THE ERLE on a day cleped his doghter to:
Bifore hir moder he seide hir tho,
'Doughter, thou take the an housebonde.
Thou art heire to all my londe.
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Dukes and Erles desire the,
That come oute of farre contree:
Noon of theim thou wolt take.
How longe wolt thou bee withoute make?'
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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- 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 20, 2025.
Pages
Page 391
'Sir, y shall bethinke me,
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And telle you within thise dayes three.'
Whan that it come to the thirde day
The Erle cleped forth that faire may,
Felice, that was so wise and free:
'Thy wille, doughter, telle thou me.'
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'Sir,' she seide well louely,
'My wille y telle the blithely.
There is Guy, your owne knyghte:
In the worlde ther nys man of his mighte.
Bot if y haue him to my make
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I woll neuere noon take.'
'Thou seist well, doughter,' seide he;
'Blissed of god mote thou bee!
And to him therof speke y shall,
And his answer therof the telle.'
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'Guy,' he seide, 'vnderstonde me.
Telle me thy wille, y bidde the:
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Yf thou thinke to wedde a wif [Caius MS. 107 page 147]
Telle it me, my leef lyf.'
Guy him answerd fote hote,
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'In all the worlde noo woman y wote
That y shall take bot it bee oon,
That toucheth me in herte alloon.'
'Guy,' he seide, 'vnderstonde me:
A doughter y haue, that wite ye.
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Noon heire y haue bot that may:
Riche she shalbee after my day.
Guy, take hir; y yiue hir the,
And of all my londe lorde thou bee.'
'Sir,' quoth Guy, 'graunt mercy!
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This is a faire yifte, sikirly.
Thy doughter well leuere me is
In hir smokke alone, ywis,
Than to wedde with all spaigne
The Emperours doughter of Almaigne.'
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