste been my wittes euerych oon.
Dede y deserue for to bee, [Caius MS. 107 page 15]
Whan y muste loue that hateth me.
And herken nowe what seith the wise,
That sheweth ensample of good assise:
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For a fole he seith y him holde,
That taketh a more burden than he may welde;
So fare y nowe, weleawaye!
I loue the loue that y ne haue maye.'
To a wyndowe Guy yede thoo,
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For to beholde the castell and the toure also:
'O toure, thou art full faire sette!
In the is that maide beshette,
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That lyueth in ioye and in blisse:
Hir loue me woundeth withoute mysse.
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O toure, why ne were thou ouerethrawe,
And vpon the grounde all to-drawe!
Than might y my lemman see,
That y loue more than me!'
He gynneth him bethinke and sore sighe,
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His sorowe enneweth euere gretly;
To grounde he felle, and swowne beganne:
More sorowe had neuere manne.
The tyme he cursed that he was borne;
For loue he hath his witte lorne.
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'O loue,' he seide, 'cursed thou bee!
So moche mighte is in the.
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Allas, Felice! that same stounde,
That euere thy loue hath me so stronge bounde!
And that y the serue shulde that daye,
Allas the while! nowe y sey maye.
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Shall y not haue noon other mede, [Caius MS. 107 page 16]
To a-slake my sorowe y had nede.
I loue the and thou noughte me.
Eeuenly deled ne that may [[read ne may that]] bee:
Of all my sorowe thou hast noughte.
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Allas! to grounde y am broughte!
Thou hast the good and y the quede:
I brenne as doth the sparke on glede.
Thou art to lither a woman,
That for a lokyng the vpon
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A man shuld dye for that sighte:
Mercy, Felice, thou swete wighte!
Myn herte is with venym spilde;
With blisse nomore it is like bee filde.'
