The right plesaunt and goodly historie of the foure sonnes of Aymon. Englisht from the French by William Caxton, and printed by him about 1489. Ed. from the unique copy, now in the possession of Earl Spencer, with an introduction by Octavia Richardson.

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[Beginning of the four sones of Aymon, taken from Copland's edition (C. 12, i. 7), British Museum, London, 1554.

The Prologue.

As the philosopher, in the fyrst booke of hys metaphysyque, sayth, that every man / naturally desireth to know / and to con newe thynges: And therfore have the Clerkes / & people / of great vnderstandynge desyred and concite to lerned sciences, and to know vertues of thinges. Some by Phylosophy, other by Poetrye, and other by Historyes / and cronyikes / of thynges passed. And vpon these three they have greatly laboured / in suche that thanked be God, by theyr good dylygence / and laboures, they have had greate knowledge by innumerable volumes of bookes, whiche have be made / and compyled by great studye and payne / vnto thys day. And bycause that above all thinges, the princes & lordes of hie estate and entendement / desyre to see thystoryes / of the ryght noble and hye vertues of the prodecessours / whiche ben digne, and worthy of remembraunce of perpetuall recommendation. Therfore, late at ye request and commaundement of the ryght noble and vertus Erle Iohn, Erle of Oxeforde, my good synguler / and especial lorde, I reduced and translated out of Frenche, into our maternall and Englyshe tongue, the lyfe of one of his predecessoures, named Robert, Erle of Oxeforde, tofore sayd, with

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[diverse & many great myracles / whiche God shewed for him as wel in his lyfe / as after his death, as it is shewed all a longe in hys sayde booke. And also that my sayd Lorde / desyreth to have other Hystories of olde tyme / passed of vertues chyvalry, reduced in lykewyse into our Englishe tongue: he late sent to me a booke in Frenche, conteynyng thactes / and faytes of warre / doone and made agaynst ye great Emperour and king of Fraunce, Charlemagne, by ye .iiii. sonnes of Aymon, otherwyse named in Frenche, 'Les quatre fylz Aymon.' Whyche booke, accordynge to hys request, I have endevorde me to accomplyshe / and to reduce it into our englyshe, to my great coste / and charges, as in the translatinge / as in enprynting of the same, hopying & not doubtyng / but that hys good grace / shall rewarde me in suche wise that I shall have cause to pray for his good and prosperus welfare. And besechynge his said noble good grace / to pardon me of ye rude, and this simple worke. For, accordyng to the coppy / whyche he sent to me, I have folowed as nigh as I can, and where as, as any defaute shall be founde, I submyt me to the correction of them / that vnderstande the cronycle & history, besethyng them to correcte it & amende there / as they shall fynde faute. And I shall praye almighty God for them that so doo, to rewarde them in suche wyse, that after this shorte / and transytory lyfe, we all may come to everlastyng lyfe in heven. Amen.

¶ Thus endeth the prologue:

Heere foloweth the Table of this presente booke.

Who that wyll know the history of the foure noble and worthye knyghtes / named the foure sonnes of Aymon, wherof the fyrste was called Reynawde, the seconde Alarde, the thyrde Guycharde, and fourthe Rycharde, let hym first reade this presente table folowynge / In whiche men shall fynde that thys

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[presente booke conteyneth .xxviii. chapytres, whiche speaken of many faire / and dyverse matters, whiche they that shall reade thys sayde chapytres, shall nowe see the history all alonge. And ye shall see in this fyrst chapytre howe, that after kynge Charlemagne / was come agayne / from the partyes of Lombardy, where he had had great and merveyllouse battaylles / agenste the sarasyns, he helde vpon whitsondaye, open courte / at Parys, where was a fayre felawshyp of Prynces / and Barons, as ye shall heare after alonge. And in the same chapitre / ye shall also see howe, the same daye / the duke Aymon of Ardeyne / broughte to the courte hys foure sonnes, that is to wit, Reynawde, Alarde, Guichard, and Richarde, and howe kynge Charlemagne / made theym knyghtes wyth his owne handes; also howe the duke Benes of Aigremounce / slewe Lohier, the eldest sonne of kyng Charlemain (the duke benes was vncle to the foure sonnes of Aymon); and after, how the duke Benes of aygremount / was slaine coming to Paris, by the commaundemente of kinge Charlemagne, after that he had appointed, for the death of his sonne. And also in this first chapitre / men shal nowe see many other faire matters, whiche were to longe for to be reherced / in this preambule of this present booke.

The seconde Chapyter sheweth howe Gryllon of haultefelle, and Guenes, after that they had slayne the duke Benes of Aygremount, retourned to Parys, and recounted to kynge Charlemagne / the mortall treason that they had put to execucyon; wherof the kynge was ryghte glad; and syn after he was ryghte sorye for it. For after that, the two bretherne of the duke Benes / made great warre agenst him, and so did Gerarde of Roussillon, and Dron, and Mawgys, the sonne of the duke Benes; and after, they made peace and accorded togyther. But the kinge Charlemain accorded not with the foure sonnes of Aymon, nor to

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[their cosin Mawgys. howe Reynawde slew the nevew of king Charlemagne with a chesse boorde, as they plaied togyther at the chesse, wherof the warre began, the whiche was so mortall / and lasted so longe, that it bare a great dommage to the realme of Fraunce.

The thirde chapitre speaketh, how after that kynge Charlemagne hadde made all his barons to forsake the foure sonnes of aymon / He went and besyeged them at mountenforde, where he was dyscomfyted two tymes; but the castelle of Mountenforde was taken, after that, by treason. And after, howe Reynawde and his bretherne avenged theim of the traytoures that betrayed theym, And after saved theym selfe wythin the forest of Ardeyne, Where theyr father found them / as he went from the syege / to warde his londe of Dordon. And howe, for to keep his othe that he had made to kynge Charlemagne / He dyd assayle hys sonnes; so that, of fyve hundred menne that they were, there abod on live with his sonnes but xvii. persones. But Reynawd and his brethern / had none evil, but slew many of their fathers men.

The fourth chapytre sheweth how, after that the olde Aimon / had discomfyted his chyldren, they went and dwelled in the depest of the forest of Ardeyne, and abode there / tyll that they were al counterfayte blacke / and roughe / as wilde beastes, for the greate hungre that they had suffred; and after, they went to Dordon / for to see their father, that made them good chere, and feasted them greately. And gave them of hauoyre so muche / that they myghte well make war with agenst the king; and howe Mawgis their cosyn arryved, whan that they should have departed, whiche went with theym in to the realme of Gascoygne / with fyve hundred knightes. And whan theyr mother sawe them departe, she was for it full sorye.

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[The fyfthe chaptre sheweth how, after that Reynawde / and hys brethern, with theyr cosyn mawgys, were departed from theyr mother / for to seeke their adventure / they went so longe tyll they came to the realme of Gascoygne. And howe / goynge thitherwarde, they made manye evylles in Fraunce. And howe the kynge of Gascoygn, whan they were come there / dyd receive them in his servise ryghte sweetly, in bourdeux vpon Gyrond, by cause / that than this king of Gascoigne, that was called Yon, had warre agenst a kyng sarasin / that was entred into Gascoyne, that had to name Portus, that helde Tholouse and all the londe aboute.

The VI chapter speaketh how Reinawde / and his bretherne / dystressed bourgous, a sarasyn that had distroyed the realme of Gascoign, and had chased the kinge yon / to bordeux vpon Gyronde, that durste not departe from thence, for feare of the sarasyns. And howe kyng Yon gave his sister Clare / vnto Reinawde / to be hys wyfe, for the greate servyse / that he hadde doon to hym. And dyd doo make for hym the castell of Mountawban.

The seventh chapitre speaketh how Charlemagne, for a voyage that he made to saint Iames in Galyce, he knewe in his comynge agayne / howe Reynawde and his bretherne, that were his mortalle enmies, were in Gascoygne / with in a stronge castel, called Mountawban. And how he sente worde to kinge Yon, that he shoulde delyver to hym Reynawde and hys bretherne. And yf he refused to doo thys, he shoulde come and besyege hym in hys londe / afore X or XII moneths were passed; Wherof king Yon answered / that he shoulde not doo it. And howe, after that kynge Charlemagne / was retourned to Parys, Rowlande, his neuewes, arryved

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[at Parys, whiche the kyng made knyght. And after sente him for to reyse a siege afore Coloyne / that a sarasyn had besyeged / that was called Estorfawde, the which was overcome by Rowland. And howe Reynawde wan the crowne of Charlemagne / for his well rennynge / vpon hys baye horse at Parys.

The .viii. chapitre speaketh / how Charlemagne went into Gascoygne / with his host, and besieged Reynawd and his bretherne / within Mountawban; and howe Reynawde wan the fyrst batail of the king, which Rowlande conduyted, with Olyver and the bishop Turpin; wherof Charlemayne was so sore wrothe, that he wende to have wexed mad for it / of the great shame that he had of it.

The .ix. chapitre sheweth howe Reynawde / and his bretherne / were betrayed, and solde to king Charlemagne by kinge Yon, that sent theym in to the playne of Walcoloures / all vnarmed, but onelye of theyr swerdes, ryding vpon mulettes / clothed with mantelles of scarlate / furred with ermynes. From the whyche walle / they escaped worthylye, by the wyll of our lorde. But they were sore wounded. Of Charlemaines partye, abode there deade, Toulques of Moxillon, and many other barons, for whome the kynge was ryghte sorye.

The .x. chapitre speaketh howe, after that Goodard, the secretarye of kynge yon, had be-wrayed all the treason to Mawgys / that the kynge Yon had doone to hys cosyns, whiche he knewe well, For he had seene kynge Charlemagnes lettres, and had wrytten answere thervpon from kinge Yon, Mawgys brought to reynawde and hys / suche a succourses, that by his wyt / they were kepte from death.

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[The .xi chapitre speaketh howe, by the succours that Mawgis broughte to reynawde / and to his bretherne / into the playne of Walcoloures, they discomfited kyng charlemagnes folke; wherof Ogier had manye reproches of rowlande / for some goodnes / and favoure / that he had shewed to reynawde / and his bretherne / at roche mountbron, and was therfore called traitoure, wherof a great inconvenience came therof afterwarde / afore king Charlemagne.

The xii chapitre sheweth howe, that after reynawde / and hys brethern / were whole of their woundes that they had had in the playnes of Walcoloures, they retourned to Mountawban. But whan kyng Yon / knewe of theyr comynge agayn, he fledde awaye, and made hymselfe to be shorne a monke in a monastery / that was within the woode of the serpente; where rowlande and Ogyer the Dane / founde him, and wold have made him be hanged for the treason / that he had doone to reynawde / and to his brethern, yf Reynawde had not succoured hym.

The xiii. chapitre sheweth how, that after Reynawde had succoured kyng yon, was the same houre a merveyllouse battaylle / betweene / Reynawde and the frenshemen. For Rowlande was there sore beten, and many other, wherof Ogyer was glad, by cause that Rowland had called hym traytoure. And also he knewe / that the foure sonnes of Aymon / were not for to be so lyghtelye overcomen, as men had sayde afore. And for this cause / there had been a sore medle betweene Rowland and Ogyer, [mais les autres baros les departirent, F. orig. 1480.] yf it had not be the other barons that departed them; and in this recountre Rycharde, the brother of Reynawde, abode for prisoner of Rowlande.

The .xiiii. chapitre sheweth how, after that Reynawde, Alarde, and Guycharde / were gone to warde

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[Mountawban / after the battayle, and that they had made full greate sorowe for Rychard / theyr brother, which was in kinge Charlemagnes handes, The sayd Rychard / was delyvered by mawgys greate wysedome.

The .xv. chapitre speaketh how, after that Reynawde and hys brethern / and Mawgys / had discomfyted Charlemagne, they came and overthrewe downe his pavilyon, and bare a waye with theym the Egle of golde / that was there vpon the pavilion; wherof kynge Charlemagne was sore an angred, in so muche that he wolde yeelde vp his crowne vnto his barons, sayinge / that he wolde be no more kynge, for they had fayled hym and habandonned, for the foure sonnes of Aymon; and sayde to them / that they should crown Reinawd, that he might be theyr king, for they loved him much more than they dyd hym. Than Olyver sayde to kinge Charlemagne, that he should take againe the croun, and that he shoulde brynge to him Mawgys, that he had taken / whan he was aboute to pylle the pavyllyon, for he abode alone. whan kynge Charlemagne hearde the same, he tooke agayne his crowne, and was ryghte glad of the prise of mawgis.

The .xvi. chapitre speaketh how the kynge Charlemagne / wolde doo hange Mawgys, Incontynente that Olyver had take hym to him. But by the meane of the Douseperes of Fraunce, that at the requeste of Mawgys, pledgyd hym for one nyght onelye. He made so muche that he escaped, to the honoure / and acquytaunce / of hys sureties / and of hym, and bare a waye with hym to Mountawban / the crowne and the swerde / of kynge Charlemagne / the same nyghte; wherof kynge Charlemagne was full sory. And therfore he sende worde to Reynawde / that he shoulde sende to hym agayne his crowne / and his swerde, and

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[all that Mawgys had borne awaye with hym, and he shoulde grant hym his truce for two yeres. To the which thing Reynawde accorded hym; wherof happed to hym, after that, many great evylles.

The .xvii. Chapytre sheweth how Reynawde faught with Rowland / which he overcame / by the wyl of god, And brought hym to mountawban, wherof kyng Charlemagne was greatly wrothe. And also sheweth how Mawgys / brought king Charlemayne / into the castel of Mountawban / vpon bayarde all a slepe. And after tooke hym to Reinawd within his bed. And after wente and arrayed hym selfe / in maner of an Hermyte / poorely clothed. And lefte all his kinnesmen / and freendes, by cause that he wolde not let the peace of Reynawde / toward the kynge Charlemagne / for the war had lasted to longe.

The .xviii. chapytre sheweth how, after that Mawgys had taken Charlemagne / in to the handes of Reinawde his good cosin, he went without leave in to a woode / nyghe the ryver of Dordon, in to a hermitage, where he dyd dwelle as an Hermyte, lyvinge poorely, for to save his soule.

The .xix. chapitre sheweth howe the barons of Fraunce that were at Mountawban / made great sorowe by cause that they myghte not awake the kynge Charlemagne / that Mawgys by his crafte / had made to slepe, and broughte vnto Mountawban. But whan the houre of the enchauntemente of Mawgys / was passed, kyng Charlemagne awaked. And whan he saw himselfe in Mountawban / he sware that he shoulde never make peace wyth Reynawde / as longe as that he were prysoner. And so Reynawde dyd sende hym againe vpon his horse bayard, free and quite. Wherof he repented him sore afterwarde; for soone after this kyng

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[Charlemagne made Mountawban to be besyeged of so nyghe / that he famyshed Reynawd / and his bretherne, his wife, his children, and all the people / so that they dyed for hungre and thirst / the most parte.

The .xx. chapitre speaketh howe / after that Charlemaine had besyeged Mountawban of so nyghe / that he dyd famysh all them that were wythin, knewe howe Reynawde was gone / and had habandonned Mountawban, and was gone his waye, he and his bretherne, hys wyfe and hys chylderne, by vnder the erthe, and were gone to Ardeyne, where kynge Charlemagne went and besyeged them agayne. But afore that [Dordonne, F. orig. a. vi. back.] he dyd set his syege / Reynawde and hys bretherne yssued oute agenst hym. Whereby manye one loste their lyfe / of the one partie and of the other. And the duke Richarde of Normandye was taken there / which was one of the Douse peres of Fraunce / and a ryghte noble and a worthy knyght, preu and hardy; wherfore kynge Charlemaine was ryghte sorye.

The .xxi. chapitre sheweth how Mawgys, beynge in his hermytage / came in his mynde a vysion, that he hadde by nyghte in his slepe, for to goe see Reynawde and his bretherne. Than in the mornynge he tooke hys waye / and founde two marchauntes / the which had been [had been: 'he had be,' in original.] robbed by seven theeves in a wood. Of the whiche seven theeves / Mawgys slewe five of theym with his palster, and tooke again to the marchauntes theyr marchaundyses / and all theyr havoyre. And than he went forth his waye toward Mountawban / for to see his cosyns and hys brethern.

The .xxii. Chapiter sheweth, how Reynawde wolde have doon hange Richard / the duke of Normandye,

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[by cause he myghte not have peace with the kinge Charlemagne. And howe / whan the Douse peeres of Fraunce knewe this, they came to kyng Charlemagne, and prayed hym to make peace with Reynawde / for to have againe theyr felawe / the duke Rycharde of Normandye; to the whiche thynge, kynge Charlemagne answered, that he should not doo it; wherof they were so sore an angred that they left him; but kynge Charlemaine dyd sende after theym / and sent theym worde that they shoulde returne agayne to hym, and that he shoulde make peace with Reynawde vnder this condicyon / that Reinawd should goe beyonde the sea, beggynge his breade.

The .xxiii. Chapytre sheweth howe, after that Reynawde was departed from Ardeyne / for to make hys vyage beyonde the sea, poorely clothed as a pylgrym, seekynge hys breade for goddes sake / Rycharde of Normandye tooke Bayarde, and brought with him Alard, Guychard, and Rycharde, bretherne to Reynawde / and presented theym to Charlemagne, the whiche he receyved ryghte honourablye by good love, and after brake his syege, and departed for to goe to Parys. But whan he was in the citye of Lyege, vpon the brydge over the ryver Mewsethe / made Bayard to be cast into the water with a mille stone at the necke of hym; but bayarde the horse escaped, and is yet a lyve in the forest of Ardeyne / as men sayen.

The .xxiii. Chapytre sheweth howe, that after Reynawde was departed from Ardeyne, from hys bretherne, from his wife / and fro hys chyldrene, for to goe beyonde the sea for to accomplyshe hys voyage to the holy grave, he found in Constantynople / hys cosyn Mawgis, and went both togither vnto afore Iherusalem, that a kynge sarasyn / whiche was admyral of percie,

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[had taken by treason. but Reynawde and Mawgys dyd so muche wyth the folke of the lond, that the cytye was take agayne of the christen.

The .xxv. Chapytre sheweth how, that after Reynawde was come agayne from the holy londe, where he had doone merveyles, he sent Aimoner / and Yonnet, hys two sonnes / to kynge Charlemaine muche honourably, for to be made knightes of hys hande. For he taughte theym well in armes, in all good maners, and tooke to theym fyve hundred good men / well horsed, for to conduyte them towarde the kyng at Parys.

The .xxvi. Chapytre sheweth how, after that kyng Charlemagne had muche swetely receyved the chylden of Reynawde / and made theym knightes, they fought wyth ye sonnes of Toulques of Moxyllon / and discomfited theym in the feeld at Parys, whyche is called the ylle of our lady. Bicause that they had charged theyr father of treason, bycause he had slaine theyr father / Toulques of Moxyllon, in the playnes of Walcolours.

The .xxvii. chapitre conteineth how, that after Reynawde was gone from Mountawban in maner of a pilgrime / never to have returned agayne, after that he had dealed his goodes to his children, his brethern and his sonne Aymanet / made great sorow whan they wyst that he was gone wythout theyr knowledge, all barefote, with a palster in his hande.

The .xxviii. chapitre sheweth how, after that Reynawde was departed fro Mountawban for to save his soule / he went to Coleine vpon the Rine, and founde that men builded the churche of saynt Peter. And there came to hym a wyll / and a devocyon / for to serve

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[the masons / that wrought there, for the love that he had to our lorde. But at the laste, the other labourers had so great envye at hym / of that he was more loved than they were of all the maysters, for the good service that he dyd / that they slew hym; and after, they put hym in a sacke & caste hym into the water of the Ryne; but by the wil of our lord, his corps appered above ye watir, makyng so many fayre myracles, healyng of sykenesses / so that he was named a saynte the daye of hys buryenge.

¶ Here finyssheth the table, and consequentely followeth the book heere after.


Howe duke Aimon of Ardein brought to the courte his foure sonnes, that is to wit, Reynawde, Alarde, Guichard, and Richarde, and howe kynge Charlemagne / made theym knyghtes wyth his owne handes; also howe the duke Benes of Aigremounte slewe Lohier, the eldest sonne of kynge Charlemain. the duke benes was uncle / to the foure sonnes of Aimon; and after, how the duke Benes of aygremount was slaine coming to Paris, by the commaundemente of kinge Charlemagn / after that he had appointed, for the death of his sonne. And also in this first chapitre men shall now see many other faire matters, which were to longe for to be reherced in the preamble of this present booke.

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[Truelye we finde in the gestes & faites of the good kynge Charlemagne / that vpon a time at a feast of Penthecoste, the sayde kyng Charlemagne kept a ryght great and solempne court at Parys, after that he was come againe fro the partyes of Lombardy / where he had had a ryght great and mervaylous batayle agenst the Sarasyns, [et mescreans, F. orig. b. i.] and suche folke as were oute of the beleve, wherof the cheef of the sayde Sarasins was named Guithelym the sesne. The whiche the said kynge Charlemagne / by hys prowesse and valyauntnes / had dyscomfyted & overcomen. At the which battaylle and dyscomfyture, dyed greate noblenesses of kinges, princes, Dukes, Erles, barons, knyghtes, and squyers; as Salomon of bretayne / Huon, erle of Mauns, syr yves, syr yvoyre berenger, and Haton, syr Arnaulde of Beaulande, syr Walleraunte of Bollon, and many valyaunte knyghtes. The Douse peres of Fraunce were come there / and many Almaynes, and Englyshemenne, Normans, Poeteuyns, Lombardes, and Barnyers. And amonge other Dukes & princes, was come thyther the good and worthye duke Aymes of [Dordon, F. orig. b. i.] Ardeyne. And in his felawshyp his foure [beauh, F. orig. b. i.] sonnes, that is to wyt, Reynawde, Alarde, Guycharde, and Rycharde, that were wonderfull fayre, wytty, great, mightye, and valyaunte, specyally Reynawde / whiche was the greatest and the tallest manne that was founde at that tyme in al the worlde, for he had .xvi. feete of length and more. Than at this assemble and feast stood the sayd kynge Charlemagne on his feete, amonge his prynces and barons, sayinge in this wyse, 'barons, my bretherne and freendes, ye knowe howe I have conquested and gotten so manye greate londes / by youre helpe and succours. So many of the Sarasins and misbelevers brought to

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[death, & in my subieccion; how but late agoe ye have seene by ye paynym Guetelym, whiche I have dyscomfyted & overcomen / and reduced to the christen faith. Not withstandynge we have loste there ryghte greate chevalry and noblenesse, and for faute of many of our vassaylles / and subjectes. that to vs dayneth not to come, howe be it that we had sent for theym, as the Duke Rycharde of Roussellon, the duke Dron of Nantuell / and the duke Benes of Aygremounte, that been all three bretherne Germayne. Wherof vnto you I complayne me and tell you, that yf it were not syr Salamon, that worthylye came to succoure vs / with .xxx. thousande fyghtynge menne, and syr Lambreyght bernyer, and syr Geffraye of Bourdelle, with walleraunte of Bullon, that bare our baner / we were alle dyscomfyted and lost, as ye all knowe well; and this by the defaut of the said three bretherene, that dayned never to come to our sendynge, nor obey, and, above all, the duke Benes of Aygremounte. Ill be it that they be all oure lyege menne / that ever owen to me servyce and fydelytie. Now I shall sende hym worde that he come to serve me at this nexte somer with all his power. And in case that he shall be refusynge to obeye oure commaundementes / by saynt denys of fraunce, I shall sende for all my freendes and subjectes, and I shall goe besyege him at Aygremounte. And yf we can have him, I shall make hym to be shamefully hanged / and his sonne Mawgis to be slaine all quycke, and shall do brenne his vncourteous wyfe; and I shall sett all his londes in fyre.' Than the good duke Naymes of Bavyere / rose vp dyligently, and said to kynge Charlemagne in this wyse: 'Syr, me semeth that ye ought not to angre your selfe so sore; and yf ye will beleve my counseyll, ye shal sende a messanger to the duke of Aygremount, which messanger shal be well and honourably accompanied. And he muste be

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[sage / and prudent / for to shewe wel to the Duke of Aygremounte all, [ce que luy ordonneres, et puis quant aurez sceu, F. orig. b. ii. back.] that ye shal charge hym and after whan ye shall know hys answere and his wyll; ye shall than aduyse you what ye oughte for to doo.' 'In good fayth,' sayde the kyng, 'ye counseylle me ryght well and wiselye.' Than thoughte Charlemagne what message he myght sende to him. And than he sayde all hyghe afore them all, complayninge himselfe; 'who shall be he that shall doo thys message; and for doubte of deathe shall not leve nothynge vnsayd of hys message / to the duke benes,' but there was none of them all that aughte answered, for manye of theim were of [du parente du ait benes daigrem6t, F. orig. b. ii. back.] Sybbe to hym / as the duke Aymon of [Dordon, F. orig.] Ardeyne, that was his brother Germayne.

Thus were the foure brethern of one father and one mother. Than was kynge Charlemagne ryghte wrothe and angrye, and sware by saynte denys / that the Duke benes should be wasted and destroyed; and no manne shoulde be in the worlde that shoulde keep him therfro. Than he called high his eldest sonne Lohier, saying in this maner, 'ye must doo this message, my dere sonne, and lede with you for your conduyt and suretye / an hundred knightes / armed and honourably arrayed. And ye shall saye to the duke benes of Aygremounte, that yf he come not for to serve vs thys somer, aboute saynte Iohans daye nexte comynge, as I have saide afore / that I shall besyege Aygremounte, & shall dystroye all his lande; and he and [son filz', F. orig. b. ii.] his, I shall doo hange or slea al quycke, and his wyfe to be brente.' 'Syr,' sayd Lohier, 'al at your pleasure I shall doo. And wit that it shall not be taryed / for feare of death, but that I shal tel him al alonge all that ye have

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[charged me of. And I shall depart to morow in the mornyng, by the grace of God.'

Than should you have sene ye king weepe of pitie for his sonne Lohier; for he repented him that he had charged him / for to doo this message; but syn tlat he had so sayd, he must doo it. And the morne vas come, Lohier & his noble companye / made them redy, and after lept on horsbacke, and came afore ye kyng. Than sayd Lohier to the king, his father: 'Syr, here I am redye and all my folke / for to fulfyll your wyll.' 'Fayre sonne,' sayd Charlemagne, 'I recommend thee vnto god, that on ye crosse suffred death and passion, and hym I beseche to kepe and waraunt thee / & all thy felawshyp from evyl / and from any combraunce.' Than departed Lohier and his company; wherof after warde / the kynge made great lamentacyon for his sonne Lohier, and not wyth out a cause; for he shal never see him quicke agayne, as ye shal vnderstand, yf ye wyll herken it. Now go the gentill messangers streyght towarde Aygremount, sore thretenynge the duke Benes of Aygremount, saying / that they should take the head from the body of hym / yf he doo ought to them agaynst his devoyre. But it shall go all other wyse with them; for it haped all contrary 1to theyr myndes and purpose1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. b. ii.] / wherof afterward / many ladyes abode widowes withoute husbandes, & many gentil women without a lover; and so many churches destroyed, and so many landes brente / and wasted, wherof it is yet pitie for to see. And thus, ridinge & thretynge Benes of Aygremount, a spy heard all that they sayd, and came hastelye to Aygremount to ward Benes / that was in his palays, and tolde hym how messangers were coming vnto hym from kyng Charlemagne, that sore thretened him, and that the sonne of kyng Charlemagne was there in person.

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[Than sayd the Duke to hys folke, wherof he had at that houre foi-son with him / in his palays, bicause of the feast of Penthecoste. 'Lordes,' sayde he, 'the kynge Charlemagne setteth lytle by me, that will that I shal go serve him with all my power and my puyssance; and that wors is, he sendeth to me his eldest sonne for to tel me some message that threteneth me greatly; what counsell ye me therto, my bretherne & freendes?' Than spake a good knyght, that was called syr Simon, & sayd: 'My lorde, I shall counsel you truly yf ye wyll herken and beleve me. Receyve honourably the messangers of the kynge Charlemagne / for wel ye wote that he is your ryght-wyse lorde, and wit that who that warreth against hys soverayn Lorde, he doth agaynst god / & rayson / and have no regarde to your kynne, nor to thys, that your bretherne, Gyrarde of Roussyllon, and the duke of Nantuell, wolde not obey hym. For I advyse you wel that Charlemagn is myghty / and he shall distroye you of body and of goodes; [Si ne luy obeisses, F. orig. b. iii. back.] but yf that ye obey him, and yf ye amiablie go to hym, he shall have mercy of you.' Than answered the duke, that thus he wolde not doo, and that the sayd knight gave him evill counsell. 'For yet,' sayd he, 'I am not so low brought but that I have three brethern / that shall helpe to susteine / and beare out my warre agaynst Charlemagne, & also my foure neuewes, the sonnes of my brother Aymes of Dordon, that ben full fayre knightes, worthy and well taught in faytes of warre.' 'Alas,' sayd than ye duchesse, 'my good lorde, beleve your good counsell; for no man shall prayse you that ye make warre agaynst your right-wyse lorde / and wit it well that it is agaynst the commaundementes of God, & against all equitie. Wherfore, yf ye have misdoone any thing agaynst hym, doo so much that ye be accorded with him. And take

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[none heed to your brethern / as syr Symon dothe counsell you, for never good may come therof, for to oe evyl in favoure with his soverayne Lorde.' Than behelde the duke the duchesse in great wrathe, and bad her that she should holde her peace in ye devilles name, & that she should never more speake to hym of this mater / for in certayne he should not do for the kyng Charlemagne the mountenaunce of a peny. So helde her peace ye duchesse, & sayd that she should speake nomore to hym therof.

Great was the noyse and the bruyte within the palayce of Aygremount, for some counselled the duke, that thus as the duchesse sayd he should doo; and many other sayd nay. Than sayd the duke vnto them that counselled him naye, and that he should not accorde / nor make peace / with the kyng Charlemagne, that he could theym thanke. Muche longe they spake of this mater; and the messangers of the kyng Charlemagne duryng the same / have riden so muche that they ben come to Aygremount. And the castell was set vpon a rocke ryght hye, and well envyroned with stronge walles / thycke, highe, and wel garnyshed with great towres, so that for the strength and sytuacyon of the castell, it was imprenable, but only by famyshynge. Than sayd Lohier to ye lordes that were wyth hym: 'Lordes, nowe see what a fortresse is there / what walles! a ryver renneth at the foote of it; I beleve verely that in al christendome is not her lyke. It can never betake by force, but yf it is by famysshyng.' Than spake a knight that was called Savary, and sayd to Lohier his lorde, 'syr,' sayde he / 'it semeth me (spekynge vnder correction) that my lorde, the kynge Charlemagne, your father, hath enterprised a great foly, whan he troweth to come [a chief de ce due, F. orig. b. iii. back.] to

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[at an ende of this duke of Aygremount, for, in good sothe, he is right puissaunt; and I beleve that he shall make as mani men for to make the warre, as shall my lorde, your father / yf it cam there to that he wolde make hym warre. It were a fayre thynge yf they myght be accorded together; 1and, of my parte I should counsell the same, yf it myght be doone.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. ed. 1480.]

'But well I wot, that yf your father had hym, al ye golde in Paris should not kepe hym, but that he should do hange hym / or els slea him quycke. So beseche I you, ryght deere syr, that ye speake humbly vnto the duke benes of Aygremount, for, in certayne, he is ryght fyers / and outragyous, & incontinent might have there a sore meddle betwene you and hym, wherof the losse should tourne vpon vs, for we ben to few folke.' Than answered Lohier, and sayd to hym, 'that he sayd well and wysely; but alwayes,' sayd he, 'we doubt hym not of any thynge. We be here al redy an hondred knyghtes / well appoynted, and for sothe, yf he say vnto hys anye thynge vnto our dyspleasur, he shal be the fyrst that shall repent and be sory for it.' Than sayd the knight Savare al softly to hymself / that this were not wysely doone; 'for wel I swere,' said he, 'vpon my fayth, that yf it hap you to say any thyng to hym / that by any maner shall displease hym, he shall make you sorye, and shall wreke it vpon your bodye; and, happelye, we shall all be in a waye for to dy. Syr, advyse your selfe well / & wyll to procede prudently in your message. For well I say vnto you that he is ryght cruell, and of greate worthynesse accomplysshed.'

Thus, spekyng of one thyng and of other / rode so longe the messangers, that they ben come to the gate of the castel, which was sone shet by the porter. Then knocked the sayd knightes, and the porter

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[answered to them,' Lordes, what be you?' 'Freende,' answered Lohier / 'open to vs this gate presently, for we wyll speake to the Duke Benes of Aigremount from the kinge Charlemayn.' 'Now abyde you a lytle, and hast you not,' sayd the porter, 'and I wyl goe speake redely to my lorde the Duke.' So went the sayde porter into the halle / where he sawe the Duke his lorde. He kneeled incontynent afore him, & tolde him howe downe at the gate was a right great company of men of armes; and that they were well an hondred men or more, ryght well horsed, & well armed. 'And with them is the eldest sonne of king charlemagne, that strongly threteneth you / and also your folke. My lorde,' sayde the porter, 'shall I open the gates vnto them?' 'Yea,' sayd ye duke, 'for I doubt them nothynge, and we ben ynough for them; and many worthy knyghtes and esquyers / ben no where able for to defende vs all, were Charlemagne himself with them with his puissaunce.' So ran incontinent the porter downe agayne / for to open vnto them the gate. Lohier & his felowes entred within, and mounted vp vnto the dongeon of the castell, where the duke was, that sayd to hys barons: 'Lordes, heere cometh the eldest sonne of the kyng Charlemagne / for to tell me his message; but (bi that god that suffred death and passyon) yf he speake wysely to vs, he shal do as sage; and yf he sayth anything that shall dysplease vs, we shall soone / & without delaye, take vengeaunce therof.' So was the duke Benes well accompanyed, & nobly of wel two hondred knyghtes and more. Thys was in the moneth of May, that all creatures humain ought wel for to reioyce then, and that folke pren and worthy in armes / taken hert and hardinesse / for to defende them self wel, and warre agaynst theyr enemyes. And this during, Lohier, the sonne of king charlemagne, entred into the halle of the Palays of Aygremount

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[ryght nobly armed, and his folke also, and saw the halle ryght well garnysshed of fayre folke rychelye arrayed. And the duke sittynge right proudlye amonge his barons / and the duchesse, hys wyfe, next by him; and before hym his sonne Mawgys, that was a great mayster of the science of Nigromancy, that played afore his father of his art of nigromancy, wherin the Lordes that were there tooke great pleasure; and wit it well that in all the worlde / was not a worthyer chrysten, nor more able, than was the sayd Mawgys, except onlye hys cosyn]

[Caxton B.iii.a] [Here begins Caxton's print. [14 leaves are out of Lord Spencer's unique copy. It begins at Fol. iii. col. 3, 1. 24 o. Copland's edition of 1554.]] Renawde, one of the sones of Aymon / whereof specyally treateth now this historye / Thenne marched fourthe Lohier, & wente in the firste of alle, and after hym his folke by goode conduyte / And salued the duke Benes of Aygremounte in this wyse / wherby moche grete euyll happed to [vnto, ed. 1554. Only a few collations are put, to show how slight are the changes of word in ed. 1554. The spelling varies somewhat.] hym at laste: 'That god that created the firmamente, and made alle thynges [thynge.] of noughte, for the people to susteyne / And in [on.] the crosse suffred deth and passyon for alle soules to be redemed out of the peynes of helle, kepe and saue the / kynge Charlemayne, emperoure [ereperour in text orig. Emperour, 1554.] of Almayne and kynge of Fraunce, and all his noble lynee / and confounde the [thee.] duke Benes of Aygremounte / My fader the kynge by me expressely sendeth to the [thee.] worde, thou come Incontynente to Parys wyth fyue hundred knyghtes, [pour le servir la ou il luy plaira toy emploier, et aussi pour, F. orig. b. iiii. omitted in Caxton.] for to doo to hym ryghte and rayson of thys,

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that thou were not wyth hym in armes in the partyes of Lombardye, for to fyghte ayenst the enmyes of the crysten feyth. Where, by thy fawte, were ded there, Bawdoyn, lorde of Melanke / Greffroy of Bourdelle / and many other grete dukes, prynces, knyghtes, and barons. And yf thou wylte not doo it / I telle the duke Benes that the kynge shalle come vpon the [thee.] wyth an hundred thousande men of armes. Soo shalte thou be take and brought in to Fraunce / And there thou shalt be Iudged as a theef and a false tratour to [vnto.] thy souerayne lorde. for to be fleyen [slayne.] and hanged all quycke, thy wiffe brente, and thi children dystroyed and banysshed. Do therfore this that I commaunde the in the kynges behalue / for thou knowest well that thou arte his man, vaysall, and subgette':

WHan the duke Benes of Aygremounte hadde herde Lohier [ filz du roy Charlemagne, F. orig. b. iiii. back.] thus speke, Thenne, [Than.] yf ye hadde seen hym chaunge [chaunged.] his colour, pouff, [pouffe &.] blowe / as a man cruell prowde and [B. iii. back.] owterageouse, and sayd to Lohier in this maner, 'I shal not goo to kynge Charlemayne, nor noo thynge of his wylle I shale not fulfylle / For I holde nother castelle ne fortresse of hym / But I shal goo vppon him wyth alle my puyssaunce / and shalle dystroye alle the londe of Fraunce vnto Parys' / Thenne [Than.] sayd Lohier vnto duke Benes of Aygremounte, 'Vassaylle,' sayd he, 'how dareste thou answerre thus? And yf the kynge knewe now that thou threteneste hym thus as thou dooste, he sholde come Incontinente vpon the, [thee.] and sholde vtterli dystroye the. Well thou knoweste that thou arte his liege man / and that thou canne not saye ayenste hit / Comme then redeli, and serue thy souerayne lorde, the kynge Charlemayne. And byleue me, yf thou wylle, saue thyne owne lyffe.

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For yf thou doo it not, I make the [thee.] sure and certeyne / that yf he canne haue the by force, that he shalle make the [thee.] to be hanged there as the ayre and the wyndes wyth theyr grete blastes shalle drye vppe the bones of the.' [thee.] Whan the duke herde Lohyer speke to hym in this manere, he stode vppe anone vppon his feete, And sayd that to his euell chere he came there for make to hym his message. Thenne [Than.] came fourthe a knyghte, named syre Water, that was a man of the duke of Aygremount, and sayd to the duke / 'My lorde! kepe, for goodys loue, that ye doo noo folie. lette Lohyer saye alle his wylle. For ye be neuer the worse for his sayenge. And as ye well knowe, kynge Charlemayne is ryght puyssaunte, and soo moche, that there is nother castell, cyte, nor towne neuer soo stronge / that can holde ayenst hym / Goo then to hym by my counseyll. for ye be his man, his vassayll, and his subget / and of hym you holde your castell of Aygremount, and all your londes / And yf ye soo doo / ye shalle doo as sage / and hit [folio B.iiii.a] shalle be your prouffytte, and also of alle your lande. And for to werre ayenste your ryghtewys lorde, noo thynge but euyll can come to you therof.' Whan the duke had herde the wyse knyghte soo [to.] speke, He coude to hym ryghte goode thanke therfore; but alwayes alle angry he sayd to hym, 'Holde your peas / For I shalle holde noo thynge of hym as longe that I shalle maye [be able.] bere armes, and mounte a horsebake. I shall sende for my dere bretherne, Gerarde of Roussyllon, and Dron of Nantuell [Natuell.] / and Garnyer his sone. And thenne we shalle goo vpon kynge Charlemayne / and yf I canne mete wyth hym in ony place, we shall dystroye hym, and shalle doo of hym that he troweth to doo of me / Wene ye that I am a cowarde [cowarde, 1554. cowrade, Caxton.] / nay, by my feyth / For I

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sholde not take all ye golde in Parys / but that I sholde slee the messager. Euylle was to hym whan he durste so threten me' / And thenne [than.] sayd Lohier, 'I nether prayse you nor doubte you not.' Whan the duke Benes of Aygremounte vnderstode Lohier, he wexed for grete wrathe as redde as ony fyre in his face / And beganne to ryse vppe and to calle / 'Now, barons! vppon hym / brynge hym to me / For he shalle neuer be warraunted [wraunted.] but that I shalle make hym to deye shamefully.' And the barons durste not saye ayenst theyr lorde, but drewe alle theyr swerdes, and Incontynente dyde renne vppon Charlemayns folke / And Lohier called his baner; & thenne [than.] beganne he and his folke to deffende theym selfe sharpely; And god knoweth how many heddes and armes were there cutte of that daye / For atte the same owre beganne a thynge / wherof afterwarde soo many ladyes and damoyselles were wythoute husbondes and wythoute louers / Soo many of children faderles, and soo many churches wasted and dystroyed that neuer syth were repayred. What shall [folio B.iiii.b] I telle you more / wyte it that they fought therein [there.] soo longe wythin the halle of the palays, that the noyse wente thoroughe alle the towne. Thenne [than.] sholde ye haue seen the bourgeys, marchauntes, and men of crafte, wyth axes, swerdes, and other wepyns / And came to the castelle warde aboute vii thousande men and more / But the entre of the palays of Aygremounte was narowe. And the frenshe men were wythin, that kepte theym well, that they entred not in atte theyr ease. Alas! what terryble and vnhappy a slaughter was there that daye / For the folke of kynge Charlemayne were but a fewe to the regarde of theym of the other parte / And as ye maye knowe, suche assemble was ryght euyll / Soo

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deffended theym selfe moche nobly and valyauntly the folke of kynge Charlemayne / And soo moche that Lohier, seenge that he and his folke hadde the worse / he smote a knyghte by fore duke Benes of Aygremounte by suche a wyse that he ouerthrewe hym doun deed / 'For the,' sayd he, 'goddys curse haue thou' / And afterwarde he sayd pyteously in waylynge hym selfe, 'Lorde god, that wythin the holy wombe of the blessed vyrgyne Marye toke thy herbowrynge, and suffred dethe and passion for to redeme mankynde / whylte deffende me this daye from shamefull dethe and from tourmente / For I wote well / but yf that your hyghe dyuynyte socoure me this daye, I shalle not see the kynge Charlemayne my fader nomore' / Thenne the duke called highe vpon hym, saynge, 'Lohier, soo helpe me god, this daye shalle be your laste' / 'It shalle not be so,' sayd Lohyer. [Il prit son bracdassier, F. orig. b. v.] And wyth this he smote the duke vppon the hede; but his helme saued hym / And the stroke descended to the hele of hym, soo that the bloode ranne oute. [Parmi la salle.] 'By god,' sayd Lohier, 'ye shall not escape' / Thenne [folio B.v.a] came the duke Benes of Aygremounte to hym as woode and sore an angred / saynge, 'I sholde prayse myselfe full lytyll yf I myghte not auenge me vppon the.' Soo heued vppe the duke his branke of stele, and smote Lohier so harde vppon his bryghte helme that he cleued hym to the teeth / And Lohier felle deed afore hym / vpon the pauemente of the halle. Ha, god, what grete dommage hathe doon the duk Benes of Aygremounte, to haue thus slayne Lohier, the eldest sone of the grete kynge Charlemayne / For afterwarde alle the oost of Fraunce was in moche grete and Innumerable tourmente therefore / and in ryght grete peyne contynuall / And the duke hym selfe deyed therfore full soryly. That was the paymente that he hadde

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for it, as ye here after shalle here yf peasibly ye wyll here me:

NOw is owtrageously slayne the good Lohyer, the eldest sone of kynge Charlemayne / And the duke Benes of Aygremounte, full of cruelnes, toke the hede from the body of hym. And after that the folke of the sayd Lohier, the sone of the grete kynge Charlemayne, sawe theyr lorde ded, thynke ye they made no grete deffence / Alwayes of a hundred that they were entred wythin the palays wyth theyr lorde Lohier, abode there on lyue but xx, wherof the duke incontynente made x of them to be slayne. And the other x he reteyned alyue. and to theym sayd / 'Yf ye wyl promyse and swere to me vpon your othe and feyth of knyghthode that ye shall bere your lorde Lohyer to his fader, the kyng Charlemayne, and saye to hym that I sende to hym his sone Lohyer in good arraye / and that in an euyll houre he dyde sende hym to me for to telle me suche wordes: 1I shall lete you goo quyte & sauf1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. b. vi. back.] / and to hym ye shall saye, that for hym [folio B.v.b] I shalle not doo the mountenaunce of a peny / And that I shalle goo vpon hym in this somer nexte comynge wyth [trente, F. orig. b. vi. back.] forty thousande men / And that I shall destroye hym and alle his lande / They aunswered, 'sire, we shalle doo that. that shalle playse you to commaunde vs' / Thenne the duke dyde doo make redyly a byere / and made the corps of Lohier to be putte wythin the sayd byere. And after he delyuerde hit to his x knyghtes that were lefte on lyue, and putte hit in a carte to drawe wyth two horses. And the duke conueyed theym throughe the towne / And whan they were in the feeldes / the [omitted, F. orig. b. vi.] x knyghtes byganne to wepe, and to make grete moone for theyr lorde Lohier, saynge / 'Alas, my lorde Lohier, what shalle we nowe

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saye for you to the k[y]nge [Knnge in text.] your fader, that soo grete sorowe shale haue / whan he shalle knowe your cruelle deth. We may well be in certeyne that he shalle make vs alle deye' / Thus wepynge and makynge theyr mone for the loue of theyr lorde Lothyer / They roode on theyr waye streyghte to Parys /

¶ But now we shalle here leue to speke of the messagers, and shalle telle you of the kynge 2Charlemayne that was atte Parys,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. b. vi.]

CHarlemayne, that was atte Parys wyth a grete multytude of lordes that were there assembled. And there vpon a daye kynge Charlemayne sayd vnto his lordys and barons / 'Lordes, I am moche wrothe and sory of my sone Lohyer, that I haue sente to Aygremounte / and I feere me sore that they haue taken debate wyth the duke Benes of Aygremounte, whiche is felle and cruell, and I doubte me leste he hathe slayne my sone Lohyer / But by my crowne, yf he haue soo doone, or ony thyng that turneth to dysplaysure or dommage to my sayd sone / I shall go vpon [folio] hym with a hundred thousande men, & shalle make him to be hanged at a gybet' / 'Syre,' sayd the goode duke Aymes of dordon, 'I shall commende you ryghte sore yf he hathe offended agaynst you, that ye make punyssyon thereof and wrek on hym grete vengaunce. He ys your liege man, and oughte to serue / prayse / and honoure you, and to holde alle hys londe of you / Alwayes yf he hathe trespassed ayenst you in ony manere / I am ryghte sory for hit. And yf ye haue a cause to be wrothe wyth hym, I haue here my foure sones; that is, to wytte, Reynawde, Alarde, Guycharde, and Rycharde, that ben ryghte valyaunte, as ye, syre, welle knowe, whiche shalle be trusty and true to you' / 'Aymon,' sayd the kynge Charlemayne,'I conne you

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grete thanke of the offre that now ye haue doon to me. And it is my wylle that ye make theym to come hether presentely, to the ende that I make theym knyghtes / And I shalle gyue to theym castelles, towres, and townes, and cytees ynoughe' / Thenne sente the duke Aymes incontynente for his children, and made theym to come afore kynge Charlemayne. And whan the kynge Charlemayne sawe theym, they playsed hym moche. And Reynawde was the firste that spake, and sayd, 'Syre, if it playse you for to make vs knyghtes / we shals be euer redy for to serue you and your noble lordeshyppe' / Thenne the kynge Charlemayne called his stywarde, and sayd to hym, 'Brynge to me the armes that were the kynge Cedres, whiche I haue wyth my handes slayne in bataylle byfore Pampelune. And I shalle gyue theym to the gentylle Reynawde / as to hym that is as I were, the mooste valyaunte of alle. And of other goode armes I shalle gyue to the other three bretherne' / Soo broughte there the stywarde the armes, that were full fayre and ryche; and [folio] thenne were armed the foure gentyll bretherne, children to the goode Aymes of Dordonne / and Ogyer of Denmark, that was of their kynne, dyde on theyr spores to the newe knyghte Reynawde. And the kynge Charlemayne girde hym his swerde / And then he doubed hym to a knyghte, sayenge, 'God encrease in the [thee.] goodnes / honoure / and worthynes.' And thenne mounted Reynawde on horsebacke vpon Bayarde / that was suche a horse that neuer was his like in alle the worlde, nor neuer shalle be, excepte Busifall, the horse of the grete kynge Alexandre; for as to haue ronne [dix licux F. orig. ed. 1480.] xxx myle togyder wolde neuer haue sweted. The sayde Bayarde, this horse, was growen in the Isle of Brousean / and Mawgis, the sone of the duke Benes of Aygremounte, hadde gyuen hit to his cosin Reynawde /

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that after made the kynge Charlemayne full of wrothe and sory. As ye shall nowe here herafter.

REynawde was a horsbak wyth a shelde paynted hanginge att his necke / and thwerled his swerde by grete fyersnesse. And wytte well that he was a fayr knyghte, vounderfull grete and well founded. and of hym was a fayr sighte / for well he semed one of the most valyaunte knyghtes that men coude fynde in alle the worlde. And the barons that were there, sayd / 'Ha, god, what a fayre knyghte is he / neuer was, nor shall be, seen soo fayer a man of armes as Reynawde / god encrease to hym honoure and worthinesse, goodnesse and pryse! 'And after, were moche honourabli and worthyly arayed and armed, the other three bretherne of Reynawde / and syth lyghte alle on horsebacke vnder saynte Vyctor, nyghe Parys / Thenne made the kynge Charlemayne to sette vppe in the grounde a poste [folio B.vii.a] ayenste whiche he made the newe knyghtes to assaye theym selfe / They Iousted moche worthyly / but Reynawde / iousted beste vpon hys horse bayarde / And ryght well lyked and were agreable to Charlemayne, the fayttes of the valyaunt knyghte Reynawde, to whom the kyng sayd, 'reynawde, from hens forth ye shall come wyth vs in bataylle.' And Reynawde answerde hym in thys manre / 'Syre, god yelde it you an hundred thousande tymes / and I promytte yow in goode feyth to obeye and serue you truly / nor neuer ye shall fynde my selfe in noo forfaytte, But yf it come of you.'

THemperoure Charlemayne, after the ioustyng doon, retourned to his palays in Parys / Thenne he resoned wyth his prynces and barons / And there were the duke Naymes of bauyres, Oger the dane / and the archebysshop Turpyn / and sayd to theym in this wyse / Barons,' sayd he,' I canne not merueylle me to

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moche of Lohier, my eldeste sone, that taryeth soo longe in hys message. I haue grete fere that some inconuenyence be happed vnto him. I dremed this nighte in my slepe, that the thonder bolte felle vpon my sone Lohier [si que il estoit tout pasme, F. orig. b. vii.] / and thenne came the duke Benes of Aygremounte vpon him, and smote his hede of / But by my berde, yf he haue doo soo, whiles he lyueth he shall neuer accorde wyth me / nor I shall neuer haue ioye atte my herte; for it is he that I loue best in this worlde.' 'Syre,' sayd the duke Naymes,' I byleue not suche thynges, nor to suche dremes ye shalle not gyue noo credence' / 'Alwayes,' sayd the kynge, 'yf he haue doon soo / I shall neuer leuer hym the value of a peny / for I shall sende for the normans, the bernygers, the flamynges / the champenoys / the almayns, ye banyers, & for englishemen; so shalt I goo vpon hym, & shall vtterly dystroye [folio B.vii.b] hym' / And Naymes sayd euer to hym, that he sholde not fraye hym selfe of noo thynge tyll that he knewe the certente. And as they spoke this, there came rydynge a messager vpon a horse fauell, sore, seke and wery, and also sore wounded to the deth. He came to Parys afore the palays, where kynge Charlemayne was at the wyndowes. And whan he sawe come the messager, he came doun lyghtely [en bas du palays, F. orig. b. vii.] from the palays halle to the gate / and wyth hym, Naymes of Bauyre and Ogyer the dane / And whan the messager sawe the kynge, he salued hym full softe, as that he was ryght sory and sore wounded, and that wyth peyne myghte speke / And sayd in this manere / 'grete folye ye dyde, whan ye dyde sende my lorde, your sone, for to aske trybute and obeyssaunce of the duke Benes of Aygremounte, the whiche trybute your sone asked hym shamfully. But the duke, whiche is sore felle and cruell, whan he herde speke my sayd

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lorde, your sone / he commaunded to a meyne of knyghtes that were there, that he sholde be take, and that he sholde neuer retourne ayen to yow for to recounte hys message, nor what answere he hadde founde. To the whiche takynge, the medlee was grete and cruell / soo that your dere sone Lohier was ded there. And the duke Beynes of Aygremounte kylled hym and alle your folke, excepte me and ix other, that conduytte and brynge your sone in a byere. And I myselfe am sore hurte, as ye maye see.' And thenne the messager coude speke nomore / but felle doun in a swoune, of the grete gryeffe and sore that he felte, bycause of his woundes / And whan the kynge hadde herde these wordes / he felle doun vpon the grounde for the grete sorow that he toke therof, and wrange his handes / and pulled his berde / and tare alle his heres, saynge, 'Ha, god that made heuen and erthe, ye haue broughte [folio B.viii.a] me in grete sorowe and tournement irrecouerable, that neuer shall ceasse wyth me / so requyre I to you the deth humbly / For neuer more desire I not to lyue' / The goode duke of Bauyre began to recomforte hym / saynge, 'For goddis loue, syre, tourmente not your selfe / but haue goode herte, and hope in god and recomforte your folke' / And this wolde saye the duke Naymes for theym that he sawe wepe there for theyr kynnesmen and frendes that were ded wyth Lohyer. 'And do,' saye he to the kyng, 'late your sone be worshyfully buryed atte saynte Germayne of the medowes / And thenne ye shall goo vpon the cluke Benes of Aygremount, wyth alle your noble power and grete puyssaunce / and shall dystroye hym and alle his lordes atte your playsure.' Thenne the kynge Charlemayne recomforted hym selfe / and well he knewe that Naymes counseylled hym truly and lawfully / Thenne sayd the kynge / 'barons, make you redy / and we

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shall goo ayenste my dere sone Lohier' / And incontynente all the prynces and barons made theym selfe redy for to do the commaundement of the kynge / And whan they were goon two myle oute of Parys, they mette wyth the corps / And were there wyth the kynge, Naymes / Ogyer, Sampson of bourgoyne, and many other grete lordes / Thenne sayde the kyng Charlemayne whan he sawe the body of his dere sone Lohier / 'Alas, how shamefully am I treated' / he descended from his horse a foote, and toke vppe the clothe that was vppon the byere, and byhelde his sone Lohier. Thenne sawe he the hede that was smytten of from the body, and the face that was [tout detrauche, F. orig. b. viii.] alle to hewen / 'Ha, god,' sayd he / 'how well may I be madde now alle quycke. Well I oughte to hate that duke Benes of Aygremounte, that thus hathe murdered my sone' / he thenne kyssed his childe alle bloody [folio B.viii.b] full often, and sayd in this wyse / 'Ha, fayre sone, ye were a talle man and a gentyll knyghte; now praye I the puyssaunte god of glorye, that he take your soule thys daye, yf it be his plesure, into his royame of paradyse' / Grete sorowe made the kynge Charlemayne for the deth of his sone Lohier; But alwayes recomforted hym the goode duk naymes. And thenne Ogyer the dane, and sampson of Bourgoyn, 3toke hym vnder the armes,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. b. viii.] and ledde hym vnto saynte Germayne of the medewes. And there the body of Lohier was buryed and ennoynted wyth balme, as it apperteyneth to alle the sones of kynges. Thus was he putte in his graue: god haue of his soule mercy!

We shalle leue here to speke of the goode kynge Charlemayne, that was moche sory of his sone Lohier / as ye haue herde / and shall tell you of the goode duke Aymon, of Renawde his sone / and of hys

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thre bretherne that were at Parys / 'My chyldren,' sayd Aymon, 'ye knowe how the kyng Charlemayne is moche wroth, and not wythoute a cause, by cause that my broder, your vncle, hath slayne Lohier his sone. And I wote well that he shall go vpon hym wyth all his puyssaunce / but verely we shall not goo wyth hym / But rather shalle we goo to Dordonne, and yf the kyng make werre ayenste hym / we shall helpe hym wyth all our powre / Soo lyghted anone on horsebak the goode duke Aymon and the foure knyghtes his children, and bayted noo where tyll they came to Laon / and from thens they rode soo long tyll they came to Dordonne. And whan the lady sawe her lorde and her foure children, she was ryght gladde, and wente agaynste theym for to welcome theym, and asked after tydynges, and yf Reynawde and his other chydren were made knyghtes / Thenne the goode duk answered 'ye'; [folio C.i.a] and after, she asked whi they were departed for the kynges courte. [dauecqs le roy Charlemague, F. orig. b. viii.] And thenne he rehersed vnto her worde by worde how his broder, the duke Benes, had slayne Lohier, the sone of the kynge Charlemayn / wherof the goode lady Margerye was wounderfull wroth and sory; for well she knew that this deth of Lohier was the totalle dystructyon of the duke Aymon her husbonde, of herselfe, and of her children, and of theyr londe. She herde Reynawde her eldest sone, that thretened Charlemayne the grete kyng / thenne sayd to hym the lady his moder / 'My sone Reynawde, I praye the vnderstande me a lityll / Loue thy souerayne and thy naturell lorde / and drede hym aboue all thynge; but bere hym honour and reuerence / and god shall reward the for it / and ye, my lorde Aymon, I am moche merueylled of you, that are departed from Charlemayne wythoute leue of hym, that hath doon to you soo moche goode and soo grete

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worship, and hathe gyuen to your sones soo noble and soo ryche armes, and hathe made theym knyghtes wyth his owne handes / more grete honoure he myghte not doo to you nor to your chyldren' / 'Lady,' sayd the duke, 'we be thus departed from kynge Charlemayne by cause that my broder hathe slayne his sone, as I haue tolde you afore' / 'Ha, god,' sayd the lady, 'that of the vyrgyn was borne in bedeleym, how hath ye euyl thys daye surmounted ye goode / For goddys loue, my lorde,' sayde the lady, 'medlee not wyth alle, for ye shalle see this nexte somer that the kynge shalle goo vpon your broder / and by my counseyll serue the kynge, your ryght-wys lorde, nor faylle hym not for noo thyng / For yf ye doo otherwyse, ye shall be vntrue and false towarde your souerayne and naturell lorde.' 'Lady,' sayd the duke, 'by god omnypotente I wolde leuer haue loste my castell & the halfe of my londe / than that my broder sholde haue [folio C.i.b] slayne Lohier. Now the wyll of god be doon therin, and none otherwyse.'

To speke of the good duke Aymon of Dordonne, and of his wiff the duchesse, and of theyr sones / we shall here leue, and shall retourne to speke of the kynge Charlemayne that was come again to Parys / makynge grete sorow for his son Lohier. There had you seen many a gowne torne and broken / many a hande wrongen, and many heres of the hede pulled, soo that it was pyte & wonder for to see. 2'Alas, my dere sone,' sayd kynge Charlemayne2 [2—2 et le roy demenoit le roy qui ... F. orig. c. i.] / 'he that hath slayn the soo cruelly, loued me but lityll. I shall neuer be in quyete nor in rest tyll that I haue take vengance of thy deth.' 'Syre,' sayd the duke Bauyere, 'haue mercy of your selfe / For it behoueth not to soo grete a prince as ye be, for to make soo grete sorowe as ye doo' / And in the meane while came a messager afore

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the kyng / whiche shewed to hym how Aymon / the duke of Dordonne, & his foure sones, were go on in to theyr countree / wherof the kyng was sore an angred & wrothe, And sware god and saynt Denys, that afore he sholde deye, that Aymon and his chyldren sholde abye full sore for it, and that the duke Benes of Aygremount [ne ses freres ne ses ēfās, F. orig. c. i.] shold not kepe theym therfro. The dyner was redy, & they wysshe their handes, and were sette at dyner / but wyte it that the kynge dyde ete but lityll / as he that was in grete malencolye; and ye fayr Salamon serued that daye afore hym the coppe / & grete people was there. After dyner, themperoure charlemayne dyde reyson wyth his barons, & sayd to theym: 'lorde[s],' sayde he, 'ye duke Benes of Aygremounte hath doon to me grete outrage, that soo shamfully hath slayne my sone lohier / But, & it playse god, I shall go wreke it vpon hym this nexte somer, & I shall dystroye all his londe; and yf I maye take hym, I shall not leue hym, [folio C.ii.a] for the duke Aymon that shamfully is goon from me / nor for his foure sones that I haue made knyghtes, wherof I me repente sore, but that I shall make [t]hem to be hanged' / 'Syre,' sayd thenne the duke Naymes, 'now here what I shall saye to you / your sone is ded by grete vnhappe, and well in an euyll oure was he put to deth, for neuer dethe was so sore solde ne so dere boughte as this shall be / So sende now for your folke thrughe all your londes, & thenne from hens towarde Aygremount take your waye. And yf ye may take the duke Benes / lete the deth of your sone lohier be to hym full dere solde.'

'Naymes,' sayd the kyng, 'ye be a good man / sage, curtois, & valyaunt. euyn thus shall I doo / for well wyselli ye haue counseylled me' / Thenne gaaf he leue to many of his barons and gentyll men

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that were in his courte at that tyme, and tolde theym that eche of theym sholde goo in to his countree for to make theymselfe redy, and that they sholde come ayen to hym the nexte somer. Soo was it doon as the kynge had commaunded. And thus wente the barons & the gentyllmen 1from the courte into their countrey,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. c. ii. back.] and by theym were tydynges broughte thrughe all the londes vnto Rome / That kynge / Charlemayne made a grete assemble of men of armes, soo that the renomme therof floughe vnto the duke Benes of Aygremountes court / whiche of that other parte dyd sende for his kynsmen & frendes / & in especyall he sente for his bredern Gerarde of roussyllon and Dron of nantuell / soo that they were whan they came togider well foure score thousande fyghtyng men & moo / and as fayre folke as euere were seen / whiche thenne sayd 'I byleue, yf the kynge beseege the castelle that the worsse shalle retourne vnto hym' / Thenne sayd the duke Benes of Aygremounte to Gerarde of Roussillon, [folio C.ii.b] 'Broder,' sayd he, 'be not dyssmayd / for I hope to hurte the kynge soo sore yf he come vppon vs, that he shall be wery of his bargayn / but lete vs goo fourth towarde Troye 3in champayne,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. c. ii.] and / there we shall fyghte wyth the kyng vygorously / for well I wote that god shall helpe vs ayenste hym' / This was atte the begynnyng of the moneth of Maye, and Charlemayne was at Parys / that abode after his men that sholde come for to goo wyth a grete puyssaunce vpon the duke Benes of Aygremounte. And bode not longe, that Rycharde of Normandy cam to the kyng with xxx thousande fyghtyng men. And of a nother side, came to hym the erle Guy, that hadde wyth hym a ryght noble and a grete company of goode men. And [Amd in text.] after hym came Salamon of bretayne, and the erle Huon; and of all sides

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ye sholde haue seen come to the kynge Charlemayne, Poeteuyns, Gascoyns, Normans, Flemynges, Bernyers, & Bourgoyns / and so many other grete lordes that it was grete wonder for to see / whiche come all, & lodged theym selfe in ye medowes of saynte Germayne.

Thenne whan the kyng Charlemayne knewe that his folke was all arryued, he had of yt grete Ioye / and incontynente made his bataylles to departe / for to go to his enterpryse; and made of Rycharde of Normandy, of Walleran of bryllon, of Guydellon of banyere, of Yzacar of Nemours, of Oger the dane / and of Esconf the sone of Oedon, wyth theym xl thousande men, his forewarde / There sholde ye haue seen a ryght noble companye, and many hardy men. They departed from nyghe Parys / and putte theym selfe to the waye streyghte towarde Aygremounte. And they thus rydynge after many dayes Iourney, whiche I canne not telle, came there streyghte to Ogyer the dane, that was [folio C.iii.a] in the forewarde, a messager sore hastily rydyng / that asked to whom was this noble companye / And he answered to hym, that they were kynge Charlemaynes folke. Thenne sayd, 2Syr, the messager,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. c. ii.] that he wolde well speke wyth hym. Thenne went Oger the dane, and shewed hym to the kynge / And assoone as the messager sawe hym, he made hym due reuerence / and the kyng gaaf hym ayen his salute / and hym demaunded what he was and fro whens he come. And the messager tolde hym that he was of Troye / and that vnto hym he was sent from Aubrey, the lorde of Troye, that was his liege man, [car il tenoit de luy Troye, F. orig. c. ii.] whiche besoughte hym humbli for socoures, for the duk Benes of Aygremounte, and his two brederne, Gerarde of Roussyllon and Dron of nantuel, and wyth theym an hundred thousande fyghtyng men, had beseged

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hym wythin Troye; and that yf he come not to helpe hym, he muste yelde vp the towne, and also the fayre towre that Julyus Cesar dyde buylde there.

Whan Charlemayne the emperour vnderstode that Troye was beseged by the duke Benes and his bretherne / he was full sory for hit. And he swore thenne by saynt Denys of Fraunce, that he sholde goo there wyth his army, and that yf he myghte holde the duke of Aygremounte, he sholde make hym deye a shamfull deth. Soo called he the duke Naymes of Bauyere / Goodebew of Fryse / and the duk walleran, and sayd to theym, 'Barons, ye vnderstond what this messager sayth / lete vs ryde hastely towarde Troy or it be take.' And they answered to hym ryght gladly that they wolde doo it soo / Soo dyde they rydde a goode paas till that they came nyghe Troye / And fyrste of alle came the forewarde wyth the Oryflame / of the whiche were gouernours Oger the Dane / Rycharde of Normandye: and [folio C.iii.b] the duke Walleran / and [with] theym fourty [trente, F. orig. c. ii.] thousande men / and the messager of Troye that conduytted theym / And whan they were comen soo nyghe that they sawe Troye afore theym, a messager came to Gerarde of Roussyllon that was afore Troye / saynge to hym that the kyng Charlemayne came vpon theym, for to socoure Aubrey wyth a ryght grete and puyssaunte companye / Thenne sayd Gerarde to his bretherne / That is to wyte, duke Benes of Aygremounte and the erle Dron of Nantuell, 'that it were goode that they sholde goo ayenste kynge Charlemayne wyth all theyr puyssaunce, and that eche of theym sholde preue hym selfe a goode man' / They dyde soo as they hadde deuysed, and Gerarde of Roussyllon was the fyrste in the forewarde; and they roode soo longe tyll that the one partye sawe the other. Thenne sayd Ogyer the Dane to Rycharde of Normandye, whan he

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sawe come Gerarde of Roussyllon / 'See,' sayd he, 'how Gerarde of Roussyllon weneth for to fare fowll wyth vs. But now lete vs thynke for to diffende vs well, soo moche that the worshyppe abyde to the kynge Charlemayne / and to vs' / And thenne they lete renne theyr horses from one parte and from the other / And Gerarde of Roussyllon went and smote an Almayn wyth his spere soo moche, that he made it to entre thorughe the body of hym, whiche felle anone deed to the grounde. And Gerarde toke his baner and cryed wyth an highe voys / 'Roussillon, Roussyllon!' [omitted, F. orig. c. iii. back.]

Thenne beganne the bataylle sore strong, felle, and cruell. And when Oger the dane sawe thus his folke deye, he was woode and mad wyth hit / Soo wente he, and smote a knyghte named Ponson by suche a wyse, that he putte his spere thorughe the body of hym, whiche felle doun [folio C.iiii.a] deed afore him. And whan Gerarde hadde seen the same, he wente and smote one of Ogyers men / soo that alle deed he cast hym afore hym / 3And thenne he sayd,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. c. iii. back.] 'Ye haue this for your maysters sake, Ogyer' / Moche grete and merueyllouse was the stoure, and the bataill soo fyers. For there sholde ye haue seen soo many of sheldes perced and clouen / and soo many a haubergeon broken / and salettes and helmes vnbocled and sore beten / and soo many men lienge vpon thother deed, that all the erthe was couered wyth the blood of the deed men, and of theym that were hurte there, soo that it was a grete pyte for to see. And thenne came the duke Benes of Aygremounte, that spored hys horse terryble, and wente and smote Enguerran, lord of Peronne and of saynte Quyntyne, soo harde, that he ouerthrewe hym deed afore hym, and thenne sayd, 'Now goo, goddys curse haue thou!' and cryed wyth an highe voys, 'Aygremounte' / And thenne

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came to him his brother, the duke of Nantuell, wyth all his folke, and they wente all togyder vpon Charlemaynes folke. And of the other parte came wyth grete puyssaunce Almayns, Poeteuyns, and Lombardes also, that were of the parte of kyng Charlemayne / So medled theymself the one partye among the other / And there was moche harde and horryble assemble / For there were slayne many myghty and worthy knyghtes of bothe sydes / And Rycharde of Normandye shewed well there his grete prowesse and worthynes / for he wente and smote a knyghte that Gerarde of Roussyllon loued moche, by suche a streyngthe that he ouerthrewe hym deed from hys horse to the erthe afore the sayd Gerarde / whiche thenne sayd / 'Now am I well sory and wrothe for hym that now ys deed, that I loued soo sore. Certes, I shall neuer haue Ioye atte my herte but that I be auenged [folio C.iiii.b] therof shortely.' Thenne toke Gerarde of Roussyllon his baner in his fyste / but his broder of Nantuell came [Promptement, F. orig. c. iii.] anone to hym and sayd, 'Broder, I counseylle you that ye tourne agayn / for here cometh Charlemayne wyth his folke, and well I telle you, that yf we abyde hym / the losse shalle torne vpon vs.' And whyle they were spekyng thus, Walleron of Bollon smote the neuew of Gerarde of Roussillon soo that he foyned atte hym wyth his swerde thrughe the body of hym, and felle doun deed to the erthe. Thenne trowed Gerarde to haue goon oute of his wytte / and sente [querir, F. orig. c. iii.] anone for the duke Benes his broder, that he sholde come soone to socoure hym / And he dyde soo as preu and valyaunte that he was. And of the other side assembled there the kynge and his folke. ¶ Soo shall you now here of a thyng merueyllouse, of soo grete a noblesse, that at the same feelde were cruelly slayne / This was in the moneth of Maye,

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vpon a mornyng, that kyng Charlemayne dide assemble his folke wyth the folke of the duke of Aygremounte and of his bretherne / to the whiche assemble ye sholde haue seen many fayr harneyses shynyng, for the sonne that fayr and clere was that daye, the whiche assemblee was wonderfull stronge / For there were so many feet and hedes smytten of, and so many good horses slayne, 1and tho ther ranne thrughe the medowes, wherof the maysters leye deed vpon the grasse.1 [1—1 et les aultres courir parmi les prez dont les maistres gisoiēt mors par dessus lerbe.] And wyte it for trouth, that there were deed that same daye of the one side and of the other, more than xl [lx, in F. orig. c. iii.] thousande men. Ha, god, what slaughter! there was moche grete noblesse deed. The duk Benes, sore angred, went and smote sire Walter, lorde of Pyerelee, in his shelde, soo that his spere wente thorughe the body of hym, and felle doun deed afore hym. Thenne cryed he wyth an highe voys, 'his banere, [folio C.v.a] Aygremounte!'

Grete was the preesse / and the bataylle fyers and merueyllouse. And there shewed Rycharde of Normandye moche worthyly his grete hardynes / For he Iousted ayenste the duke of Aygremounte soo that he perced his sheelde, and dyde hurte hym ryght sore / And sayd to hym / 'By god, ye shall not this daye escape dethe. It was an euyll daye for you whan ye dyde slee my lorde Lohyer' / And wyth that, he dyd drawe oute his swerde / And smote the duke agayne vpon his helme / in suche a wyse that yf it hadde not be the coyffe of stele that made his stroke to slyde / the sayd benes hadde be deed that houre. And the stroke felle doun vpon the horse, and cutte the horse in two, as thoughe hit had be noo thyng; and thus felle the horse deed vnder his mayster / Thenne was the duke Benes sore abasshed whan he thus founde hymselfe

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a grounde / But he stoode vppe on his feete redyly, as he that was preu and valyaunte, holdyng hys swerde in his hande / And wente and smote a knyghte named sire Symon, soo that he kylled hym sterke deed in the place / And thenne he called wyth an highe voys / Aygremounte his baner. Thenne came to hym his two bretherne / the duke of Roussyllon and of Nantuell / And of the side of kynge Charlemayne came Ogyer, Naymes, Walleran of Bollon, Huon lorde of Mauns, the erle Salamon, Leon of Fryse, the archebyshop Turpyn, and Escouf the sone of Oedon / And thenne sholde ye haue seen there, at that assemble, moche grete and merueyllouse noblesse of knyghtes that leye deed vpon the erthe, the one vpon the other, that it was a pyetous sighte to be-holde.

To this inhumayn occysion was come themperoure Charlemayn, [de France, F. orig. c. iv. back.] crryeng, 'barons, yf they escape vs, we shal [folio C.v.b] neuer haue honoure' / and thenne he bare vppe his spere to the reest, and wente and smote in to the shelde of Gerarde of roussyllon, so that he ouerthrewe bothe horse and man to the grounde / And there hadde be his last daye, yf hit hadde not be the duke Benes and Dron, his bretherne / that moche worthyly, and wyth grete deligence, socoured hym. Of that other partye, came Ogyer the Dane, vpon his goode horse Broyforte, that smote a knyghte of the folke of Gerarde, duke of Roussyllon, called sire Foulquet, soo that he cloue hym to the teeth, and felle doun deed to the erth. And whan Gerarde of Roussillon sawe thus his knyghte slayne, he called to god and to our lady, sayng, 'Well haue I this day loste my fayr and goode knyghte.' And the duke of Aygremounte was sore abasshed, and prayed god also full pyetously that it wolde playse hym to kepe hym from deth, and from fallyng into the handes of Charlemayne. Nyghe

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was the sonne vnder, and it was well aboute complyn tyme / and the fyghters of the one parte and of the other were wery and sore chauffed / And soo wythdrewe the thre bretherne abacke to their tentes wyth moche wrathe / and in especyall Gerarde of Roussyllon, that hadde loste that daye Aymanoy his cosyn, and a hundred other of the beste Knyghtes of his company / And he sayd in this wyse / 'An euyll houre it was whan the sone of Charlemayne was slayne' / Thenne came to hym the duke Benes of Aygremounte bledynge, as he that was horrybly wounded / And whan Gerarde sawe hym / he began to sighe tenderly, saynge / 'Fayr brother, are ye wounded to dethe?' 'Nay,' sayd he, 'I shall soone be hole.' Thenne swore Gerarde the duke of Roussyllon, that to morowe atte the sonne rysynge / He sholde begynne agayne the bataylle ayenste kynge Charlemayne and his [folio] folke, wherfore xxx thousande shall lose theyr lyues. 'Alas, for god, nay,' sayd his broder, the duke Nantuell. 'But yf ye wyll doo my counseyll we shall sende xxx. of the wysest knyghtes that we haue, vnto kyng Charlemayne, and by our sayd knyghtes we shall doo hym to wyte, and shewe humbli that he haue pyte and mercy of vs, and that the duke Benes our brother shall amende hym the deth of his sone Lohier, euen soo as it shall be aduysed by the prynces and barons of his felaushyp and of ours / and ye knowe well all redy that we ben his liege men, and that for to werre ayenste hym we doo cruell falshed / And yet more it is / that yf he had lost all his folke that he [qu'il amene sur nous, F. orig. c. iiii.] hath here wyth hym / or euer that it were a moneth passed he sholde haue recouered twys as many / soo maye we no thyng doo ayenst hym / And therfore maye we noo thyng doo ayenst hym; and therfore I praye you, my brethern, that ye

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well doo thus' / And to hym answered his two brethern that they wolde doo it / syn that he counseylled theym soo; And concluded togyder that they sholde sende thyther as soone as it were daye. They made that nyghte good watche vnto the mornyng / and thenne they made redy theyr messagers for to sende to the kyng Charlemayne. And whan they were redy / Gerarde of roussyllon sayd to theym / 'Lordes, saye well to kynge Charlemayne that we be sore dysplaysed of the deth of his sone Lohier, and that our brother, the duke Benes, repenteth hymselfe of it full sore, & that yf it playse hym to haue mercy of vs, that we shall go and serue hym where it shall playse hym to sende vs, wyth x thousande fyghtyng men / And also ye shall saye to Naymes of bauyere, that we praye hym that we he wyll employe hymselfe towarde the kynge Charlemayne, that this accorde maye be hadde.' [folio]

After that the messagers hadde well alle alonge vnderstande what they sholde saye to the kynge Charlemayne from the thre bretherne dukes / They lyghted on horsebacke eche of theym / berynge braunches of olyue tree in their handes, In token of peas / And ceassed not to ryde tyl that they were come afore the tente of the kynge Charlemayne / Thenne spake one of theym, whiche was named Steuyn / that salued the kynge in this manere /

'Syre, I praye [celluy dieu q' forma noz pere et mere adam, et eue createur de toutes choses, benoise vous roy Charlemagne, F. orig. c. v. back.] our lorde that of his grace gyue you goode lyfe and longe / And wyte, syre, that the duke Gerarde of Roussyllon, & the duke Benes of Aygremount, and Dron of Nantuell, ben comen hider, the whiche crye you mercy / and byseche you ryght humbly that it playse you to pardone theym the dethe of your

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sone Lohyer / of the whiche they are wrothe and sory. And the duke of Aygremounte lete you wyte by vs / that yf hyt be your playsure to doo soo, that he and his bretherne shalle be your liegemen, [Et luz et ses freres Gerart de Roussyllon et Dron de Natuel les quelz vous viedrot servir.] And shalle come to serue you wyth x thousande fyghtynge men in alle that shalle be your playsure to employe theym / Syre, for godys sake, haue remembraunce that god forgaffe his dethe to Longys, that cruelly stycked hym to the herte; [de sa lauce, F. orig. c. v.] wherfore, syre, playse it you to pardone theym, and take theym to your goode grace. And of this right humbly they beseche you.'

Whan the kynge Charlemayne hadde thus herde speke the messagers of the thre bretherne / He frompeled his forhede, and knytted his browes, and loked ful angrely / And atte that owre he answered to theym noo thynge / And thenne soone after he beganne to speke in this manere: 'By my feyth, Sir Steuyn,' sayd he, 'well had the duke Benes lost his wyttes whan he soo shamfully slewe [folio C.vii.a] my dere sone Lohier, the [we in text.] whiche I loued soo tenderly. Now, is he my man? wyll he or not?' 'Syre,' sayd Steuyn, 'I am certeyne that he shalle doo to you alle rayson to the dyrectyon of your goode counseylle' / Then sayde the kyng, 'of this we shalle counseylle vs' / And wythdrewe hym a lityll a side / and called to hym duke Naymes, Ogyer the dane / sire Salamon, Huon of Mauns, Walleron of Boullon / Odet of Langres, and Leon of Fryse, and sayd to theym / 'Lordes, here ben the messagers of the duke Benes & of his brethern, that sende me worde that they wyll come to serue me where my wylle shall be, wyth x thousande goode fyghtynge men / yf we wyll pardonne theym the dethe of my sone Lohier; And they shall be oure

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vassaylles and treue liege men; And of vs they shalle holde theyr londes and theyr lordeshyppes' / 'Syre,' answered the duke Naymes, 'in this is noo thynge but well. Soo counseylle I you that ye pardoune theym / For [car les troys ducs, F. orig. c. v.] they be moche valyaunte / and of grete renowne; wherfore pardoune theym, yf it playse you.'

Thenne by the counseylle of the duke Naymes of Bauyere, the kyng dyde pardoune the thre bretherne, and called to hym the thre [omitted, F. orig. c. v.] knyghtes / and sayd to theym / how he pardouned the thre dukes the dethe of his sone Lohier / by suche a condycyon that the duke Benes of Aygremounte sholde come for to serue hym atte the feste of saynte Iohnn [baptiste, F. orig. c. v.] nexte comynge wyth ten thousande fyghtynge men well arrayed. 'And ye shalle telle to theym, that they surely come now to me for to take of theym theyr othe and feyth, that they shalle from hens fourthe / obeye and serue me truly; And that of me they shalle holde alle theyr landes.' Thenne departed the knyghtes from afore kynge Charlemayn, & cam ayen to the dukes, and shewed to theym how they [folio C.vii.b] had sped of their message wyth the kynge, wherof the thre bretherne thanked moche humbly oure lorde / Thenne sayde the duke Rycharde [Girart de Roussillon a ses freres, c. v. F. orig.] of Roussillon, 'it is rayson that we take of [off.] oure goode gownes, and goo to the kynge naked, and crie hym mercy of this that we haue thus offended ayenst his highe puyssaunce and lordeshyppe' / And the other two bretherne answered that well they oughte to doo soo / Soo toke the noble knyghtes theyr clothes of, [off.] and alle naked, bare fote, and in poure estate, departed from theyr lodges / And well foure thousande knyghtes wyth theym, alle bare fote & in theyr shertes, and in suche estate as were theyr maysters. In thys

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wyse they came to fore the kynge Charlemayne, And wyte well that in ryght grete humylite were sette the thre bretherne for to haue peas and accorde wyth the kynge Charlemayne, that was wrothe to theym, specyally to the duke of Aygremounte / as more playnly ye shalle here hereafter.

Whan kynge Charlemayne sawe thus come the thre bretherne wyth theyr barons and knyghtes, he called to hym the duke Naymes and many other barons / and sayd to theym / 'Canne not ye telle me what folke ye see yonder commynge?' / 'Syre,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'it is duk Benes of Aygremounte wyth his folke / that come for to requyre you of mercy' / This hangynge, the duke Benes of Aygremounte came afore the kynge, and caste hym selfe vpon his knee / and sayd to hym in this wyse / 'Syre, for god I crye you mercy; we ben here comen by your commaundement / Yf I haue sleyne your dere [omitted, F. orig. c. vi. back.] sone by my foly, I now (as your man) yelde me and my bretherne also, Gerarde of roussillon & Dron of nantuel, & wyll be your liege men & serue you wyth all our pussaunce where your plaisur [folio C.viii.a] shalle be to sette vs vnto / and neuer dayes of our lyues we shall faylle you / but yf it be longe of you' /

Thenne whan the kyng sawe theym thus come humbli towarde his presence in theyr shertes, and barefoote, & had herde this that the duke of Aygremounte had sayd to hym / he had of them right grete pyte / and pardouned theym the deth of his sone Lohier, & all his euyll wyll / Thenne shold ye haue seen from one parte and from the other, kysse and colle eche other theyr kynsmen / and some wepte for ioye, & thother for pyte.

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Naymes. thenne sware and promysed the thre brethern good fidelite 1to the kynge Charlemayne1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. c. vi. back.] / and that they sholde serue hym at all tymes that he sholde calle for theym / Soo toke they a glade leue from kynge Charlemayne; but the kyng charged the duke Benes of Aygremount that he sholde come to serue hym at the feste of seynt Iohn nexte comyng / And thenne retorned kyng charlemayne towarde Parys / and the bretherne wente ayen right glad, eche of theym towarde his place / for well they trowed to haue accorde the duke Benes of Aygremounte theyr broder towarde Charlemayne / But other wyse it wente, & full lityll was worthe their accorde, for soone after deyed therof the duke Benes of Aygremounte by trason, and vnder the saufconduyt of the kynge Charlemayne, as ye [ye ye in text.] shall vnderstonde yf ye wylle here me. ¶ Ye shall wyte that a lityl afore the feste of saynt Iohn baptiste that the kyng Charlemayne helde a grete court in Paris, & the duke Benes forgate not to goo thyder as he had promysed / soo departed he fro Aygremounte wyth two hundred knightes, and toke his way for to come to Paris towarde the [folio C.viii.b] kyng for to serue hym where he wolde put hym vnto. Now shall ye here how the kynge, beynge in Parys / came towarde hym the erle Guenes his neuewe, Aoryfoulquet of moryllon, Hardres and Berenger, whiche tolde hym how the duk Benes came for to serue hym wyth well two hundred knyghtes / saynge by this maner / 'Syr, how maye ye loue nor well be serued of hym that soo cruelly hath slayne your sone, oure cosin / yf your playsure were we sholde well avenge you of hym / For in goode soothe we sholde slee hym.' 'Guenes,' sayd ye kyng, 'it were traison, for we haue gyuen to hym tryewes. Always doo wyth it your wyll, so that the synne tourne not

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vpon me, and kepe you. For in certeyn the duke of Aygremounte is ryght myghty, and of grete kynred / and well ye myghte happe to haue a doo, yf ye fulfylle in this your owne entente.' 'Syre,' answered Guenes, 'care ye not therfore / for there nys soo ryche a man in all the worlde that durste vndertake ony thynge ayenste me and my linage.' 'Syre,' sayd Guenelon, 'tomorowe erly we shall departe wyth foure thousande fyghtynge men / and take noo care for it / For we shall delyuer this worlde of hym.' 'Certes,' sayd the kyng, 'it were trayson' / 'Care not therfor,' sayd Guenes, 'he slewe well your sone Lohier by trayson, whiche was my kynnesman, And therfore I wyll be auenged and [if.] I can. 'Now doo you therin,' sayd the kynge, 'protestyng alwayes that I am not therto consentynge.'

Whan the mornyng came, departed well erly from Parys the sayd Guenelon and his felawes, and wyth theym well foure thousande fyghtynge men / And neuer they taryed tyll that they came in the Valey of Soyssons / And there they recounted the duke Benes wyth his puyssaunce; and whan the duk Benes sawe theym [vit venir si noble copaignie, F. orig. c. vi.] come, he sayd to his [folio D.i.a] folke, 'Lordes, I trowe that yonder be som folke of the kingis, that retourne ayen from the court' / 'It is noo force [matter.] ,' sayd one of his knyghtes. 'I wote not what it maye be,' sayd the duke / 'For the kynge Charlemayne is sore vengable for to auenge hymselfe / And also he hath wyth hym a lynage of folke, the whiche be felle and cruell / Is it Guenes, foulques of Moryllon, and certeyn other of his court / And in trouthe, to nyghte in my slepe I dremed that a gryffon came oute of the heuens, that perced my shelde and all myn armes, soo that his nayles stacke in to my lyuer and my mylte / and all my men were therof in grete tourmente / and they all were eten wyth

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bores and of lions, and noone of theym scaped but one alone / And also me semed that oute of my mouth yssued a white douve' / Thenne sayd one of hys knyghtes that it was all but well / and that for cause of this dreme he oughte not to dysmaye hymselfe / 'I wote not,' sayd the duke, 'what god shall sende me, but of this my herte dredeth' / Soo commaunded the duk Benes that euery man shold arme hymselfe. And his knyghtes answered, that right gladly they wolde soo doo. Soo beganne eueriche of theym to seke his armes and habylymentes / Here shalle you here of the harde hewyng, and of a thynge heuy to be recounted, of the grete slaughter that made the traytour Guenellon of the goode duke Benes of Aygremounte.

T[h]e erle Guenes rode wyth grete force, that was wonderfull strong & fyers, and well accompanyed. Thenne wente and mette wyth the duk Benes first, Foulquet of Moryllon, the whiche sayd to hym that he hadde doon ylle for to slee Lohyer the sone eldest of the kyng Charlemayne / but or euer the euyn came he sholde haue a sory rewarde for it. Whan the duke vnderstode hym, he merueylled hym [folio D.i.b] selfe moche, and sayd / 'Ha god, how myght one kepe hym frome traytours / Alas, I helde the kyng Charlemayne for a true prynce / and I see now the contrary; but afore that I deye, I shall selle my deth ful dere' / Thenne wente they and fought, the one partye ayenst the other, moche angrely. In so moche that Guenes smotte byfore the duke, hys cosyn Reyner, soo that he ouerthrewe hym doun deed to the erth afore his feete; and after, he cryed wyth an hie voys / 'smyte on, knyghtes, for he slewe my good cosin Lohier / The duk Benes of Aygremount dayned not accorde wyth me / but now I shalle selle it hym full dere.' So ranne Guenes & his folke vpon the duke Benes of Aygremounte / and the duke

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ryght worthili deffended hym selfe, & smote a knyghte named sire Fawcon, so that he shoued his swerde in to the body of hym, and he felle deed afore hym. And after this the duke Benes of Aygremount toke hym selfe for to wepe strongly / and wysshed moche after his two bretherne, and also after his neuewes. 'Alas,' sayd he, 'dere sone Mawgys! where be you now, that ye be not here for to socoure me / for wel I wote, yf ye wyst this enterprise, ye sholde well socoure me / Ha, my dere broder, the duke of Dordonne & of Nantuell, 1& Gerarde of Roussyllon,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. c. vii.] well I know that ye shall neuer see me alyue / Alas, that ye knowe not the false enterpryse of Charlemayne and of the erle Guenellon / that soo cruelly and by grete trayson shalle this daye make me Inhumaynly for to deye. Well I wote that ryght worthily ye sholde come helpe me. Ha, my dere neuewes, Reynawde, Alarde, Rycharde, and Guycharde, soo moche nede I haue this daye of you. Ha, my dere neuew Reynawde, worthy knyghte / as thou arte / yf hit playse to god of hys benygne grace / that thou myghte know the greuous tourmente and the sorowfull matyere to the whiche [folio D.ii.a] by trayson I am this day lyuered / well I wote that by the [thee.] I sholde haue socours / for in all the worlde ys not thy peere of beaulte, of goodnesse, of prowesse, and of worthynese / Now maye not this daye socoure me all my noble and worthy lynage / but that cruelly, and vnder the saufconduyt of Charlemayne, I shall deye pyeteously.'

Fyers was the batayll, and ryght harde to endure, but well ye maye wyte that the duke of Aygremounte myghte not resiste ayenste soo many folke; for he hadde not wyth hym but two hundred knyghtes / and the [traictres, F. orig. c. vii.] other were moo than four thousande: thus were they euyll matched / Thenne sholde ye haue seen

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that daye soo moche braynes in the feelde / soo many feete and hedes smytten of / that it was a pyteouse thyng to beholde / After came yet ayen Guenes, that smote Toyusselyne of Bloye soo that he casted hym ded to the erth / and he made sone to go backe the duk Benes folke of Aygremounte / Thenne was sore abasshed the duke of Aygremounte / the whiche knewe well that wythoute dethe he myghte not escape. Soo wente he, and smote one of Guenes folke soo grete a stroke, that he ouerthrewe hym deed / for noon otherwyse he coude doo / but deffende hymselfe as well as he coude for to lengthe his lyffe / Ha, god, what a grete dommage it was to haue thus shamfully betrayed hym / for after, many chirches, many townes and castelles were therfore sette in a fyre [et en flambe, F. orig. c. viii. back.] / and soo many grete nobles full pyetously broughte to deth / Soo moche sped the traytour Guenes ayenst the goode duke of Aygremounte, that the folke of the duke were weke and almoste gon / For, of the two hundred that he hadde broughte, he hadde noo moo wyth hym but [cinquante, F. orig. c. viii. back.] fourthi / 'Barons,' sayd the duke Benes of Aygremounte, 'ye see that we ben almoste [folio D.ii.b] all deed, yf we deffende vs not wyth grete herte and worthynes / and for goddis loue lete euery of vs be worthe thre as longe as we shall now be alyue. For ye see, that here pyetously we muste departe and breke felowshyp.' Thenne wente the duke agayn, and smote a knyghte named syre Helye, soo that he mad hym to falle deed to the erthe. And thenne cryed wyth an hyghe voyce / 'Smyte well, barons.' The valey was fayre, and sounded of the noyse [des coups quilz donnoient sur les heaulmes, F. orig. c. viii. back.] that was made there / And atte that oure, one named Gryffoon of Hautefelle / wente and smote the dukes horse in to the breste wyth his spere, soo that he ouerthrewe hym

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vnder the horse / And the duke anoone arose [moult vaillammēt, F. orig. c. viii.] vppon his feete, and toke his swerde, wenynge to smyte the sayd Gryffon; but the stroke felle vppon the horse, soo that he cutted hym asonder, as yt hadde ben noo thyng.

Whan the duke Benes of Aygremounte sawe hym selfe thus on foote he knewe well that it was doon [doon = all up with.] of hym / but well he sware that his dethe he sholde selle righte dere. But sodaynly came there vpon hym the erle Guenes, that satte vppon a goode courser, the whiche smote the duke Benes of Aygremounte wyth his spere suche a stroke, that he shoued hym thorughe and thorughe his body, and thus fell doun deed the duke Benes of Aygremounte / And thenne the duke Gryffon, the fader of the sayd Guenes, cam to the duke Benes of Aygremounte that laye deed vppon the sande / and shoued his swerde in to his foundemente. [si luy est lame du corps despartie, F. orig. c. viii. back.] Thenne sayd the duke Gryffon, 'Now haste you thi rewarde, for my lorde Lohyers [que tu as na gueres occis villainement, F. orig. c. viii. back.] deeth that thou late slew shamefully wythin thy palays. Now is the goode and worthy duke Benes of Aygremount deceassed, god of his soule haue mercy' / And the traytour Guenellon and the [folio D.iii.a] lorde of Haultefelle, 6that lyghted vpon a goode horse,6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig. c. viii. back.] wente after the duke of Ayyremountes [Benes.] folke 8that fledde,8 [8—8 omitted, F. orig.] whiche were but x. a lyue of two hundred, and yet these x. were soone ouertaken. And thenne the traytoures made theym to swere and promytte that the body of the late duke, their mayster, they sholde bere to Aygremounte / lyke that he hadde doo brynge the body of Lohier to Parys in a byere. And the sayd knyghtes promysed them for to doo so. So toke they the corps from the other bodies deed, wherof was there grete nomber, and put hym in a byere / and thenne

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wente on their waye wyth all / And whan they were goon a lityll ferder / god knoweth what sorowe and lamentacyon [et piteulx pleurs firent les ditz chevaliers, F. orig. c. viii.] that they made for the dethe of theyr mayster, sayeng, 'Ha, god, goode duke that soo worthy was, how now we are sory for the / Certaynly full euyll hath doon kyng Charlemayne, that vnder hys saufconduytte hath made the to be slayn in traison' / These soroufull knyghtes went thus makynge theyr mone, berynge the body of the duke Benes, their mayster, vpon a byere that two horses [pallefroys, F. orig. c. viii.] bare, whiche corps neuer staunched of bledynge by the space of viii myles. And how many dayes Iourney that thyse knyghtes were wyth the body of theyr mayster by the waye, I can not telle you / but they wente soo longe that they cam nygh Aigremounte / and approched soo moche that the tydynges cam to the towne, and to the duchesse, that her lorde hadde ben thus traytoursly slayne. Soo oughte not be asked of the grete sorow that the duchesse and her sone Mawgys made / They yssued after oute of the towne wyth theym of the chirche, and wente ayenste the corps / Nor also oughte not to be asked yf there were made that daye grete wepynges and lamentacyons. For whan the duchesse saw her lorde / and the [folio D.iii.b] woundes that he hadde in hys body, more than thre tymes she felle doun in a swoune vppon hym / and in thys wyse they bare the corps to the chieff chyrche / and the bysshop of the towne dyde the seruyse, and thenne he was putte in his graue, and was ryght reuerently buryed. Thenne sayd hys sone Mawgys, 'Good lorde, what a dommage is this, of suche a worthy lorde, to haue be thus slayne cruelly by trayson; but and yf I lyue longe, Charlemayne & the traytoures that this haue doon, shall abye for it full derely' / His lady moder he recomforted, and sayd to

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her / 'My dere moder, haue a lytyll pacyence; for myn vncles, Gerarde of Roussyllon, Dron of Nantuell / and my cosins, Reynaude, Alarde, Rycharde, and Guycharde shall helpe me wel for to auenge the dethe of my lorde my fader.' Now shall we leue here to speke of theym of Aygremounte, that ben in grete lamentacyon and wepynges for the dethe of theyr lorde / and shall retourne to telle of the traytours Gryffon and of Guenes his sone, that wyth theyr folke were goon ayen to Parys.


¶ How Gryffon of Haultefelle and Guenellon after that they hadde slayne the duke Benes of Aygremounte they retourned to Parys, and recounted to the kynge Charlemayne the mortalle trayson that they hadde commysed and doon / wherof the kynge Charlemayne was glad / but afterwarde he was full wrothe and sory for it. For, after the duke of Aygremountes dethe, his two bretherne, Gerarde of Roussyllon and Dron of Nantuell, werred sore agaynste hym [et aussi Mawgis son filz, F. orig. b. i. back.] wyth their neuewe Mawgys / and thenne they made peas and accorded togyder. But the kyng Charlemayne apoynted not wyth the foure sones of Aymon, nor to Mawgys theyr cosin / ¶ Item, sheweth also the same [folio D.iiii.a] chapytre, how Reynawde slewe the neuewe of kynge Charlemayne wyth a ches borde, as they were playnge togyder at the chesses / wherof the werre began / the whiche was

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sore mortall / as ye shall now here here after, and lasted soo longe that it dyde grete dommage to the royame of Fraunce.

¶ Capytulum [chap. ii. ca. iiii. in Caxton.] / iiii.

Ye shall now here & vnderstande from the hensfourthon a terryble and a pyetous songe, yf ye therafter liste to herken / This was atte the feste of Penthecoste after the holy thursdaye / that the kyng Charlemayne helde a grete courte in Parys / after that he hadde accorded wyth the bretherne of the sayd duke Benes of Aygremounte / And to the sayd feste came Wylliam the Englysse, Walleran of Bullon, xv / kynges and xxx dukes, and well lx erles were there atte that daye, for to crowne Charlemayne / and also was come there the duke Aymon of Dordonne, wyth his foure [beaulx, F. orig. b. i. back.] sones, that is to wyte, Reynawde, Alarde, Rycharde, and Guycharde / to the whiche Aymon the kinge sayd / 'Aymon,' sayd he, 'I loue you and your children well. And wyte that I will make of the fayre Reynawde, my stywarde / and the other shall serue me for to bere my faucons and goo [en gibier avecques moy, F. orig. b. i. back.] wyth me. 'Syre,' sayd the good Aymon / 'I thanke you moche of the grete worshippe that ye doo to me and to my chyldren / and wyt that they shall serue you truly as your liege men. But well I telle you, good kynge, that ye mysprysed sore whan my brother the duk Benes of Aygremounte, vnder your saufconduyt, and in treyson, ye made thus shamfully deye / And beleue that it greueth me full sore att herte / and yf we doubted not you soo moche, Certes, vengance we sholde take therof / but sith that my broder Gerarde hath pardoned it to you: I forgyue it you also.' [folio D.iiii.b] 'Aymon,' sayd the kynge, 'ye knowe better than that

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ye saye; for ye knowe well the offence that your broder hadde doon to me, for to haue slayne soo cruelly Lohier my eldeste sone, that I loued soo moche. Now sette the one agaynste the other, and lete be spoken nomore therof' / 'Nomore we shall,' sayd duke Aymon / 'but well I praye god to haue mercy of his soule, for he was a ryght worthy knyghte' / Thenne cam fourthe Reynawde, Alard, Guycharde, and Rycharde, whiche raysoned wyth the kynge / saynge in this maner / 'Syr,' sayd Reynawde, 'the fayreste of all knyghtes, 1and moost experte in faytes of knyghthode1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. b. i.] / ye haue made me, and my bretherne that ben now here afore you, knyghtes / but wyte it for veray certeyn, that we loue you not, and that we haue towarde you a grete and a mortalle hate, for the dethe of oure vncle the duke Benes of Aygremounte / of the whiche dethe ye haue not accorded wyth vs' / Whan the kynge vnderstode Reynawde, he loked grymly and fyersly in his vysage for grete wrath, and becam blacke as a cole / and smote his forhede for anger. And after sayde to Reynawde / 'Thou yonge boye, voyde oute of my presence / for I swere the, by saynte Symon, and yf it were not the companye of the barons that be here, I sholde make ye to be put in suche a pryson that thou sholdeste not see nother hande nor foote that thou hast.' 'Syre,' sayd Reynawde, 'it were not rayson / but sith that it is soo ferre come that ye wyll not here vs, we shall kepe our peas.'

Thus lefte the foure sones of Aymon the debate, and spake nomore to the kynge Charlemayne for that tyme of thys matere / Fayr was the courte, and the daye was full fayr and bryght / and fayr was the company, as of xv. kynges / xxx dukes & lx erles / They wente to the chirche [folio D.v.a] for to here the fayr messe that was song; & moche riche was the offeryng / And

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1whan they had herde the messe,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. b. i.] they cam ayen to the palays, and asked after water for to wasse their handes; and the dyner was redy, soo they wasshed & set theym doun to dyner / And the xv kynges were all set, excepte the kynge Salamon, that serued that daye wyth the duke Godfraye / But Reynawde, at this dyner myghte not ete / bycause that the kyng Charlemayne had rebuked hym soo shamfully / 'Ha,' sayd Ryynawde to hym selfe / 'alas, how shall I conne doo soo moche, that I maye auenge myselfe of Charlemayn, for the deth of my vncle, that so moche was beloued / whiche traytorsly & shamfully hath he slayn; & yf I take no vengaunce of it I shall wexe mad.' In this wyse sorowed ye good renawde, & his bredern recumforted hym. The barons cam out after dyner for to plaie & sporte hemself; and berthelot, the neuew of Charlemayn, called reynawde for to playe [jouer aux esches, F. orig. b. ii. back.] with him / wherof grewe a gret myscheef / for afterwarde many a good knyghte deied therfor, & many a fayr chylde was faderles, as here after ye shall here / if ye herken well.

Now was set Berthelot & the worthi reynawde for to playe at the ches, whiche were of yuori / wherof ye borde was of golde massy / & so long they playd that debate fell bytwene them two, bi suche maner that berthelot called renaude 'hoursone' / & toke vp his hande, & smot reynawde in the vysage, so that the blood fell to the grounde / And whan reynawde sawe hymself thus shamfully outraged, he was right wrothe & sore angred, & sware by god, hym shold yll betyd; therfor thenne toke reynaude ye ches borde, [q' dor massis estoit, F. orig. b. ii. back.] & smote berthelot vpon his hede so harde, that he cloued hym to the teeth / and thus berthelot fell doun deed to ye grounde afore hym / so began ye crie at that hour sore

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strong in the [la salle du palys, F. orig. b. ii. back.] palays, that Reynawde, the sone of Aymon, hadde slayne Berthelot, the neuewe of Kyng Charlemayne. [folio D.v.b] Whan the kynge vnderstode thys, he wente nyghe out of his wytte / and called of heyghe, 'Barons! kepe well that Reynawde scape not / for, by saynte Denys of Fraunce, he shall not escape quycke yf we maye holde hym; for he hath slayne oure neuewe Berthelot.' Thenne ranne soone the knyghtes vpon Reynawde / and his kynsmen deffended hym nobly / and thus was there grete stryffe, and many heres pulled / and many gownes toren; for suche a fraye was there neuer seen, as that daye was in the palays of Parys / Many strokes gaaff there Mawgys, the cosin of Reynawde / and sone to the duke Benes of Aygremounte / And while that this fraye was in the palays, Reinawde and his thre bretherne and their cosin Mawgys escaped redyly oute of the palays, and came to theyr horses that soone were made redy. Soo lighted they on horsebacke, and rode soone oute of Parys, and fledde streyghte to Dordonne, towarde their lady moder.

And whan the emperour Charlemayne wyst that Reynawde and his bretherne [et Maugis, F. orig. b. ii.] were goon oute of Paris, he made to be redy, well two thousande knyghtes for to folowe theym / Nowe kepe theym, our lorde, that in the crosse suffred passyon; for yf the kynge holde theym, they shall deye wythoute remyssyon. But Reynawde, on hym is noo care, for he was vppon his horse Bayarde, that gooeth as the wynde. Soo taryed not the foure bretherne and theyr cosin, tyll that they came to Sawmore: and they bayted their horses of Alarde, Rycharde, and Guycharde / Thenne beganne Reynawde to make sorowe, sayenge / 'Fayr god, that suffred dethe and passyon, kepe thys daye my brethern and my cosin from the dethe, and from combraunce,

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and from fallynge in the handes of Charlemayne the cruell!' And of [folio] thother' parte, chassed theym the frenshemen, brochyng wyth ye spore 2as fast as theyr horses myght renne2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. b. ii.] / somoche that a knyghte that was better horsed than the other were, ouertake Renawde, and sayd to hym, 'ye shall abyde, ye vntrue knyghte, and I shall bryng you to kyng Charlemayne' / And whan Reynawde herde hym, he tourned Bayarde [omitted, F. orig. b. ii.] ayenste hym, and smote the knyghte wyth his spere in his shelde, and rought hym wyth soo grete a myghte, that sterke deed he ouerthrew hym. Soo scaped Reynawde the knyghtes horse, and toke hym to his broder Alarde, that lyghted anone vpon the backe of hym / And after that he was vpon this goode horse, he wente & smote a nother knyghte wyth his swerde, so that he made hym fall all deed afore hym / and so betoke this knyghtes horse to his broder Guycharde, that thanked hym moche for it / And a nother knyght of the kyng Charlemayne came to theym / 'Glotons,' sayd the knyght, 'ye shall come to the kyng, that shall make you all to be hanged' / 'Ha, by my feyth,' sayd Reynawde, 'thou shalte lie,' and wyth this, Reynawde tok vp his swerde & gaaf hym suche a stroke that he ouerthrew hym ded at the grounde / Thenne toke Reynawde the hors by ye reyne, & gaaf him to his broder Richarde, that grete nede had of it. Now be the thre brethern newe horsed, & Reynawde is vpon bayarde, & his cosin Magis, that he loued so well, behinde hym / now they goo. god wyll lede theym & kepe theym from euyll / and Charlemayne pursued after theym / but for noughte he traueylled; for they were neuer the rather [Sooner.] taken for hym / Thenne was the sonne goon vnder, & the nyghte beganne to come / and the foure brethern & therir cosyn were come into the towne of Soysson.

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So moche rode Reynawde by nyght & by day vpon bayard, that bare hym and mawgis his cosin, [Peu lon trouveroit auiourduy de tieulx cheuaulx par le mōde. Et tant ont cheuauche, F. orig. b. iii. back, omitted in Caxton.] that they came to dordon. [folio] There they mette wyth the duchesse, theyr moder / that ranne for to kysse theym and colle theym / and sin [after.] asked what thei had doon of theyr fader, and yf they were departed from the courte with wrathe. 'Lady,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye / for I haue slayne Berthelot, the neuew of kyng Charlemayne / The reyson why I dyde soo / was by cause he called me 'houre sone,' and gaaff me wyth his fyst vpon my vysage, soo that the bloode ran oute of it' / And whan the lady vnderstode hym, she felle doun all in a swoune, and Reynawde toke her vppe redely / And whan the goode lady was come ayen to her selfe, she sayd 4to Reynawde4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. b. iii. back.] / 'Fayr sone, how durst ye doo this that ye haue doon / for I promytte you ye shall ones repente for it. And your fader shall be dystroyed therefore, and caste oute of his landes; and yf ye scape on lyue, it shall be grete merueylle. Soo praye I you, all my chyldren, that ye flee awaye; but take afore all my tresour; for yf your fader come agayn from the courte, he shall wyll yelde you to the kynge Charlemayne.' 'Lady,' sayd Reynawde, 'wene ye that our fader is so cruell and soo wrothe wyth vs, that he wolde take and delyuer vs in to the handes [de nostre ennemy mortel, F. orig. b. iii. back.] of the kynge Charlemayne / that is our grete enmye mortalle.'

Reynawde, his thre bretherne, and Mawgys, wolde make noone other soiournynge, but toke soo moche of the hauoyre and treysour of theyr fader and moder, that they hadde Inoughe of hit / and thenne toke theyr leue of theyr lady moder / wherof there was grete pyte atte the departynge; for the children wepte

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tenderly, and the moder also of thother side, whan she sawe that her chyldren that thus went fro her, and wyst not yf she sholde euer see them ayen. So departed the newe knyghtes wyth their cosyn magys, & issued out of the towne, and entred in to ye grete forest of Ardeyne, [ [One sheet lost from Caxton, supplied from Copland's ed. 1554, in B. Mus. Fol. xvi.] streyght through the valeye of Feyry, and rode so much / that they came upon the ryuer of Muse, and there they chose a faire grounde where they made to be buylded a faire castell / upon a fayre roche muche stronge, & at the foote of it passed the saide riuer of Muse. And whan that the castell was made up, they called it Mountaynford, & as I trow there was not suche another of strengthe fro the said place unto Mountpeller.

For it was closed with great walles / & enuyronned rounde about with dyches sore deep, & well garnished 2with all maner of vittailles / & of all thinges be nedeful to be had in a fortres;2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. d. iii.] now doubte the newe knightes nothinge Charlemayn, yf he wrought not by treason. Charlemayn was at paris much angry for ye deth of his neuew Berthelot, [Copland D.iii.a] 2the which Reinawd had slayne playing at the chesse / as it is sayde;2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. d. iii.] so made he to come afore hym the duke Aymon of dordonne / the father of the foure knightes, and made hym to swere that he shoulde neuer gyue no help to his children, and that they shoulde neuer be the better of a peny by hym, & in what place that he shoulde them fynde, he should take them / and shoulde bringe them to him, the which Aymon durste not saie ayenst hym, but sware that he should doo so; whereof afterwarde he was sore repreued. And after that he had sworn thus / he departed oute of Parys / all wroth & angrye of this / that he muste chase thus his children, and came to Dordon. And whan the duches saw him / she

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began to weep full sore; and the duke knewe wel what she yeelde. 'Lady,' said the duke, 'where be my sonnes gone?' 'Syr,' sayde the ladye, 'I cannot telle whether they are drawen, but why suffred you that oure sonne Reynawde slewe Berthelot, the neuewe of kynge Charlemaine.' 'ladye,' said he, 'I coude not doo therto, & wit that oure sonne Reynawde is of so greate a strength / that neuer syth the incarnacion of oure lorde / was not seen so stronge [ne se vaillant cheualier, F. orig. d. iv. back.] a knyghte as he is; Nor all the assemble that than was in the pallays at Parys / myghte not keep him, but that he slewe berthelot afore all the lordes that were there.' And afore this our saide sonne Reynawde demaunded of kinge Charlemagne ryght and reason to be doone to him of the deathe of my brother, his uncle the duke Benes of Aygremount, wherupon the king ful shamfullye and outerageouslye answered to our said sonne, wherfore Reinawd was wrothe and sore angred, and ye cause why Reynawde slewe Berthelot was for to aueng him of the king Charlemaine; Not withstandynge that Berthelot had Iniuryed oure sayde sonne ful sore at the playe of the chesse, And also he smote hym fyrste outrageously that the bloud came out of his face, so Reinawd for his great and hardy courage / might not suffre this by no wise; And therfore the king hathe made me swere / that yf I can take my chyldren / that I shal brynge them to hym at Parys, and that no helpe they shal neuer haue of me nor succours, nor that they shall not be the better a peny of all my hauoure, wherof I am wrothe and full sorye.'

We shall leaue heere to speake of the duke Aymon and of the duchesse / that ben ryght sory for theyr children; And shal shew you how the worthye kynge Charlemain made to seeke after the foure sonnes of Aymon thoroughe all his realme, but he myght not

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know nor understande no tidinges of them; tyll that at last came to hym a messenger that recounted to hym howe he had founde them / in the forest of Ardeyne; In which they had edyfyed a fayre castell & sore stronge. And whan the kynge understoode these tydinges / he sent worde incontinente to all his folke of armes that they should make ready themself, the whiche dyd so without delaye. [Caxton begins again.] ]


[Caxton D.vii.a] ¶ How, after that kyng Charlemayne hadde 3made the duke Aymon to forsake hys sones,3 [3—3 suyuir a tous ses barons les quatre filz Aymon et mesimement au due Aymon leur pere, ..... F. orig. b. iv. back.] he wente and beseged theym atte Mountaynforde / where he was d[i]scomfyted two tymes / But the castell of Mountaynforde was taken by trayson. And how Reynawde and his bretherne auenged theym selfe of the traytours that had bytrayed theym; and how they saued theym selfe after that, wythin the forest of Ardeyne, where theyr fader fonde theym as he wente fro the siege towarde his countrey / And how for to kepe his othe that he had made to kyng Charlemayn, he dyde assaylle his sones, soo that of v / hundred men that they were, abode alyue with his sones but xvij. persones / but Reynawde and his bretherne had noo hurte of theyr bodyes / how be it that they slewe many of theyr faders men.

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Now sayth the historye, that sithe the tyme of the kyng Alexandre, was none suche herde as this same is / And therfor, fayr lordes, playse you to here & vnderstande how it befell of the four sones of Aymon, that were enmyes of the emperour Charlemayne, kyng of Fraunce. For the same tyme kyng Charlemayne had banysshed theym oute of the royame of fraunce, and made all his barons, bothe yonge & olde, to seke after theym / And also made theym swere that they sholde neuer helpe nor comforte theym by noo maner of wyse. And the same othe had made wyth many other, the olde duke Aymon theyr fader, as ye haue herde afore / wherof he was full sory afterwarde. It happed thenne that the kynge Charlemayne helde a grete courte in Parys [moult plauiere, F. orig. b. iv.] / And as this courte was assembled, where all the barons of fraunce were togyder / a messager cam there bifore ye kyng [lempereur, F. orig. b. iv.] charlmayn, & kneled afore him & sayd / 'Sir, I bryng you [folio D.vii.b] tydynges of that ye dyde sende me for; wyte, syr, that I come from the grete forest of Ardeyne, where I haue founde the foure sones of Aymon, that dwelle there wythin a strong castell, well sette vpon a rocke; and yf ye wyll fynde theim and be auenged of theym, wite that ye maye well ynoughe doo so, as I beleue for certeyn' / Whan Charlemayne vnderstode this messager, he began to merueylle hym selfe sore / and called his barons, and sayd to theym, 'Fayr lordes, whan it is soo that ye be here, it apperteyneth not that I sholde sende for you at your places. Soo I praye you and requyre, as to my liege men, that ye helpe me to be auenged of the foure sones of Aymon, that soo grete dommage haue doon to me, as ye knowe well.' [Et quant Il eust ce dit Il se leua empiedz, d. iiii. F. orig., omitted in Caxton.]

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Whan the barons vnderstode the prayer that the emperour Charlemayne made to theym / they answered wyth one voyce: 'Syre, we shall doo your commaundemente wythoute doubte / gyue vs leue, yf it playse you, that we maye goo in to our countreys for to make vs redy of harneys and of horses,' the whiche thyng the kyng graunted theym. And so departed all the barons from the courte, and wente in to their countreys / The whiche aboode not long, that they came ayen to Parys, all arrayed and redy for to werre wyth theyr armye / And whan the kyng Charlemayne sawe theym, he receyued theym gladly. And Incontynente wythoute ony tarieng he departed oute of Parys / and wente wyth all hys oost at Mountlyon, a towne of hys, and there he laye that nyggte. And at the morowe, as sone as the day appyered, the kyng Charlemayne departed from Montlyon, and wete on his way 1wyth his ooste1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. d. v.] / And ordeyned the forewarde to the erle Guy of Mountpeller, that wolde moche grete harme to Reynawde. And whan they had sette theym selfe in the [folio E.i.a] waye / the emperour Charlemayne called to hym his goode vasseylles, [et, F. orig. d. v.] Renyer, Guyon of aubeforde, the erle Garner, Gefray, Langon, Oger the dane, Rycharde of Normandy, and the duke Naymes of Bauiere / and sayd vnto theym alle, 'Lordes, ye know well what ye haue to do / I pray you that ye kepe well your selfe from Reynawde, and goo not to nyghe, but abyde all togyder in suche a strong place that we may haue noo dommage / and let goode whatche be made euery nyghte / for my herte gyueth me that we shall dwelle there longe.'

Thenne sayd the duke Naymes of Bauyere, 'Sire, [vous dictes bien, F. orig. d. v.] we shall doo soo.' Thenne made they the tronpettes to be blowen, and all the ooste they made

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to come togyder / And thus they rode soo moche that they cam to Myleyne, otherwyse called Aspes / And whan they were comen there, they saw the castell of Mountaynforde, that Reynawde and his brothern and theyr cosin Mawgys had doo make / Euyn atte that owre that kynge Charlemayne and his oost were come to Aspes, the thre brethern of Reynawde were comyng fro the chasse oute of the woode of Ardeyne / and Rycharde, ye yongest, bare a ryght riche horne, both fayr and good, the whiche Reynawde loued full dere. And in their felawshyp myghte be well xx knyghtes and no moo. And as they retorned to Montaynforde, Rycharde behelde and sawe ouer the riuer of Muse, thoost of the kyng Charlemayne, [de france, orig. d. v.] wherof he began to be sore merueylled / and called Guycharde his broder, & sayd to hym / 'Fayr broder, what folke maye be they that I see yonder. I herde saye the other daye of a messager, that tolde it to our broder Reynawde / that the emperour came for to besege vs wythin our castell.'

And after, whan Guycharde vnderstode his broder, he [folio E.i.b] behelde ouer the ryuer, and sawe the forewarde that Guyon conduted / and whan Guycharde [Richart, F. orig. d. v.] sawe them, he smote his horse wyth the spores / He & his folke went ayenst Guyon, & sayd to him / 'Fair sir, what are thise folke?' 'Sire,' sayd Guyon, 'thise ben the folke of themperour Charlemayn, that goeth to Ardeyn for to besege a castell that the foure sones of Aymon haue do [do = cause to be.] made there; for their strengthe, they trayueylle vs moche, god gyue them euyll rest' / 'Certes,' sayd Guycharde, [Richart, F. orig. d. v.] 'I am a sauldyer with Reynawde / & I conne you nother thanke nor grace of that that ye saye / for I am holden to deffende theym at my power' / and with this he spored his horse &

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smote the sayd Guyon [Reynier, F. orig. d. v.] thrugh his shelde so harde that he ouerthrewe hym deed to the grounde / And thenne he toke the horse of the sayd Guyon, [Reynier, F. orig. d. v.] & toke hym to one of his esquyers, and assembled all the knyghtes togider of one parte & of ye other / They of fraunce cryed 'Mountioye saynt denys!' and the brethern of Reynawde cryed 'Mounteinforde' / Thenne sholde ye haue seen a fell batayll & ryght cruell, the one ayenste the other, sheldes broken & helmes broken, som deed, & some sore wounded, soo moche that it was grete pyte to see. What shall I telle you? more, all the folke of Guyon [Reynier, F. orig. d. v.] that made the forwarde, were there slayne / This hangyng, cam a squier to the kyng, & shewed hym how his forewarde was vtterly dystroied / and that Guycharde, [Richart, F. orig. d. v.] the broder of Reynawde, had slayne the erle Guyon. [Reynier, F. orig. d. v.]

'Ogod,' sayd thenne themperour Charlemayne, 'haue I now lost Guyon? [Reynier, F. orig. d. v.] of hym it is grete dommage / Now wote I not from hensforth on, how I sholde wyn, sith that I haue loste the forwarde' / and thenne he called Oger the dane, & sayd to hym, 'Oger, goo to the socours, you & Naymes, for guycharde bereth wyth him all my hauoyr, & hath slayn all my folke.' [folio E.ii.a] Thenne oger the dane abode not, but lighted on horsbacke, he and the duke Naymes, wyth well thre hundred knyghtes well armed & well arayed, & went after Guycharde [Richart, F. orig. d. vi.] / but their labour was nought worthe to theim / for guycharde & his men were all redy wythin Mountainforde, wyth all the hauoyr that they had wonne. Whan Reynawde sawe his broder com [a si grans gens, F. orig. d. vi.] wyth so grete hauoyre, he wente ayenst hym, & kissed theym all / and thenne he sayd to Guycharde, 'Fayr broder, where haue ye taken so grete hauoyre that ye

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bryng here.' 'Sire,' sayd Guycharde, 'I shall telle you tidynges wherof ye shall be gretly merueylled / Now wyte, that kyng Charlemayn commeth for to besege you wyth all his oost, & hath so grete chyualrie wyth him that it is wounder for to see / My bredern, [et moy, F. orig. d. vi.] I com fro the chasse out of the wood of ardeyn, and we haue recounted the forwarde of Charlemayne, that therle Guy conduycted; there fought we togyder wyth theim / but, god by thanked, & my men / myn enmyes were discomfyted & ouerthrowen. [omitted, F. orig. d. vi.] One parte we haue slayne, & thother fled awaye; soo haue we brought their hauoyr that ye se here. And there is deed, [le conte regnier, F. orig. d. vi.] therle Guy & many other grete lordes, & all their men' / Thenne sayd Reynawde, 'I ought to loue derly / whan ye can werre so well that ye haue ouerthrowen your enmyes at ye firste comyng on' / and thenne he called all his brethern & his folke, & sayd to theym / 'Fayr lordes, now is the tyme come that eueriche of vs must preue hymselfe a good man / wherfore I praye you that euery man force hymself to do worthyly his deuoyr, that your worshyp & the oures be kepte / & that men maye not wyte [blame.] vs noo cowardnes, & lete vs 5doo knowe5 [5—5 cause to be known.] our prouesses to kyng Charlemayn, so that he hold vs not for feble & myschaunt' / Whan reynaude had spoke to his bredern & to his folke / they answered to hym in this maner, 'My lorde, haue no [folio E.ii.b] doubte of none of vs; but be sure that we shall neuer fayll you for [so far as.] the hewyng of our limmes as long as we shall lyue.' And whan reynawde vnderstode the good wyll [de ses freres, F. orig. d. vi.] of his folke, & namly [specially.] of his brethern / he began again to speke to theym, & sayd / 'Lete ye gate be shette, & drawe vp the brydge / and soo goo we to the wyndowes, for to see this folke that com ayenste vs.'

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And thenne they wente there, as reynawde sayd; & whan thei loked out of ye wyndowes, they sawe oger the dane comynge wyth a thousande men wyth hym / whiche, whan he sawe that Guycharde was entred in to ye castell, he retorned ayen, & sayd to the kyng how it was / and thenne he sayd / 'Syr, I lete you wyte that the castell of mounteynforde is the fairest & the strongest that euer ye sawe / for it is set vpon a hie roche of harde stone / and well I telle you, for certeyn, that it shall not be taken so lightly as men wene, for suche folke doo kepe it, that well and worthily shall deffende it.'

Whan themperour Charlemayne herde speke oger the dane, he was of it so wroth that he wente nyghe oute of his wytte / & sware god that he sholde neuer retorne in to fraunce but that Ryynawde were take; & that yf he maye haue hym, all the worlde shall not saue hym, but that he shall make hym to be hanged, & his broder Guycharde to be drawen at horsis taylles. 'Sire,' sayd oger, 'well ye ought to doo so / for they haue trauaylled you full often, & haue gyuen you grete labour & peyne' / 'Syre,' sayd foulques of morillon, 'haue no doubte, for shortly we shall auenge you of theym. Make to be cried incontynente that your oost goo lodge lightly about mountenforde' / 'Certes,' said the kyng, 'ye saye well'; & thenne he made trompetes to be blowen of a heygthe, for to assemble togyder all his men of armes / and commaunded that all the castell of mountenforde sholde be enuyronned rounde aboute wyth folke, & that euery [folio E.iii.a] baron sholde do pyghte there his pauylyon; and they dyd so as the kyng had commaunded / Now wyll I shew to you how noble the castell was set. [Car il etoit, F. orig. b. iv.] The sayd castell was closed & sett vpon a hie roche; & of the one side of it was betyng a grete riuer, called Muse / and of the other side it had euyn at hande a grete wood full

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playsant; of a nother side it [les plenez, F. orig. b. vi.] hath a fayr playne, & of that other side a full fayr medowe, grete & playsaunt to be holde / ¶ Whan the folke of the kyng Charlemayn were all lodged, themperour lighted on horsbak wyth a few felawship for to see the strength of the castell / & whan he had well byholden it, & seen at his ease, he began to saye in hymself / 'ha god, how is this castell closed & set in a strong place! god, how thise knyghtes knew well the craft of werre, not wythstandyng that they ben but yong folke / [Lors dist a ses gens, F. orig. d. vii.] Fayr lordes, thynke for to werre well / for we haue somwhat more to do thenne I wende.' Whan the pauyllyons & the tentes of ye kyngis were dressed vp, he made to be set a charbokell right riche all hie vpon his tente, whiche stone full precyous was shinyng as a torche that brenneth, & wyth the same a grete appell of fyne golde, of grete value / and whan the sayd tentes wer all spred & hanged, themperour entred wythin, & made the duke naymes to be armed, & charged hym that no man of werr so hardy for to light on horsbak of eyhht dayes, but it were for to sporte hymself / For I wyll do knowe thrugh all ye royame, that men bryng to vs vytaylles in grete habundance, afore that the castell of mountenforde be by vs assaylled / and make my chapel to be appareylled, to thende that we praye god that he wyll helpe vs to be auenged of the foure sones of Aymon / the whiche we shall famysshe, or euer it be a moneth / For they shall not conne haue no vytaylles from wythoute [omitted, F. orig. b. vii.] by no waye.' Thenne sayd the duk Naymes to the kyng, [folio E.iii.b] 'Syr, ye maye do better, yf it be your playsur; sende a messager to Reynawde, for to tell hym that he yelde to you Guycharde his broder, & ye shall quyte hym all his londe / and yf he yelde

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hym to you / make hym to be byheded anone / & yf that reynawde refuse for to do this, he maye well be sure that werre shall not leue him as long as he shall be alyue' / Thenne answered Charlemayn, 'Ye saye well & ryght wysely / but certenly I wote not where to fynde a messager to whom I myghte well trust.' 'Sire,' sayd the duk naymes, 'yf it playse you / ogyer & I shall do this message' / 'It playse me well,' sayd the kyng, '& ryght grete thanke I shall conne you for it / for ye neuer faylled me at a nede' / Thenne wente naymes & oger, & made theim redy. And whan they were redy, they toke in their handes braunches of olyue tree for to shewe that they were messagers / & so went they both togyder wythout ony other company. And whan Alays, that kept watche, sawe the two knyghtes come, he wente & asked theym what they were that cam there. 'Syr,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'we ben messagers of the kyng Charlemayn, that hath sent vs heder for to speke wyth reynawde, the sone of Aymon' / and incontynent the sayd alais wente to his lord, and tolde hym, how at the gate were two messagers of the kyng Charlemayn, that wolde speke wyth hym / Reynawde commaunded forthwyth that the gate sholde be opened to theym, & that the drawe brydge sholde be lete doun, for he wolde see the messagers & speke wyth theym / Thenne were the two barons let in, & were brought afore Reynawde; and whan reynawde sawe theim, he salued theym curtoysly, and after that they had salued eche other / they set theym all [tous trois, F. orig. d. vii.] ther vpon a benche / And thenne began the duk Naymes to speke, & sayd thus / 'Reynawde,' sayd he, 'themperour Charlemayn of fraunce lete you wyte by vs / that ye sende to hym Guycharde [folio E.iiii.a] [Richart, F. orig. d. vii.] your broder, for to make of hym his playsur and his wyll; and yf

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ye wyll not do soo, Charlemayn defyeth you, & sayth that neuer he shall leue you, vnto the tyme that he shalle haue take you all / And whan he shall haue you [Il vous sera tous pendre, F. orig. d. vii.] / he shall make you all to be drawen & hanged, and deye an euyll deth wyth grete shame.'

Whan Reynawde vnderstode thise wordes, he wexed all red for angre / and thenne he sayd to the duk Naymes, 'By the feyth that I owe to all my frendes / yf it were not that I loue you / I sholde make you both to be hewen all to peces; and ye haue well deserued it / for you, naymes, [omitted, F. orig. d. vii.] are my nyghe kynsman / and as me semeth, ye oughte well to helpe & defende me ayenst all men / And ye now counseyll me to my grete dyshonour & ayenst myn honeste. Tell to Charlemayn, that he shall not haue Guychard [Richart, orig. d. viii.] my broder / and that he leue his thretenyng, & doo the worste that he can / for we shall not do for hym nor for his thretenynges the mountenaunce of a peny / And goo ye to telle hym in my behalue / that a fore that he take vs / he shall haue a greter nede of helpe than he wenethe / Now voyde from our sighte lightely oute of our palays, for to see you thus here greureth me to sore.' Whan the duke Naymes & Ogyer vnderstode Reynawde / they made noo lenger dwellyng, but departed incontynente wythoute ony more spekyng / and are come to Charlemayne, & recounted to hym all this that Reynawde had sayd.

Whan themperour Charlemayne vnderstode this answere, he was so sore an angred that he went almost oute of his wytte / & thenne he commaunded that the castell sholde be assaylled / to the whiche they saw but thre gates, wherof, was set afore the masters gate, therle Renyer [le conte Guy, F. orig. d. viii.] & foulques of

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moryllon, therle of Neuers, & ogyer the dane / And [folio E.iiii.b] afore the seconde gate was the duk of bourgoyne & therle of alphinas; and afore the iii gate was the olde Aymon, the fader of reynawde, that was com to Charlemayn for to werre ayenst his sones, as thother / Now weneth the emperour to haue beseged well reynawde & his bredern; but, & god kepe reynawde in good helth, Charlemayne shall lese there more than he shall wynne / Reynawde & his brethern were suche knyghtes, & so sage, that they deffended well their castell ayenst charlemayn / alwayes it was beseged wyth so grete nombre of folke, as I haue sayd afore, that it was merueylle to see / For there were bretons, flemynges, maunsealx, originers, englysshe, bourgoyns, the bauyers, & the frenchemen / but Reinawde made one thyng that torned hym to a grete worshyp, for he sayd to his folke, 'Fayr lordes, I praye you that ye mounte not vpon your horses tyll that ye here the trompetes blowe, for I see well that Charlemayns folke ben ryght sore traueylled; and now whyle they ben thus weri / it were no worship to vs for to renne theym vpon / but whan they shall be a lityll eased of their werynes, we shall thenne make dyligently & worthyli our first yssue vpon them. And I praye you, & requyre you all in generall, that euery man shewe thenne his prowesse & strengthe' / And wyte it that in the castell of mountenforde was a fawcebraye vpon a roche, thrughe ye whiche reynawde & his bredern wente oute vnder couerte at all tymes that they wolde, wythout daunger. [quant Ilz vouloient aler en gibier, F. orig. d. viii.]

Whan reynawde saw that it was tyme for to goo out vpon theyr enmyes, he called to hym Sampson of bourdelois / this was a knyght, a trusty man, that was com there for to helpe reynawde and his

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bredern, and had wyth hym an hundred knyghtes / reynawde said to hym / 'Syr, it is now tyme that our enmyes knowe what we ben / for yf we tarre longer, [folio E.v.a] the kyng Charlemayne myghte [accuse.] wyte vs of cowardnes.' And whan he had sayd thise wordes, he cam to his brother guycharde, [omitted, F. orig. b. viii.] & sayd to hym / 'Fayr brother guichard, [Richart, F orig. d. viii.] leue not for to be alwayes bolde and hardy as longe that I am man on lyue, for I loue you as moche as I doo my owne body, and it is rayson that I do so / for ye & I are brethern, 5bothe of fader & of moder5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. d. viii.] / And also I beleue that ye be the best knyghte of my lynage.' And then he taketh hym bytwene his armes, and kisseth hym by grete loue / and whan he had doon thus, he sayd / 'Broder, make the trompettes to blowe vp of heygth, and let vs make redy ourselfe for to yssue out, for to showe to Charlemayne what folke that we ben / yf god wyll that we myghte take the erle of Estampes, I sholde be therof right gladde / for it is the man / among all oure enmyes, that worste dooth to vs, that more hath hurted vs; haply he shall not scape vs / for he is alwayes in the forwarde / whan thise wordes were fynysshed, all the foure brethern, and all theym of theyr companye arayed them selfe and yssued oute of the castell atte the fawcebraye, wythout to make ony noyse nor crye / and soo go vpon the oost of Charlemayne by soo grete wrathe that it was merueyll, and beganne to make soo grete dystructyon of folke, and to caste bothe tentes & pauyllyons agrounde, that it was wounder & pite for to see / and who had seen thenne reynawde 5the worthy knyght,5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. d. viii.] vpon his horse bayarde, & the faittes of armes that he made 5vpon his enmyes,5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. d. viii.] sholde haue grete merueyll for to loke vpon hym; for that man that he recounted, [met.] myght well saye that he was

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born in an enyll houre / for to saye ye trouthe, reinawd smote no knyght so that his strokes cam right / but that he cleued hym as lightly as they hadde not ben armed, & whan ye folke of charlemayn saw their enmyes, they ranne incontynent to their herneis; & whan thei were armed, they ranne vpon Reynawde [folio E.v.b] & his folke. And thenne began the batayll so cruell that it was pite for to see / for ye sholde haue seen many speres broken, and sheldes bresten & clouen asondre / and many a goode haubergen vnmayled / 2corsettes & flancardes all to-brosten & sore beten,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. d. viii.] and so many a goodly man and noble knyghtes deyeng full myserably vpon the erthe / Whan the olde Aymon herde the crye, he mounted on horsebacke alsso, sone as he myghte, he & his folke, and com to the batayll ayenste his sones / and whan Reynawde apperceyued there his fader / he was right sory for it / and sayd to his bredern / 'see, here is a grete merueylle / for here is our fader / and by my counseyll we shall make hym roume; for I wolde not for nothynge that none of vs sholde sette vpon hym.' And then they torned at another side of the batayll / but Aymon, theyr fader, cam there ayenst them, & began to sette sore hande vpon theym & theyr folke / and whan Reynawde sawe that his fader leyd sore vpon theym, & bare theym grete dommage of theyr men / he sayd to hym all angred / 'Ha, fader, what doo you / certeynly ye doo grete synne / for ye sholde helpe defende & kepe vs, and ye do to vs worse than thother doo; now I see well that ye loue vs sore lityll, & that ye be dysplaysed that we ben so pru [valiant.] & so good men of armes ayenst Charlemayn / for yf ye haue forbanysshed vs / well we know it, & that we shall neuer haue no thyng of your herytage / and we haue made this litll castell for to kepe our selfe therin /

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and yet ye come heder for to helpe it to be dystroyed: it is no faders work, but it is operacyon of the deuyll. Yf ye wyll doo vs noo good / at lest do vs no harme; for I swere you, vpon all sayntes that yf ye com ony ferder ayenst vs [et se ne seray plus honteux, F. orig. e. i.] I shall forbere you no lenger / but I shall gyve you wyth my swerd suche a stroke, that ye shall haue no leiser for to repente you of [folio] the folie that ye doo' / Whan Aymon vnderstode the wordes of his sone Reynawde, [omitted, F. orig. e. i.] he toke therof so grete angre at his herte, that it laked lytil but that he fell doun in a swoune to the erthe / for he knew well that Reynawde tolde hym trouthe; but he coude do none otherwyse, for feere of Charlemayn, but alwayes he wythdrewe hymselfe abacke, and suffered his sones to passe by hym [outre part celle fois, F. orig. e. i.] harmles atte that tyme / the whiche wente and dommaged ryght sore the folke of kyng Charlemayne. [tout que cestoit merueilles, F. orig. e. i.]

Durynge the tyme that Reynawde spake thus to his fader Aymon, cam Charlemayn and Aulbery, Ogyer & the erle Henry, and Fougues of Moryllon. And whan Reynawde sawe theym come, he made his trompettes to be blowen for to brynge his folke togyder agen; and when they were assembled of one parte and of the other / a knyghte of Charlemayn, that was called Thiery, made his horse to renne ayenste the folke of Reynawde / and when Alarde saw hym com he spored his horse, and cam ayenst hym, and smote hym so harde in his shelde, that he shoued a grete hauberke that he bare, thrughe his body of hym, soo that the sayd Tyery fel deed doun to therth / and whan kyng Charlemayn saw falle deed his knyght thyerry, he was therfore so sore an angred, that almost he loste his wytte & his vnderstandynge / Thenne beganne he to crye wyth a hie voys, 6sayenge in thys manere6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig. e. i.] / 'Lordes and barons,

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delyuer you for to auenge me of thise glotons that leden our folke so cursedly. See that that they ben well punysshed & sharply' / whan the olde aymon herde Charlemayn speke thus, for doubte to be blamed he spored his horse, and wente & smote one of his sones knyghtes that was named amaney so cruelly wyth his braunk of stele, that he smote his hede clene of [off.] fro ye sholders of hym / 'fader,' cryed [folio] Reynawde to hym, 'ye do yll when so cruelly ye slee my men, but by the feyth that I owe to [a saint pol, F. orig. e. i.] god, yf I trowed not to hurte therby my honour, I shold take therof cruel vengance of you.' And thenne sayd ayen the valyaunt Reynawde / 'ha, lady moder, how shold ye be sori yf ye knewe the grete werkes & the grete harme that our fader doeth to vs this daye.'

Whan Foulques of Moryllon sawe that the folke of Reynawde mayntened theymselfe so worthily ayenst theym, he began to crye, 'Syr emperoure & kyng, what meaneth this / I beleue that ye be forgoten / sende for many of yore folke, & commaunde theym that they take incontynent ye traytours that now feyne themselfe ayenst your enemyes, and wythout delaye make them to be hanged & flayen all quyk.' When the frensmen vnderstode this that foulques sayd to Charlemayn / they made none other abydyng / but spored their horses, & smote vpon the folke of Reynawde soo harde, that they made theim to recule bak, wolde they or not / when alarde sawe his folke goo bak / he was ryght sory for it, and toke his swerde, & began wyth his folke to make so grete a fors of armes, that the frenshemen were all abashed of it / What shall I telle you more of this batayll / wyte it, that it was so mereueyllous & cruell, that it was pyte for to see, for euery one made the worste that he coude / the one ayenst thother. And wyte, that the foure sones of

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Aymon made so grete occysion of men & of horses, that none durst come afore theym / but none myght compare wyth Reynawde for to do well; for he made there so grete merueyll of armes, that the frensmen durst not com forth for fere of hym; for to saye the trouth, Reynawde smote no stroke a ryght, but that he slewe hym wheropon it lighted. What wyll ye that I telle you more / wyte that, in this batayl, kynsmen nor parents [folio E.vii.a] spared not eche other, for they slewe the one thother, as domm bestes / There sholde ye haue seen comyng thurghe the batayll the kyng Yon of saynt Omars, that rode vpon a good horse that ranne well / & ayenst hym cam a knyght called guyon / & Yon smote guyon suche a stroke that he ouerthrewe bothe hors & man to therth / and whan Reynawde sawe this, he was right wroth for it. And thenne he toke his baner, & sayd to his folke / 'doo so moche that I haue that good horse; for yf he goth awaye, I shall neuer haue Ioye at my hert, for I wyll that he kepe felowship to bayarde.' And whan rycharde [Guichart, F. orig. e. ii.] his broder, that was so worthy a knyght and so gentyll, vnderstode his broder that so spake / he made no tarryeng, but spored his horse, & smote yon of seynt Omars so harde, that his shelde nor his harneys myght not kepe / but that he shoued his glayue thrughe the brest, & ouerthrewe hym deed to therth / and thenne Rycharde [il, F. orig. e. ii.] toke the hors by the brydell, & led him to reynawde, & sayd to hym, 'sire, we haue the horse that ye haue called after so sore / now may you light vpon hym whan it playse you.' 'Broder,' seyd reynawde, 'gramercy of this present / for well ye haue serued me therof / now haue we two horses to whom we may trust well vpon.' 'Now light atons [at once.] upon hym,' sayd reinawde / & whan rycharde [Guichart, F. orig. e. ii.] vnderstode the commaundement of his broder /

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he lighted lightly vpon the horse, and toke his owne for to kepe to a good knyght /

And whan reynawde cam agen to the batayll, he sawe yet his fader / & whan he sawe hym, he was ryght sory for it so that he lost almost his wyt for the same, and cam & sayd to hym by a maner of reproche, 'By my fayth, fader, ye are gretly to blame, ye myght well kepe your selfe that ye com not so often to see vs / and for to doo vs harme / we wyll shewe to you that ye be oure fader / not goode [folio E.vii.b] but euyll; for ye shewe to vs harde frenshyp & a sowre loue. At crystmasse and at ester, men ought to go vysit and see his good frende, for to feste hym and to do hym goode, & ete wyth hym whan the dyner is redy; but this ye do not; for ye com to see vs in a hote werre / & wyth the poynt of ye swerde ye chere vs / it is no loue of a natureill fader, but it is rigoure of a stepfader [Ribauld, F. orig. e. ii.] ' / thenne answered the duk aymon, 'I wil that ye kepe your selfe well, for yf Charlemayn can take you, all the worlde shall not kepe you / but that he wyll fleye & hange you, 3or otherwyse make you to deye a shamfull deth'3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. e. ii.] / 'Fader,' sayd Reynawde, 'lete that alone, & come & helpe vs / so shall the kyng be dyscomfyted.' 'go forth! glotton, goddis curse haue thou,' sayd Aymon 3to his sone reynawde3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. e. ii.] / 'For I am to olde for to do trayson' / 'Fader,' sayd Reynawde, 'lityll ye loue vs, I see it well, but kepe your selfe well / for I shall shew you whether I can do any thyng wyth the spere and of the swerde;' and whan he had that sayd, he spored bayarde, & wente & smote a squyer that was called guyner, so that he ouerthrewe hym deed from his horse to the grounde / Whan Charlemeyn saw his esquyer deed, he spored his courser wyth an angry chere, & had in his hande a staffe of yron. for he wolde parte ye

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batail a sonder; by cause he sawe well that his folke had the worse, and that they myght not resiste ayenst the grete strokes of reynawde in no wyse, for it was merueyllouse for to see the grete fayttes of armes that he made there / for he ouerthrewe doun dede bothe horses & men 1by grete strength /1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. e. ii.]

Charlemayn is come to the frensshe men / & commaunded theym for to wythdrawe theym selfe / for it was tyme for to departe fro the batayll. & as they wolde haue goon awaye, cam there thrughe batayll Berarde the bourgoyner, & smote Simon of bremoys so fiersly that he fell doun deed to the [folio E.viii.a] grounde; when the foure sones of Aymon sawe Symon deed, they were ryght sory for hym, And spored their horses wyth the sporres, & cam at that side, & brake the preese for to auenge Symons dethe. and wyte it, when Reynawde was com there, it was knowen ryght well / for he wyth his swerde brought to deth well iij hundred knyghtes of the best men that kyng Charlemayne had in his companye. Wherof the kyng was ryght sory 3& sore an angred3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. e. iii.] / this hangyng, Alarde wente thrughe the presse; so cam he, & iousted ayenst therle of Estampes / & for his shelde he lette not / but he shoued his spere thrughe the body of hym. and thus was by hym slayne the sayd erle / whan Reynawde sawe that stroke, he cam to alarde his brother, and kyssed hym vpon his helme, and bowed hym selfe towarde hym & sayd / 'Fayr broder, blessed be the wombe that bare the / for ye haue auenged vs of the gretest foo that we had, and whan he had sayd this word, he made his trompettes to be blowen, for to call his men togyder.

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wythdrawe your selfe abacke / for our enmyes [enmyrs in text.] be to good knyghtes for vs / now is this to vs grete dishonour & grete myshappe; lete vs retorne ayen to our pauyllyons, I praye you. For I swere vpon all sayntes, that ther castell shall neuer be taken but by famysshyng, for they ben ouer good knyghtes, preu & wyse, & well aduysed of the werre.' Whan the barons of Charlemayn herde his commaundemente, they sayd to hym, 'Sire, we shall do your wyll,' and as they wolde haue departed / came Reynawde sporyng his horse, & his brethern, & wente & smote vpon the folke of the emperour soo sharply, that he departed theym so well / that they must nedes flee, and take theyr [folio E.viii.b] pauyllyons / and soo bode wyth theym prysoners, Anthony Guynemault, the erle of Neners, and Thiery of Normandye / for no man myght endure ayenste Reynawde and his bretherne / And whan Reynawde sawe the dyscomfyture, & the folke of the emperour that fledde, he made his trompettes to be blowen for to wythdrawe his folke. And whan they were assembled, Reynawde 3and his bretherne3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. e. iii.] retorned gladely into theyr [son, F. orig. e. iii.] castell / and was alwayes the hyndermost man for to kepe hys folke the better, that led prisoners afore. Thenne cam Aymon theyr fader afresshe vpon theym, and began to make theym grete combraunce / and whan Reynawde saw his fader, he wende to haue wexed madd for angre. soo retorned he Bayarde, and smote the horse of his fader soo harde that he fell doun deed to the erth / For as to his fader, he wolde not touche / and whan Aymon sawe hymself a grounde, he rose vp quyckely vpon his feete, and toke his swerde in his hande / and began ryght well to deffende hymselfe. But his deffence sholde haue ben but lytyll worth to hym / for his chyldren sholde haue take hym for their prysoner, yf it hadde

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not be Ogyer the Dane that came and socoured hym. And thenne sayd to hym, the sayd Oger / 'Syr, what semeth you of your chyldren / they be right cheualrouse and hardy, as ye may see and knowe.'

Whan Aymon was horsed agayn, he pursuyd his chyldren as a man wrothe and oute of his wyte / and sayd to his folke / 'Now goo we after the glotons! for yf they lyue long they shall doo vs harme and dommage soo grete that wyth peyne it shall be reserued.' Whan Reynawde saw his fader that folowed theym so sharply / he torned bayarde, and wente and smote amonge the thyckest of his faders folke, & beganne to hurte theym so sore wyth the helpe of his bredern, [folio F.i.a] that he putte theym to flight, magre their teeth / for they myghte no lenger endure the grete magre [dommaige, F. orig. e. iii.] that Reynawde bare to theym / for to say the trouth, noo harneys was naughte worthe ayenst the swerde of Reynawde. For he cleued all that he roughte.

[the 2 line W is omitted.] [W]han the emperoure Charlemayne saw this hie prouesse that Reynawde made / he blessed hym selfe of the grete meruayll that he had thereof / and soo stronge he spored his horse, that he wente ayenste Reynawde, and thenne he said to hym / 'Reynawde, I forbede you that ye goo no ferther.' Whan Reynawde sawe the kyng he made to hym reuerence, and thenne wyth drewe hymselfe abacke / and sayd to his men / 'lete vs goo fourth, for here cometh the kyng. I wolde not for noo thyng in this worlde that ony of you sholde laye hande vpon hym' / Whan the folke of Reynawde vnderstoode thise Wordes, they putte their swerdes in their sheethes, and wente agen to theyr castell, right gladde of theyr fayne aventure that was happed to theym that daye. And whan they were wythin theyr

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castell of Mountenforde, they made the brydge for to be drawen up / and wente & unarmed them, and fonde the souper redy, and soo they sette theym selfe atte the table / And there was a grete many of prysoners / And when they had ete / Reynawde cam to his broder, & thanked hym moche wyth all his herte of that he hadde slayne the erle of Estampes.

And whan the emperour Charlemagne saw that Reynawde was wythin his castell, he lighted doun from his horse in to his tente / and sware god, that he sholde never departe thens unto the tyme that he sholde have the foure sonnes of Aymon, or that the castell were take / What shall I telle you more; the emperour Charlemagn laye well [folio F.ii.b] XIV [XIII F. orig. e. iii. back.] monethes at sege afore the castell of mountenforde, and there was no weke but they had a batayll or a scarmysshe; and I tell you that Reynawde was not so sore beseged, but that he wente to chasse in woodes & in ryvers as often as hym playsed / And dyverse tymes it happed that Reynawde spake wyth the frenshemen of traytte, the one to thother / sayeng thus to theym: 'Fayr lordes, I praye you that ye speke to themperour Charlemayn, & telle hym that he shall never take us by no force, for our castell is right strong & well garnysshed / But knowe the kyng one thyng / that whiche he maye have by goodnes / he nede not make by force. He maye have the castell, & us also, yf it playse hym, in suche maner as I shall telle you / Whan I shall put in his hande the castell of Mountenforde, my brethern and my selfe, our goodes & bagage sauff, and that the werre take an ende, that hath lasted so longe / 3he may be well content.'3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. e. iv.] 'Reynarde,' sayd Ogyer the dane, 'ye saye well & wysely; and I promytte you I shall shewe the same to the kyng, as

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ye haue sayd / And yf ye wyll beleve my counselle / I ensure you I shall telle hym that he doo so, for ye are not folke for to be sette lityll by thus / nor for to be fro the court / for yf the kyng had you nyghe hym, he shold be the better for it.'

All thus as Reynarde & Oger spake togyder / there came Foulques of morylloy, that cryed to Reynaud, 'vassell, ye be but a foole. for certes I have herde your wordes well. Ye shall leve us, mountenforde, for it is not your herytage, & your hedes in like Wyse' / 'Foulques,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye have repreved me full often. I knowe well alle the harme that themperour Charlemayne wyll to me / is by cause I have slayne Berthelot his nevew wyth a ches borde / of whom god have mercy / Certes I coude not doo therto; but I was full [folio F.ii.a] sory for it, god wote it. / It is trouth whan we playd togyder, we hade some wordes, by the whiche, wythoute ony worde, he gaaff me suche a stroke upon my face that the bloode ranne me doune atte the grounde / And whan I sawe myselfe soo arayed / I myghte not be so softe that I coude endure the grete owtrage that he hadde doon to me wythoute a cause / Soo deffended I my selfe to my power / for who letteth hym self to be slayne, his soule shall never have pardonne / And thou knoweste well, Foulques, that [what.] I dyde, was in my defendynge. But to this muste be made shorte wordes / and yf it playse you / ye shall telle to the kyng Charlemayn, that he taketh us to mercy, and that we maye be frendes. And yf ye doo this ye shall doo your honoure. For assone maye ye be slayn there as a nother' / 'By god,' sayd Foulques, 'all this is noughte worthe to you / for ye shall deye therfor, ye and your brederen' / 'Foulques,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye threten to moche / It apperteyneth not

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to you for to threten knyghtes so moche that ben better than you. And yf ye haue ony thynge upon your herte, doo it wythout any more wordes / For I tell you well that ye purchace your dethe' / And whan Reynawde hadde sayd thyse wordes / they wente agen to theyr pavyllyons. And thus abode the ooste unto thenne wythoute any fyghtynge. But the frenshmen came agen, wolde they or not; wherfore the kynge Charlemayn was wrothe.

Thenne the emperour Charlemagne sente for men thorughe all his londe / And whan they were all come he [Le roy, orig. e. v. back.] sayd to theym / 'Syres, I complayne me to you of the foure sonnes of Aymon, that hathe my londe dystroyed and wasted. And Mounteynfourde is soo stronge, that by strengthe it canne never be taken / but by famysshynge. Now telle me what I oughte to doo / For I shall doo therin your counseyll' / [folio F.iii.b] Whan the barons herde the complaynte that the kyng made to theym of the foure sones of Aymon / there was none soo hardy that durste saye a worde, but the duke Naymes of Bavyere, that sayd to the kynge / 'Syre emperour, if ye wyll have goode counseylle, I shalle gyve you goode, yf ye wyll byleve me. Let us retourne into highe Fraunce, for we be to nyghe the wynter for to make werre / And whan the newe tyme shall be come, ye shall mow come agen to laye your siege afore Mounteynforde. For I doo you to wyte that Reynaude is not sore pressed, but that he gooth in woodes and in ryvers atte all tymes that he wyll. And a man that maye goo oute and in atte his wyll, is not over sore byseged / And of the other parte, Reynawde and his brethern are suche knyghtes that they shall not be lygthly over come. This is my counseyll, syre / Who knoweth a better, lete hym telle.'

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Thenne spake Hernyer of Seveyne, and to hym sayd, 'Syre, [droit empereur, F. orig. e. v. back.] I shall gyve you a better counseyll yf ye wyll beleve me / gyve me the castell and alle the havoyr that is wythin, and the lordeshyp fyve myles aboute it, and I shall yelde to you Reynawde and all his brethern for prysoners afore a moneth com to an ende. And thenne shall we go in to France, for to see oure wyves and children.' 'Hernyer,' sayd the kynge / 'ye have sayd well and wysely, yf ye maye doo this that ye have sayd / I graunte to you the castell, and all that ye have asked wyth the same' / 'Syre,' sayd Hernyer, 'I thanke you for it an hundred thousande tymes. And I promytte you I shall delyver unto you Reynawde and his bredern as your prysoners, or ever a moneth be passed' / But knowe you, that Hernyer dyde mysse of his enterpryse, for he kepte not covenaunte to the kyng as he had promysed hym, for Reynawde toke hym, [luy couppa la teste a peu de temps, F. orig. e. v.] and made hym to be hewen all in peces; and [Car il en mourut luy et toutes ses gens, F. orig. e. v.] made all they that were wyth hym whan he mathe trayson to be hanged & slayne, as more playnly ye shall understonde / yf ye liste to herken.

Hernyor of Sayne made noon other taryeng / but he sayd to kyng Charlemayn in this maner / 'Syr, commaude ye Guyon of Bourgyne that he doo put in arraye a thousande knyghtes well armed / and that to morowe, afore the daye, he goo upon the montagne fayr & softly wythout noyse [et bruyt, F. orig.] / And I shall put hym wythin the castell shortly' / Whan he had sayd this / he wente into his tente / and made hymselfe to be armed / And whan he was armed, he lighted a horsebacke / and rode to the gate of the castell, [de mountenfort, F. orig.] and sayd to them that kepte warde / 'Alas, for god, fayr lordes,

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have mercy of me; yf it playse you lete me com inne, or elles I am but deed / for the emperour Charlemayn maketh to folowe & seke me alle about, for to make me deye, by cause I have sayd to hym moche good of Reynawde; and also I telle you well, that I shall shewe to Reynawde a thyng wherof he shall be ryght glad, 1yf his playsur is to here me.'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. e. v.]

When they that were above upon the gate, herde hym speke thus / they wythout long taryenge lete goo doun ye drawe brydge, & made hym come in, and dysarmed hym, and dyde to hym grete honoure / But the false traytour rewarded theym full ylle for it after that / This hangynge, Charlemagne comaunded Guyon to make hym redy, and a thousande knyghtes wyth hym / And sente theym upon the hylle, wythoute makynge of ony bruyt, tyll that the daye were come. And wyte, that Guynon hadde wyth hym of the beste knyghtes of Charlemagne.

[folio F.iii.a] Now is Hernyer the traytour wythin the castell of Mounteynfourde, to whom men made goode chere; and whan Reynawde wyste that a knyghte of Charlemagne was come / He sayd that he wolde speke wyth hym / And soo he was broughte afore hym / And whan he saw hym, he sayd to hym / 'What be you, fayre knyghte, that are come hyder?' / And he answered, 'Syre, my name ys Hernyer of Saveyne / and I have angred kynge Charlemagne for the love of you / And for this cause I am come hyther, praynge that ye have me for recommaunded / For I wote not wether to goo now.' 'Goode frende,' sayd Reynawde / 'sythe that ye saye that ye be oure frende, ye be ryght wellcome to me; for of suche goodes that god hathe sente me, ye shall not faylle / Now telle me, I praye you, how doothe the ooste of the emperoure? Have

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they any grete plente of vytayles?' / 'Syre,' sayd Hernyer, 'they ben scarse wyth theym. But I telle you for veraye certen, that they shall goo theyr wayes wythin this fourthy dayes / For noone of the barons wyll no lenger abyde there. Wherfore the kyng Charlemagne is sore an-angred wyth theym / And I promytte you, yf the ooste wente awaye ye myghte hurte theym ryghte sore / and gete moche goode, yf ye wyll sette thenne upon the taylle of theym.' 'Frende,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye have comforted me well / yf it is soo as ye saye / For yf the kynge be ones overthrowen, he shall not come a nother tyme upon us wyth soo goode a wylle / as he dooth now.' And Reynawde hadde hym wyth hym to hys brethern, that made to him good chere; [et luy demandoient comment se portoit lost de Charlemaigne, oltre chose ne fut alors, F. orig. e. vi. back.] and whan the soper was redy Reynawde and his bretherne sette theym doun to theyr mete, and sopped gladly. And in theyr companye was the traytour Hernyer / to whom they made good chere. After souper [Two sheets lost from Caxton, supplied from Copland's ed. 1554 in B. Mus., Fol. xxv.] [all the knightes wente to slepe, for they were wery of bearing of theyr harneys, and they had not ceased to fyght all that day. And wit / that Hernier was well and honestly brought to bed, for Reynawde had so commaunded. And whan all the knyghtes were fast aslepe, Hernier, as the false Iudas, slepte not. But he rose and tooke hys harneys, and armed hymselfe. And whan he was well armed at his ease, he came to the drawebridge, and cut the cordes / that kept it vp, and let the drawbrydge go downe; and than he went vpon the walles, where he found him that made the watche, and slew him. And whan he had doone this, he came to the gate / and opened it, for he had taken the keyes / from hym that he had slayne, whyche had them in his kepying.

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Than whan Guyon of Bourgoyne saw the gate open, he made no tarying, but came and entred into the castell, and al hys folke with hym, and began to kylle and slea all them that they found.

¶ Now shall ye heare of the fayre adventure, how that Reynawde & his brethern / were saved from this mortall slawghter. Wyt, that whan the yemen of the stable had supped, thei were dronke, and went to theyr bed; & whan they were a slepe, the horse of Alarde / that was somwhat proude, began to make noyse agaynst the other. And Alarde and Richarde heard the noyse of the horses; they rose vp, and saw ye doore of the halle open, and perceyved out of it the harneys that glystered agaynst the moone, that shone full bryght.

Than went they to the bedde where they had brought the false Hernyer / whyche they found not there, wherof they were ryght sore abasshed. And than was Reynawde awaked, and asked 'who was there that [qui ales a ceste heure, F. orig. e. vi.] maketh thys noyse? Let our knyghtes take theyr rest, that have so sore travayled all the day; it is evyl doone for to go thus stampying at this houre.' Than cryed Alarde to Reinawde, and sayd, 'Fayre brother, we ben betrayed! / for Hernyer, that false knyght, hath put the folke of Charlemagne / within thys castell, the whiche kyll and slea your folke, and put them to a greate marter.' Whan Reynawde vnderstode this, he made no tarying, but he arose and armed hymself quickly, and cried vnto his brethern / and to his men, 'Now, my freendes, let us beare our selfe worthly; we had never so great need.' And wyt, that Reynawde had with hym but .xxx knyghtes within the dongeon of that fortresse, for all the other were within ye base courte, whiche was as it had ben a lytle towne well peopled, where as Guyon of Bourgoyne & his folke slew them.

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[This hanging: Reynawde & his brethern / had armed themselfe right wel, hopynge for to defende theymselfe well.

Than came Hernyer the traytour, sterying aboute throughe the maystres strete, & with him well an hundred knightes. Than sayd Reinawde to hys brethern, 'fayre Lordes, come forth! for yf god helpe vs not, we are all lost.' & than Reynawde and his bretherne / came to the gate, & defended so well / that none durst passe but he was slayne; what shall I tell you more? the base courte began to be sore moved, and the crye was so great, for al them of the dongeon defended themselfe valyantlye. Whan the folke of the Emperour Charlemagne / sawe that they that were within the dongeon defended themselfe so well, they set ye base court in a fire, and began to brenne and pul down the houses, and al that they founde. And ye fyre was soone so great that it tooke the dongeon of the castell.

Whan Reynawde saw that he was so taken wyth fyre, he was sore angred, and sayd to hys brethern, 'what shall we doo here? for yf we tary any lenger, we shall all be brent or taken, and yf it were not the fyre / that thus warreth agaynst vs, I make myne avowe to god, that we should yet caste this folke out of thys castell; but syn that the fyre is in it, we cannot kepe it no lenger.' And than he sayd to his bretherne, 'come all after me'; & they went to the fausebray, that was allwayes open, and yssued out, he & his bretherne, & his folke with them; and whan they were out / than were they more abasshed than they were afore, for they wyst not whether to goe.'

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[of the fyre, & set the dore vpon them, & there they began to defend themselfe so strongly, that none entred therein / but he lost anon hys head. And whan Hernyer the traytour was aware of ye same, he tooke his folke with him, & came to ye pyt and began to assayle Reynawde sharply, and his brethern, and al they that were therin with them; & wyt it, that there, at thentre of the sayd pyt, were made great faytes of armes, for they of within defended themself so wel / that none myght come in / 1but he were dead anon.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. e. vii.] ¶ Whyle that the foure sonnes of Aymon / were in ye pyt vnder therth, they hearde the crye that his men made, the whiche Hernyer made to be slayne. Than began Rewnawde to sai to his brethern, 'Lordes, let vs go succour our folke, for, and they should thus dye, it were to vs a great blame.' 'Syr,' sayd hys bretherne, 'goe in goddes name, whan it please you.' And whan they were come out of the pitte, the batayle began to be there ful terryble; for ye should have seen Reynawde & his brethern / gyve there great strokes and manye. For Reynawde smote so merveyllouse strokes wyth hys swerd Flamberge, the whyche did cut all that he rought. For Reynawde was all wrothe, and for great angre he habandoned and Ieoparded both lyfe and gooddes.

And therfore he bare greate hurte and harme to hys enemyes, for he had cast hys sheelde over his backe, and helde his swerde Flamberge / wyth both his handes, & made so great destruction of the folke of Charlemagne, that the place was al full of bloud. And whan Reynawde saw that theyr enemyes were sore abasshed, and that they durste not abyde him / he sayd to his brethern, 'It was to vs great cowardnes to hyde vs so.' 'Syr,' sayd Alarde, 'ye say trouthe.' Than sayd Reynawde, 'My lordes, my brethern, let vs to doo well. For traitours ben good to overcom; they shall

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[not now endure longe agaynst vs.' And whan he had sayde these wordes, he came to ye gate of ye castel, and the fyre was a lytle quenched. and maugre al his enemyes, he shet the gate of that doungeon / and had vp the drawbridge of the sayde castel. And whan he had doone this, he came agayne to the batayle, & found his brethern, that slewe and beate downe so many knyghtes, 1and barre themselfe so worthelye1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. e. vii.] / that it was marvayle for to see; for they smote no stroke but they slew a man.

Than was Hernyer the traytour in the medle within the doungeon, wherof Reynawde had locked the gate / and drawen the bridge; and the good Reynawde sawe that he was safe of the hoste of Charlemagne, and began to put hymselfe in the medle so sharpelye, that he dyd so muche / he and hys brethern, that of ye folke of Charlemagne that were wythin the doungeon, abode of them alive but Hernier / and .xii. [[xi] F. orig.] other; and whan Reynawde saw that they were all dead, he and hys bretherne and hys folke tooke Hernyer] [Caxton begins again] [Caxton] and the XII other / And thenne Reynawde dyde doo make a gybette upon one of the hygheste towres / And there he made to be hanged the XII men / And made Hernyer to be bound hys foure [a la cue dung cheual. Et puis fist tous montes Ilz frapperent des esperons, et les cheuaulx est oient fors et couraigeux, et commencerent a courir lunge a lautre la parmy la rue, tant que en pru de temps Ilz leurent tout des membre, F. orig. e. viii. back.] membres, that is to wyte / feete and handes, to foure horses taylles / And soo he was drawnen all quyck, and quartered in foure peces / as a traytoure oughte to be doon unto. And when Hernyer was deed, Reynawde dyde doo make a grete fyre / And made hym to be caste therin / And as he was altogyder brente, he made the asshes of hym to be cast in the ayere to the wynde / And there ye maye see how the

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traytours 1that wolde be-traye Reynawde,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. e. viii. back.] were deed and slayne. For they were punysshed as they had deserved.

Thenne whan kynge Charlemagne wyste that his folke were thus deed, and that he sholde not have Reynawde nor his brethern, he was sore angry therfore, and sayd to hymself / 'Ha, goode god lorde, how am I evyll dealed wyth all, by this foure knyghtes brethern. I dyde my selfe grete harme / whan ever I made theym knyghtes / And it is often sayd / That men make often a rodde [dont son est bactu, F. orig. e. viii. back.] for theym selfe; and that I maye well now take to me / for theyr uncle slewe my sone Lohier / and Reynawde my nevewe Berthelot, 3that I loved so derely.3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] And yet now he has hanged my men, and many of theym slayne [en grant marture et tourment, F. orig. c. viii.] / Well I myghte calle myselfe unhappy whan I, that am the moste puyssant of the worlde / canne not avenge me of the foure symple knyghtes / I shall never departe from hens tyll that I be avenged, or elles they shall overcom me / and all my armye.' 'Syr,' sayd Foulques of Morylloy, 'ye have a goode cause why, and Reynawde is a foole that he fereth you not. For yf he hadde doubted you, he shold not have hanged your men / but he has doon so in dispyte of you.' thenne sayd ye duk naimes of bavyere, [folio F.vii.a] 'hadde ye beleved me, ye sholde not have loste your men. Ye wolde beleve Hernyer / It is happed of it as ye see. Now beholde your folke that ben shaken wyth the wynde' /

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hangynge, Reynawde and his bredern are goon upon the walles, and loked about theym, & sawe that the basse-courte of the castell brenned there as their wytaylles were / Thenne began Reynawde to saye to his bredern / 'Fayr lordes, the thynge gooeth well, sithe that we ben scaped, thanked be god, from soo peryllous and harde adventure / I laked lityll but that we were all deed by false trayson / but the worste that I see is, that we have loste our store of vytaylles, so that we have noo thynge to lyve upon. And me semeth that yf we dwelle ony lenger here wythin, we doo not wysely; but yf it seme you goode it is tyme that we departe hens' / 'Broder,' sayd Alarde, 'ye speke well & wysely / and we shall doo as ye have sayd: for as longe as the liffe is in oure bodyes, we shall not leve you' / Whan the foure bredern were togyder accorded for to departe thens, they trussed all their harneys / and taryed tyll that it was nyghte, and thenne they armed theym selfe / and lighted on horsebacke / And when they were redy / Reynawde sayd to theym / 'Lordes, how many men ben we' / 'We ben,' answered a lorde, 'well V hundred' / 'It is ynoughe,' sayd Reynawde / 'But wote ye what we shall do? Lete us kepe ourselfe alwayes to gyder, wythoute makyng of ony affraye, & so goo thrughe ye londe of almayn [sans faire noise, F. orig. e. viii.] / & yf ye folke of charlemagn hap to assaile us / thinke to defende ourselfe well, & smyte harde vpon theym, [folio F.vii.b] so that we have to oure worshyp the better of theym' / Whan it was tyme to lighte on horsebacke, Reynawde mounted vpon bayarde, and the other also lyghted vpon theyr horses. And whan thei were all horsed, they opened the gate and wente oute atte theyr leyser wythoute making any noyse: and whan they were all yssued oute, Reynawde behelde and sawe the castell that brente. Wherof he toke grete pyte, and sayd, 'Ha, god! goode castell! it is grete dommage that ye be thus dystroyed

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and wasted / goddys curse have he that betrayed this goode castell. It is ago seven yere that ye were made fyrste. Alas! we have hadde therin soo moche goode, and soo mykyll worshyp, and now we leve you mawgre vs./ Certes ye were my truste after my brethern / And whan I muste lese you, there is none so sory for it as I am' / And as he spake thyse wordes, the teres felle doun from his eyen / And he was soo taken wyth grete hevynes, that almoste he felle doune in a swoune / soo moche of sorowe he had atte his herte.

And whan Alarde sawe Reynawde so full of sorowe, he cam to hym and sayd / 'By my feyth, broder, ye be to blame to saie soo. Ye be not the man that shall com to myschyef, for all the knyghtes that ben a lyve are not worthe you; and therfore I praye you that ye wyll comforte yourselfe / for I swere you vpon all halowes, that a fore two yere be passed, ye shall have a castell that shall be worthe suche foure as this is / But now lete vs putte ourselfe to the way, for we have noo nede to tary' / 'Broder,' sayd Reynawde, 'I have founde ever in you goode counseyll / Now goo we thenne oure waye / and take you and Guycharde the forewarde, and I and Rycharde shalle come behynde' / 'Syre,' sayde Alarde, 'all shall be doon as ye saye' / And thenne toke Alarde his broder Guycharde wyth hym, and went afore wyth a C. [folio F.viii.a] knyghtes wyth theym / and hadde forthe their caryage in the myddes of theym / And Reynawde and Rycharde cam after wyth the residue of theyr folke / But they coude never make nor passe soo softly / but that the folke of the ooste 2of the emperour2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. f. i. back.] overtoke theym.

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and armed theym selfe. Whan Alarde and Guycharde, that went afore, saw that they myghte not passe / but that they muste medle / they spored theyr horses / and ranne vpon Charlemayns folke soo sharpely that they were all an-angred wyth it, for they over-threwe two knyghtes to the grounde, and incontynente [entre eulx et leurs gens, F. orig. f. i.] was there grete a doo / And whan Reynawde sawe that the ooste moeved / he called to hym XX. knyghtes, and bad theym take and lede forthe the caryage afore oute of the ooste, and he sholde goo helpe his bredern / 'Syre,' sayd they, 'we shall doo your commaundemente' / And [quant Renault eut ce fait, il, F. orig. f. i.] thenne Reynawde spored bayarde and entred among the thyckest, and began there to make soo grete merveylles of armes that all the folke of charlemagne wondred vpon / for he & his brederne overthrewe there deed soo many knyghtes, that noone durste come afore theym but that he was slayne.

What shall I telle you / wyte it that the folke of kynge Charlemagne was so discomfyted, for by cause that it was nyghte, 3and myghte not well see what nombre of folke the foure bretherne were3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] / that Reynawde and his companye passed, mawgre theym of the ooste / And also I tell you for certeyn that Reynawde and his bredern dyde soo grete harme to the folke of Charlemagne that he was sory for it many dayes after. [folio F.viii.b] Whan Reynawde was passed, he fonde his sommeres and his caryage / and his knyghtes that conduytte theym / wherof he was gladde / Thenne he sayd to his brethern / 'Syres, goo on your waye' / and they dyde his commaundemente / And Reynawde wyth his broder Richarde [Guichart, F. orig.] abode byhynde / And whan Charlemagne wyste that Reynawde wente awaye, he was gladde, by cause he hadde lefte the castell 6of Mounteynforde6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig.] /

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And Incontynente he made hym to be followed / and also all the oost was redyly armed / And whan they were well arrayed, they toke theyr waye after the foure sones 1of Aymon.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.]

Now ben the foure knyghtes bretherne [Aymon, F. orig. f. i.] ryght sory of that they have thus left theyr fayr castell of Mounteynforde / And wyte it that Charlemagne followed theym well of nyghe / and sayd that / it sholde hurte hym sore but yf he myghte take theym / But Reynawde the worthy knyghte is not abasshed / but he taketh all his folke, and setteth theym afore hym, and sayd [a Alard, F. orig. f. ii. back.] to his broder Alarde / 'Goode broder Alarde, [omitted, F. orig.] take kepe of this folke betwene you & Guycharde / and yf the folke of Charlemagne assaylle vs, we shall deffende us well' / 'Syr,' sayd Alarde, 'as ye have sayd, soo shall it be doon' / And thenne they saw come Charlemagne and Oger the dane, duke Names of bauyere, Foulgues of Morylloy, & many other, & whan Charlemagne that cam afore well horsed, saw reynawde & his folke, he cried to theym and sayd, 'Soo helpe me god, glotons, ye be now deed! thys is the daye that I shall make you all foure to be all hanged' / 'Syre,' answered Reynawde, 'it shall not be so as ye wene, and it playse god; for that god gyve me 5lyffe and5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig.] helth, and to my horse bayarde, [sera compare et chier vendua ma mort, F. orig. f. ii. back.] the pursuette shall sore dere be boughte, that ye nowe do' / And whan he had sayd the same, he torned [folio G.i.a] bayarde agenst Charlemagne for to smyte hym / for he wende well to have slayne hym wythoute ony fawte / The kyng Charlemagne was in daunger to deye, yf Reynawde had raughte hym / But Dampe hughe wente bytwene the kyng and Reynawde that cam wyth his spere in the reest, willynge for to

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doo grete harme / And at his comyng, he smote dampe hughe thrughe the shelde so harde, that he perced his herte wyth the yron of his spere, and soo he fell doun deed afore the kynge / And whan Reynawde had gyven that stroke, he wente his waye after his brethern.

Whan Charlemagne [vit ce coup, F. orig.] sawe hughe fall deed, he cryed with an high voys / 'Now after, lordes, after / for yf thyse glotons scape vs, I shall never be mery' / And Reynawde cam agen to hys folke, and sayd to theym / 'Lordes, doubte you not aslonge as I am a lyve, but be all assured, and soo ryde on hardely [et sans desroy, F. orig. f. ii. back.] & in good arraye.' What shall I telle you more / Wyte it that XXIV [XIII lieux, F. orig. f. ii. back.] myle lasted the chasse, and there was never a myle but that they iusted togyder / and many knyghtes were there overthrowen & slayn / But Reynawde & hys folke bare theym selfe soo manly, that they loste [ne perdirent riens, F. orig. f. ii. back.] but thre of theyr felawshyp at that tyme / but they rode so long tyll they cam to the ryver. The kyng called to hym his barons, and said to theym / 'Lordes, lete alone the chasse! it were folie from hens-forth for to followe theym. For I see that all our horses maye no more. Lete theym go to a hundred thousand devils! for yf Reynawde wroughte wyth wytche crafte, he coude doo nomore than he dooth. Late vs thynk for to lodge us here nyghe the ryver / for the contrey is goode and playsaunte as me semeth. 'Syre,' sayd the barons / 'lete it be doon as ye have commaunded.' Thenne they vnladed theyr sommeres, and pyghte there theyr pavyllyons / and whan they were sette [folio G.i.b] up, the kyng made hym to be dysarmed. And in the meane while the souper was made redy lightly; for of all the daye ye kyng had nother eten nor dronken / nor none of his felaushyp / And Reynawde

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was passed over the ryver, he & his bredern & his folke, sauff & sounde, where as they wolde be bi the grace of our lorde / and whan Reynawde & his bredern saw that the chasse was ceassed and lefte, they wente all softly; and whan they had goon ferre from the oost of kynge Charlemagne, they fonde a fountayne fayr & clere / and aboute that fountayne was moche fayr grasse & thycke / Whan reynawde sawe the place was soo playsaunt, he sayd to his folke, 'here is a fayr grounde for to lodge us, & for our horses.' 'Syr,' sayd Alarde, 'ye saye trouth.' And thenne they vnladed theyr somers 1& theyr cartes1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. f. ii.] / and wyte it, the horse were mery; but the poure knyghtes were evyll lodged / for they had there noo mete nor no drynke, but clere water / But wyte it, that Reynawde nor none of his knyghtes dysarmed theym not, but made good watche all the nyghte, one after another / And whan they sawe the day com / Reynawde made his harneys to be trussed, and they lighted on horsbacke, and toke their waye thrugh the [une forest grant et espesse moult des nōmable, F. orig. f. ii] grete forest of Ardeyne / and whan they had rydden longe, they lighted doun afore another fountayne, that they had watched the nyghte afore, sholde rest themselfe there.

Now myght well saye Charlemagne, that he can never hurte the foure sones of Aymon / And wyte, that he was lodged vpon the ryver, where he abode / whan he wolde no more folowe after Reynawde / And whan the daye was clere / he sayd to the duke of Naymes / 'What thynke ye what we ought to doo?' / 'Syre,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'yf ye wyll beleve me, we shall tourne backe agayne / for to goo ony [folio G.ii.a] ferther this waye, it were but a foli; for this wood is to thyke, and the ryver over moche perillouse / and also

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Reynawde & his bredern are suche knyghtes that they ben not for to be lightly overthrowen.' And while the kyng and the duke spake to gyder / there cam many knyghtes to hym; and whan Charlemagne sawe theym / he called Vydelon, Renyer, Oger the dane, & sayd to theym / 'Lordes, I wyll that ye com agen to Parys wyth me.' And when they vnderstode this, they were glad, & sayd to the kyng / 'Syre, it is the best counseyll that ye can doo' / and after that they were so accorded / Charlemagne made to be cryed, that everi man sholde retorne agen in to his country / and that they shold kepe it well, & that he prayed theym so to doo / 'Syr,' sayd the barons, 'we shall do your commaundement' / and when all was sayd, they made thooste to descende & take their waye / and the kyng went streyghte to Parys, & the barons in their countreys. And whan Charlemagne was come to parys, he called afore hym his barons, & to theym sayd / 'fayr lordes, I am the most unhappy kyng of ye worlde, whan I have no power to avenge my self of the foure sones of Aymon; and they lede me, as ye knowe / I wene they shall retorne in to their countrey or to their castell / & it be so, I wyll that we goo there agen for to leye sege there' / 'Syr,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'that shall they not do, for they are in Ardeyne; and ye knowe that the foreste is soo grete, that they shall fynde some cheuysaunce' / 'That myghte well be,' sayd the kynge Charlemagne / 'but whersomever they goo / evyll waye myghte they fynde' / And when he had sayd thys, he tourned towarde Ogyer / and sayd to hym / 'Take Gerarde, Foulgues the almayne, and Dron of Mondydyer, and gyve leve to the frenshmen and to the other /

'Syre,' sayd Ogyer, 'well shall be doon your commaundemente.' [folio G.ii.b] And thenne wente Ogyer to Foulgues, to Gerarde / and to Dron / and tolde theym

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that / that Charlemagne had commaunded / And after came to the frenshmen / and tolde to the other knyghtes / and gaaff theym leve / And whan the kynges folke hadde leve, every man wente to hys countrey / not the ryght waye / but traversynge the mountaynes. And thus as Aymon wente traversynge the lande towarde his countrey, it happed to hym soo that he came by the fountayne where his sones dwelled. Whan Aymon sawe hys chyldren / he was abasshed, and ryght sory for it / And thenne he sayd to his barons, 'Lordes, counseyll me, I praye you, what I oughte to doo agenst my children / for, and I assayle theym / and that they ben slayn or taken, I shall never have Ioye / and yf I lete theym goo / I shall be forsworne to Charlemagne' / Whan his barons herde hym speke soo / there was never one that answered any worde / And whan Aymon saw that he was counseylled of noo man / he sayd agayn to theym, 'Syth it is soo that ye wyll gyve me noo counseylle / I shall doo after my owne wyll / for god forbede that it be layd unto me, that I have founde theym here, and have not foughte wyth theym / but well I telle you, that it is for my synne that I have founde them here. But from hensforthe it shall be doon therin as it playseth 1god and1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. f. iii.] fortune.' 'Syr,' sayd Esmenfray, 'yf ye assaylle your chyldren, ye do not amys / for ye sware it to the kyng Charlemagne / Kepe, syr Aymon, that ye be not forsworne / for a man of your age shoulde rather deye than he sholde doo ony treyson.' 'Goode frende, ye saye well,' sayd Aymon / 'and I shall soo doo that I shalle not be blamed' / And thenne he called two of his knyghtes, and sayd to theym / 'Goo toward Reynawde and his bretherne, and defye theym in my behalve.' 'Syre,' sayd the [folio G.iii.a] knyghtes, 'it is a harde thyng for to be doon / but sith it playse you, we shall doo as ye have

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commaunded.' And thenne they went to warde Reynawde, that was sore abasshed / for he knewe well that they were of his faders folke. Werof he was full sory for it / and after he sayd to his bredern / 'Lordes, now arme yourselfe / for a man that is well garnysshed is not of lighte overthrowe / And of the other side, I knowe soo moche the hardenes of my fader, that he shall not feyne to be fyght us.' 'Broder,' sayd Rycharde, 'ye saye trouthe' / This hangying, came the two knyghtes afore hym, and whan Reynawde sawe theym come nyghe hym, he wente agenst theym, and sayd to theym, 'Lordes, what ye be, and what wynde dryveth you hyther' / Thenne spake one of the knyghtes, and sayd to Reynawde / 'Syre, we ben knyghtes of my lorde, your fader, that sendeth to you by vs a defyaunce.' 'Lordes,' sayd Reynawde, 'I wyst it well 1assone as I dyde see yow of ferre1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. f. iii.] / but goo agayn and telle to our fader, that it will playse hym to gyve vs triews / for he shall not do well for to befyghte vs that are his natureyll chyldren.' 'Syre,' sayd the knyghte, 'of folie ye speke / but thynke to defende your selfe well, for he shalle assayll you withoute doubte' / Whan they hadde sayd thise wordes, they retourned agayne for to reherse to Aymon their message, and how they had defyed his children / Whan the olde Aymon understode theym, he made none other tarienge, but spored his horse wyth the spores, and ran the formeste vpon / vpon his sones. And whan Reynawde saw his fader come, he come agenst hym and sayd, 'Ha, fader, what doo you / we have none soo grete a foo as ye be to vs / and I have grete merveylle that ye come alwayes vpon us. Ye doo yll and grete synne for to doo soo. Atte the leste, yf ye wyll bi noo wyse helpe vs / be not to us contrary ne enmye, 2yf it [folio G.iii.b] playse you'2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. iv. back.] / 'Thou theeff!'

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sayd Aymon, 'ye shall never doo goode, sythe that ye begynne to preche. Goo to the wode! soo shall ye be come wylde bestes / evyll daye gyve you, god; for ye ben not worth an hanfull of strawe. Now thynke to defende yourselfe; for yf ye ben taken, ye shall be putte to a grete tourmente.' 'Syre,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye doo vs wronge / I shalle defende me, sythe that I maye none other wyse doo / for yf I sholde lette myselfe to be slayne, my soule solde be putte to peyne and tourmente' / Whan Aymon saw that, he broughte his speere in the reeste, and putte hymselfe amonge his chyldren / lyke as they hadde ben strangers / And whan Reynawde sawe that, he cryed to his men, and sayd / 'here is none other, but doo well now. Lordes, thynke to smyte well / for nede compelleth vs therto' / And whan he hadde sayd that worde / he spored his horse wyth his spores / and putte hym selfe in the thyckest, and beganne to make soo grete effortes of armes, that all the folke of his fader merveylled of it gretely.

What shall I saye? the bataylle beganne so felle and cruell / that pyte it was to see / For you sholde have seen, gyve and receyve, grete and horryble strokes of the one parte and of the other. And many knyghtes and horses deye / many sheeldes brosten, and many white harneys broken / So many hedes smytten of, and soo many legges and armes broken, and sore hurte. And thynke that this bataylle was sore stronge, and well helden of the one syde and of the other / But to saye the trouthe, Reynawde must loose atte that tyme / for his fader had thre [beaucoup plus gens, F. orig. f. iv.] tymes as many folke as he hadde / For of fyve hundred men that abode wyth Reynawde 2after his castell was take / which were wyth hym atte thys bataylle,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. f. iv.] were lefte on lyve / what

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hurte and sounde, but fyfthy persones / But [folio G.iv.a] I telle you well for certeyne, that Reynawde and his bretherne dyde soo grete harme to the folke of their fader / that they slewe well halfe of theym. But atte laste Reynawde must loose, and flee awaye towarde the mountaynes / And Aymon chassed hym as well as he coude / for he wende well to have taken theym / And whan Reynawde sawe theymselfe vpon the toppe of the mountayne, he sayd to hys bretherne / 'Lete vs not departe from hens / for this is a goode place for to deffende' / Wyte that there was grete scarmysshynge and Iustynge / made / and many a knyghte deed and sore wounded. And there was slayne vnder Alarde, his goode horse / And whan Alarde sawe hym selfe a grounde, he lepte on his feete ryght quyckely, and toke his swerde in his hande, and beganne to deffende well hys bones / And whan Rycharde sawe his broder Alarde a fote, he torned towarde hym for to come helpe and socoure hym / And Aymon and his folke came there for to take hym. Soo beganne the bataylle yet agen more cruell than it hadde be afore. And wyte that Alarde sholde have ben taken there / yf it had not ben the noble and worthy knyghte Reynawde that came to helpe hym. And whan he was come there, he smote Bayarde wyth his spores / and wente in to the gretest preesse / soo that he overthrewe Aymon his fader doun to the erthe / and after, he sayd to hym, 'Fader, ye have pledged my broder Alarde, for ye be now sette a foote as he is' / Thenne was Aymon sore angry, that he loste almoste his wyttes / And Reynawde sette his hande to his swerde / and beganne for to departe the preesse in such a wyse / that he broughte his brother Alarde oute of the preesse. And after sayd to hym, 'Fayre brother, lepe behynde me 2vpon Bayarde;2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. f. iv.] for to abyde here ony

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lenger, it were foly' / Whan Alarde vnderstode [folio G.iv.b] his brother Reynawde, he was ryght glad, for he was so wery that he myghte no more / and soo he mounted vpon bayarde behinde hys brother Reynawde. And whan Bayarde wyst hymselfe lade wyth two knyghtes, he strengthed hym selfe so strongly / that it semed to Reynawde that he was more ioyouse 2& more mery2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. f. iv.] than he had be of all the daye / Now wyt it, that Reynawde made fouer ioustes vpon his horse bayarde, wyth his brother Alarde behynde hym. Wherof he slewe foure knyghtes 2of the folke of Charlemagne, that were come wyth his fader Aymon / And all thus Reynawde toke Alarde oute of his enemyes handes, mawgre theyr teeth, and bare hym selfe ryght worthily the same daye / as here after ye shall mow more playnly vnderstande.2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. f. iv.]

Now ben the foure sones of Aymon recreaunte & almost wery / but onely Reynawde, that never was the weker for no thynge that he dyd in armes / For as he went, he torned hym selfe at every pas that he made, and rebuked & kepte his enmyes abacke wyth his harde strokes that he gaaff to theym / soo that his folke wente afore hym all atte ther ease and leyser / And whan he sawe that his folke were well ferre from theyr enmyes / he spored bayarde, and cam to his folke, hys brother Alarde behynde hym, as lightly as bayarde had be wythoute ony bridyll, and no sadle vpon hym / for this horse was suche that he was never wery / And thus as Reynawde wente awaye, than cam and followed after hym Esmenfray / that was one of the most worthy knyghtes of Charlemagn, and was vpon a horse ryght good and blacke, that Charlemagne had gyven to hym / And whan he was nygh Reynawde, he cryed to theym, 'Soo helpe me god, [gloutons, F. orig. f. v. back.] ye ben deed or

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taken surely / I shall bryng you to Charlemagne' / And anone wente and smote Reynawd [folio G.v.a] in his sheelde / Wherof Reynawde was moche angry; and Reynawde smote hym agen in suche a wyse, & wyth so grete a strengthe / that nether for his sheelde nor for his goode armures of stele, he was not kepte / but that Reynawde overthrowe hym sterke deed to the grounde / And whan this knyghte was deed / Reynawde toke his horse by the bridyll, & sayd to Alarde his broder, 'Holde, fayr broder, lighte vpon this blacke horse, whiche is good / for I gyve hym to you' /

And whan Alarde sawe the fayr present that his brother Reynawde had doon to hym / he was as glad of ye same as thoughe he had wonne Parys / And thenne he made none other taryeng, but that / he lighted doun from bayarde, and mounted vpon [le moreau, F. orig. f. v.] Esmenfrays blacke horse, that hys broder had gyven hym / and smote hym wyth the spores, & wente & iousted agenste a knyghte of his faders folk that was called Anfray, so harde that he overthrewe hym deed to therthe. And shortly to speke, after that Alarde was in thys wyse sette agen on horsebacke, began the batayll of a freshe, sore harde & fell, in soo moche that at that owre were slayne XX of the best knyghtes that Aymon had wyth hym. Whan Aymon sawe this, he was sore angry for it, and cryed to his folke, 'Ha lordes, yf they scape you, I shall never have ioye / for they have slayne Esmenfray, the good knyght that kyng Charlemagne had gyven to me.' / Whan the folke of Aymon understode thise wordes, and the wyll of their lorde / thenne they dyd renne vpon Alarde so moche, that they made hym to leve the place by force. And yf it had not be the passage of a lityll ryver, that eased & holpe theym gretly, Reynawde & his brethern had had moche to doo. But I telle you wythout fawte, that

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Reynawde & his brethern made so grete occysion of the folk of their fader, that it was pyte for to [folio G.v.b] beholde, for there deyed well of theym XXV at the passage of the ryver; and yf reynawde had had wyth hym a L knyghtes more than he had at the passage / he sholde have dyscomfyted his fader & all his folke / but for fawte of men, Reynawde must forsake the place, & myght not save wyth hym but XIIII knyghtes of his owne / Now see how sorowfull [et piteuse, F. orig. f. v.] was the batayll / for of V hundred knyghtes that Reynawde had wyth hym there / abode wyth hym alyve but XIIII / and ye may wel wyte that the olde Aymon had dommaged his children right sore / but that they passed over the ryver. For as it is sayd / they had lost all theyr men, wherof they were full sory & wrothe. /

Now hath Reynawde so fewe folke, that he wote no more what to do / but he myght not doo [add.] therto. Wherof the teeres fell doun contynuelly from his eyen / and in lyke wyse wepte Aymon hys fader at that other side, as thistory doth tell. And whan he had wepte ynough / he sayd in this maner / 'Ha, fair sone, prue and worthy, how sory am I / for I am thoccasion of your harme & [grant, F. orig. f. v.] dommage / Now shall ye all goo as exyled / for ye have noughte to lyve vpon, & I can not helpe you by ony wyse / Wherof I ensure you I am gretly dysplaysed 5& sory for it.5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. f. v.] The devyll take his soule that first began the striff! & soo shall he.' Whan he had made his mone & lamentacyons longe ynoughe, he made incontynent all the deed bodyes to be taken for to be buryed / And they that were hurte / he made to be brought wyth hym as well as he coude / And made the body of Esmenfray to be put vpon a litter / & toke on his way towarde Ardeyne / where he bode but a nyght; and in the mornyng he made

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the litter to be borne vpon two [deux mulletz, F. orig. f. vi. back.] horses, & went agen to Paris, & cam afore Charlemagn & said to hym / 'Sir, whan I wente now late towarde my countrey, [par vostre commandement, F. orig. f. vi. back.] wyte that as I was [folio] on my waye, I fonde my children / and [a tout cent, F. orig. f. vi. back.] fyve hundred knyghtes wyth theym in the forest of Ardeyn, and 5for thacquytaunse of myn othe,5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. f. vi. back.] I dyd sende to theym my dyffyaunce / and wolde have taken theym / for to have brought theym to you as prysoners / but I myghte not / for they ben sore doubted / And that I assaylled theym, it hath cost me sore dere / for thei have borne vnto me soo grete harme & dommage that it cannot be estemed; and I slewe all theyr folke excepte XII [XIIII. F. orig.] persones, that ben scaped wyth theym / but they have slayne your knyghte Esmenfray, but at the last they wente awaye dyscomfyted 5and over-throwen5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. f. vi. back.] / And they sholde have ben taken, if it had not be a ryver that they passed over / wherby they were saved' / Whan Charlemagn vnderstode thise wordes / he was ryght sore an angred / soo moche that he lost almoste his wyte. And thenne he sayd to olde Aymon in angre / 'By god, Aymon, ye escuse yourselfe falsly / for never raven ete his yonge byrdes / To a nother ye shall make this to beleve, but not to me.' Whan the olde Aymon vnderstode the kyng that speke thus, he sayd to hym / 'Syr Emperour, wyte that I do telle you is trouth / and I doo shewe it to the ende that my trouthe be knowen / & for none other cause / Soo bryng afore me your reliques 5& hallowes,5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. f. vi. back.] that I shall swere vpon the sayntes that ben in hevyn / that it was as I have recounted & sayd to you / and yf it playse you, ye shall beleve me / and yf ye wille not / ye maye chuse therof' / 'Aymon,' sayd Charlemagne, 'I knowe

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well your hert, for yf it went all at your wyll, your sones sholde be lordes of all fraunce / and of all my empyre' / 'Sire,' sayd amon, 'ye be wroth of som other thyng, wherof I may not do therto; and yf ye have ony knyght in your courte that wyll make good this that it playse you for to saye / I shall prove it on hym, wyth my body, that he lieth falsely. But evermore [folio] ye have be suche, that ye never loved a true knyghte / but flaterers and lyers, wherof many evylles been happed, & shall happe' / And thenne Aymon came doun from the palays, and lighted vppon his horse and wente agen to his countrey / Wythout ony leve that he toke of the kynge. And he rood soo longe oo daye after a nother, that he came to Ardeyne / And there he fonde the duchesse his wyff, that came agenste hym, and receyved hym wyth a glad chere / and asked hym how he had doon.

Thenne sayd the duke Aymon / 'Full evyll have I doon / For I founde my foure sones in the wood of Ardeyne / and soo I assaylled theym cruelly / Wenyng to me for to have taken theym / whiche I coulde not doo / but I slewe and dyscomfyted all theyr folke / And they have doon to me soo grete harme of my folke / and soo many they have slayne of theym, that I knowe not the numbre. And I telle you for veraye certeyn, but yf it had not ben the prowes and grete worthynes of oure sone Reynawde / I had taken Alarde / For my men had slayne his horse / and had broughte hym so lowe that he myghte no more goo / But reynawde his broder came vpon us, and brake vs so sore that he broughte Alarde out of the preese, mawgre us and our folke, and made hym sitte behynde hym vpon Bayarde / And I telle you that Reynawde fought soo sore, that never lyon nor noo bore foughte soo strongly agenste ony other best / as he dyde fyghte

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agenst our men / for at everi paas that he made forwarde, he torned hymself agenst vs wyth Alarde behynde hym, that made vs so gretly abasshed that we myght not bere nor abyde his grete strokes / & at this tornyng that he thus made / he slewe Esmenfray, a knyght of Charlemagnes, whiche he loved moche; & whan he had slayn hym, he toke his horse, & gaaf hym to [folio G.vii.a] alarde, and made hym to goo doun fro Bayarde / and lighted a none vpon the horse of Esmenfray. And thus they wente from vs, wolde we or not / And I wente agen to Parys towarde Charlemagne / and shewed to hym / how the thynge was com / and how Esmenfray was slayne / Wherof I trowed not to have hadde blame; but he blamed me ryght gretly for it. But sith that, he is my hevy lorde, wythoute a lawfull cause / I shall make hym wrothe and sory afore sxx [six F. orig.] monethes com atte an ende.'

'Ye have doon evyll,' sayd the lady / 'that ye have thus sore dommaged oure chyldren. Ye sholde deffende theym agenste all men / and ye doo to theym the worste that ye canne! be they not your sones naturell, commen of your owne flesshe? For sooth, my lorde, ye ought well to bere yourselfe better towarde theym than ye doo / for never soo ryche a bourdeyne was borne in the wombe of a lady: blessed be the hour that they were begoten & norysshed / And soo helpe me god, my lorde, as I wolde that your chyldren and myn hadde taken you prysoner / to the ende that ye sholde yelde to theym agayne all that they have lost by you / And I thanke god ryght highli that Charlemagne is wrothe wyth you / for evyll to doo maye noo goode come of. Ye assaylled your chyldren agenst god and agenst all ryghtwysness / And yf harme is come to you therfore / thanked be god' / Thenne sayd Aymon, 'Lady, you saye me ryght, for I have

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doun grete wrong / And I promytte you that I never dyde thynge / wherof I repente me so sore, as I doo of this / [mais je vous prometz ma chiere Dame, F. orig. f. vii. back.] But truste me, I shall kepe me a nother tyme to doo theym any harme' /

But here leveth the historye to speke of Charlemagne and of the duke Aymon, & of the duchesse his wyff / and retorneth to speke of Reynawde and of his bredern / that are in the wodes of Ardeyne. [en Ardeyne, F. orig. F. vii. back.]


[folio G.vii.b] How after that the olde Aymon hadde dyscomfyted his chyldren / They wente and dwelled in the deppeste of the foreste of Ardeyne soo longe that they were all countrefayte blacke and roughe as bestes, for the grete hongre that they had endured. After they went to Ardeyne to see their moder, that fested 4and chered4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] theym gretly / and gaaf to theym soo grete goode that they mighte well enterteyne theymselfe 4and their astate thervpon4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] agenst Charlemagn / And how Mawgys their cosin arryved whan they wolde departe, which wente wyth theym in to the royame of Gascoyn wyth fyve hundred knyghtes / And of the sorowe that their lady modre made atte their departynge.

Capytulum IIII.

Ine this party the tale sayth / that after Reynaude had slayn Esmenfray, & gyven his horse to his

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broder Alarde, they passed over the ryver, & wente in to the forest of Ardeyn, sore depe in it, by cause they wolde not be aperceyved. And whan they had ben there a lityll while, they began to kepe the wayes / and 1all they that cam foreby theym, & that bare ony vytaylles, they were dystressed by theym,1 [1—1 tous ceulx q portoient viures estoient destroussey, F. orig. f. vii.] and therof they lived / for they durst not goo to no townes nor to castelles for to bye ony vitayles; and therfore they suffred grete nede & grete disease, for thei hadde nother mete nor drinke / but water. For the most parte they ete flesshe withoute ony brede / And knowe, that for cause of this grete suffraunse that they endured thus, and also of the grete colde that they had for by cause of the snowes that were there, theyr folke began to dye / And abode nomoo lyve, but Reynawde and his thre brethern. And this was by cause of the grete strengthe that was in their bodyes. /

For noo traveylle myghte not hynder theym / [folio G.viii.a] And wyte, that they hadde but eche of theym foure an horse / that is to wyte, Bayarde and the thre other / But they have nother ootes nor other corne for to gyve theym / 3but they eete onoly suche as they myghte fynde in the foreste, of rotes and leves.3 [3—3 fors que de racines de ble, F. orig. F. vii.] And for this cause theyr horses were so lene, that wyth peyne myghte they stonde / sauff Bayarde, that was fatte and in good plighte, for he coude better fede and lyve wyth rotes / than the other sholde have doon wyth heye and otes / And wyte it well, that the foure sones of Aymon lyved there this liffe soo longe, that every man that passed there as they were & kepte theym selfe / escaped not / but he was other slayne or dystressed 4of suche vytaylles as he hadde,4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] soo that all the countrey aboute theym

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was sore wasted by theym that it was merveylle / And atte the laste, the foure [omitted, F. orig.] knyghtes were soo sore apayred, that they that hadde seen theym afore sholde not have knowe theym / For theyr harneys was all rousty, and theyr sadylles and brydelles all roten, soo that they hadde made theyr reynes wyth cordes / And theymselfe were become all blacke. And it was no merveylle, for they wered alwayes theyr cote of mayle all rousty vpon theyr doubelettes / [et aussi leurs auquectons estoient tous pourries, F. orig. f. vii.] and hadde nother sherte nor Iacket / but they were all roten.

What shall I telle you more? Wyte that Reynawde was doubted and fered soo sore, that it was merveylle / For nyghe there as Reynawde haunted, was no man that durste abyde there / but onely wythin the fortresses. For whan Reynawde was mounted vpon Bayarde, and his thre brethern upon there other thre horses / [tout le monde les suqoit et si pastoient le pays, F. orig. f. viii. back.] all theyr rychese & power was wyth theym / and yet they wasted and dystroyed all the countrey all aboute theym / And soo the foure powre knyghtes were soo sore dysfygured / that who had seen theym sholde not have knowe theym / For they were [folio G.viii.b] as roughe as beres that ben famysshed, & were sore lene, that every body had of it pyte.

And whan Reynawde sawe hymselfe soo pooreli arayed, he called to hym his bredern, and sayd / 'Lordes, I merveylle myselfe moche that we take not some good counseyll what we have to doo; and me semeth that we ben become yll / and that slougthe is amonge vs. For yf we were suche as I trowed / we sholde not suffre the martyrdome that we endure; and that we have endured soo long agoo, now knowe I

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that we ben but lityll worthe, to have lette reste our enmyes as we have. But one thynge I consider / we have but fewe horses [ne harnoys ne monnoye, F. orig. f. viii. back.] and lityll harneys / and no money at all, and yet we ben in suche a plyghte that we ben more like bestes than folke / Soo praye I you all in generall, that ye wille tell me what we oughte to doo for the best / for I telle you for veraye certeyn, that I had moche lever deye as a knyghte, than for to deye here for hunger and for dysease.'

Whan Alarde herde Reynawde speke thus, he sayd / 'Broder, soo helpe me god / It is long sith I dyde take hede to that ye saye now / but I fered me full sore to telle you therof, lest ye wolde have ben dysplaysed wyth me for it / but sith that ye have opened the wordes / yf ye wyll byleve me / I shall gyve you good counseyll as me seemeth / Syr, we have suffred here grete poverte a long tyme / & we maye not goo in to no countrey but we shall be take / For as ye knowe all the barons of fraunce / and namly, [specially.] our fader and all our kynsmen haten vs dedly. And yf ye wyll beleve me / we shall goo streyghte to Ardeyne, towarde our moder / for she shall not faylle vs; and there we shall soiourne a lityll / And whan we shall have soiourned / we shall take wyth vs som company, and shalle go serve some grete lorde / Where we [folio H.i.a] shall get som goode. For ye be not suche a man but that ye shall yet ones have grete plente of goodes; for I knowe no man in erthe that of worthynes & of strengthe maye compare to you' / 'Broder,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye saye well and wysely, and I promyt you I shall doo soo' / Whan the two other knightes herde the counseylle that Alarde theyr breder had gyven to Reynawde / they began to saye / 'Broder Alarde, we knowe well that

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ye gyve goode counseyll 1to our broder Reynawde1 [1—1 a Reynault. F. orig.] ' / Thenne sayd Reynawde, 'Sith that this counseyll semeth to you goode, we shall doo it to nyghte' / Soo moche abode the foure sones of Aymon; that the nyghte came. and whan it was come, they lighted on horsebacke, & put theymselfe to the waye soo well clothed & arrayed, as I have tolde you above, and in suche wyse that theyr flesshe was seen naked in many places of theyr bodyes / And so longe they rode by nyghte & by daye, that they came there as they were borne, that was nyghe the cyte of Ardeyne / and whan they were soo nyghe the cyte that they myght well see it / they loked vpon it; and thenne they remembred the grete ryches wherfrom they were caste & banysshed / and of the grete poverte that they had suffred longe [Ils sont tant dolent que peu sen faillit, quilz ne tomberent pasmez a terre. F. orig. f. viii.] / And as they approached nyghe the cyte, Reynawde sayd to his brethern, 'We have doon evyll that we have not taken surete of our fader, for ye knowe well that he is soo cruell, that yf he maye take vs he shall yelde vs prysoners to Charlemagne.' 'Broder,' sayd Richarde, 'ye saye well; but my herte gyveth me not that our fader wolde doo as ye have sayd. And yf he so dyde, yet have I lever deye afore Ardeyne, than for grete dysease and hungre in the foreste. Late vs ryde surely, for I tell you that no body shall knowe vs. And of thother parte, yf we can sette our feete wythin Ardeyne / we shall be sauff ynough / for we be well beloved / and my lady, [folio H.i.b] our moder, sholde never suffre that men doo to vs any harme ne dysplaysure.'

'Certes, fayr brother,' 4sayd Reynawde,4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] 'ye have sayd ryghte well and wysely / and moche ye have recomforte me. Now late vs ryde in a good hour.' And whan he had sayd thise wordes / they

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entred soone after wythin Ardeyne / and thei rode thrughe the maysters strete, that they were not knowen of noo body. And they went streyghte to the castell wythoute ony taryeng / And wyte, that whan they passed thurghe the stretes, the folke that behelde theym marueylled moche of theym. For they wyst not what folke they were, and sayd the one to thother / 'See, what folke ben thyse / I trowe that they ben not of our lawe / nor of our beleve' / Thenne they asked theym / 'What ben ye, lordes, that are soo countrefayt / are ye paynemes / or of what countrey ben ye?' 'Syres,' answered Reynawde, 'ye enquere over moche; see ye not what folke we ben.' And whan they were com to the palays, they lighted doun a fote / and toke theyr horses to kepe to [a troys cheualliers. F. orig. g. i. back.] their knyghtes that were com of late in their felawshyp / And thenne the foure brethern wente vp to the hall, and met wyth noo bodi / For the olde Aymon theyr fader was a hawkyng vppon the ryver / and the duchesse 2theyr moder2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] was in her chambre, where she was contynuelly pencyfull & sory by cause that she myghte not here noo tydynges of her children. Whan the foure brethern were entred wythin the hall, they fonde noo man to whom they sholde speke / wherof they were sore merveylled /

And / they sette themselfe doun / the one here / and the other there / And abode thus a longe while that noo body 3[came] there / and whan they hadde taryed longe ynough, [then]ne came the duchesse theyr moder oute of her chambre, [and] she loked a longe the halle, Where [et elle veoir, F. orig. g. i.] she saw her son[nes thus]3 [3—3 [] from ed. 1554 corrected, as there was a piece cut out of Caxton.] countrefayte, [folio H.ii.a] whyche she knewe not / But merveylled

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herselfe gretly what folke they were / And whan Alarde sawe his lady moder com / he sayd to his broder Reynawde and to his other brethern, 'yonder is our moder that we sore desire for to see. Late vs goo agenst her, yf it playse you / and tell her our grete penurye and our nede' / 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'we shall doo soo; but we shall tary tyll she speke to vs or not.' [pour veoir se elle nous congnoistra ou non, F. orig. g. i.] And taryed thus the foure brethern tylle that theyr moder was com to theym. And whan she sawe theym so blacke and soo hidous / and pryncypally Reynawde, that was so grete & soo roughe, she toke soo grete fere of theym that she wolde have goon agen in to her chambre / But anon she assured herselfe, and sayd to theym, 'god save you, lordes / What be you, ne of what nacyon / are ye crysten or paynymes / or folke that doth penaunce? Wyll ye not have some almesse, or some clothynge for to cover your body wyth / For I see ye have grete nede of it / and yf ye wyll have it, for goddys sake I shall gyve it you gladly, to the ende he have mercy on my children, And that wyll kepe theym from ylle combraunce and fro pareyll, For it is wele seven yeres that I dyd not see theym.' And whan the duchesse hadde sayd this, she toke so grete pyte to remembre her children that she beganne to wepe sore tenderly. And whan she hadde wepte a longe while, she sayd soo highe that her children vnderstode it, 'Ha, good god! when shall the daye come that I shall see my chyldren / Alas, goode lorde, how fayne wolde I see theym! Was there e[ver [From ed. 1554. A piece cut out of the Caxton.] ] lady that bare soo ryche a bourden as I have / And that [were [From ed. 1554. A piece cut out of the Caxton.] ] of it soo dyscomforted as I am?

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eyen / And wolde dyscovere [folio H.ii.b] hymselfe / 2But whan the duchesse behelde well his visage and his byhavoyr / and maner2 [2—2 mais la duchesse le regarde, F. orig. g. i.] / her blode ranne vppe to her face / and hevered wythin her body / and beganne to shake full faste, soo that almoste she felle doun in a swoune to the erthe, And was a grete while that she myghte not speke, her herte was soo close and soo sore pressed / and all her colour loste and goon / And whan she was come agen to herselfe, she dyde caste her sighte agayn vpon Reynawde, and knewe hym ryght well by a wounde that he hadde in his face, whiche was doon to hym of a fall / whan he was in his tendre age / Thenne she sayd to hym, as gladde as any moder may be, 'Reynawde, my sone / whos peere is not amonge all the knyghtes of the worlde / How see I you soo sore appayred and chaunged? Where is goon your grete beaulte / Why, my sone, doo ye hyde you towarde me / that loveth you more than my selfe' / And while that she sayd thyse wordes, she loked aboute her / and knewe her children / and anone she went towarde theym wyth her armes spred abrode [comme forcennee, F. orig. g. i.] / for to colle and kysse theym, sore wepyng for grete pyte that they were soo sore apayred of theyr beaulte. And soo longe she kyssed one and thenne a nother / that at laste she felle doun in a swoune / And Reynawde toke her vp in his armes / where she abode a good while. And Reynawde and his bretherne ceassed not from weppynge, for grete pyte that they hadde of theyr moder.

And whan the duchesse was come agen to herselfe, she toke her chyldren, and made theym sitte doun by her / And sayd to theym, 'How is it that I see you thus poure and dysfygured? Why is it that ye have wyth you no knyghtes / nor none other company / Where have ye ben, that have endured so grete

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poverte and soo grete dysease' / [Saiches que quant la duchesse, F. orig. g. ii. back.] Whan [folio H.iii.a] the duchesse spake thus to her children, she dyd wepe styll sore tendrely / and fowndered all in teeres [omitted, F. orig.] / holdynge her sone Reynawde bytwene her armes / and kyssed hym full swetly / 'Lady,' sayd Reynawde, 'we have wyth vs but thre knyghtes, that kepe our horses yonder wythoute / For our fader hathe slayn all our knyghtes and all our folke. And also he sholde have slayne vs, if it hadde not be our lorde that kepte vs therfro thoroughe his pyte and mercy / Sore harde parentage dyd he shewe to vs, our naturell fader' / Whan the duchesse vnderstode thise wordes, she was ryght sory for it, And called to her one of her servauntes, and sayd to hym / 'Goo and make my sones horses to be in to a good stable / And that they be well tended. And brynge hither the thre knyghtes that kepe the horses wythoute / For I wyll see theym.' 'madame,' sayd her squyer, 'it shall be doon Incontynente' / And thenne he wente to the thre knyghtes / and sayd to theym that the duchesse wolde see theym, Which incontynente dyde as the lady hadde commaunded, and cam vp to the palays, where as Reynawde taryed for theym. 'Lordes,' sayd the duchesse to theym, 'ye be ryght welcome' / 'Madame,' sayd the knyghtes, 'god gyve 3you goode lyffe and longe,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] and Ioye of your chilydren / For they ben the beste [meilleurs du monde, F. orig. g. ii.] and the moste worthy of all the worlde' / This hangynge, came there a yoman / that sayd to the duchesse / 'Madame, yf it playse you to sitte atte the table, the meete is redy.' The lady toke Reynawde and the other wyth her / and ledde theym to dyner, & made theym sitte doun all afore her / And theyr thre knyghtes 5atte the lyfte syde of her5 [5—5 aupres delle, F. orig. g. ii.] / There made goode chere the foure sones of Aymon, and ete at theyr ease and atte

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theyr owne wyll / For it was longe syth that they hadde ony goode mele, Where they myghte take [ung seule repas, F. orig. g. ii.] theyr naturell foode [folio H.iii.b] atte theyr ease / And as they were atte the table, Thenne came theyr fader Aymon from hawkynge and huntynge / whiche hadde taken foure hertes and two wylde bores, 3and dyverse pertryches and feysauntes3 [3—3 omitted. le quil entra en sa salle et trouva ses enfans qui memgeoient, et la duchesse leur mere qui les servoit, F. orig. g. ii.] / Whan Aymon sawe theym / he knewe theym not / and he sayd to the duchesse / 'Lady, what are thyse folke that ben thus countrefayte' / Whan the duchesse vnderstode her husbande, she was sore agaste / and beganne to wepe, and sayd / 'Syre, thyse ben your chyldren and myn / that ye have traveylled so moche, and sore hunted as wylde bestes, The whiche have dwelled longe tyme in the foreste of Ardeyne [la grant forest la ou ilz sont aussi devenuz comme veoir pourres, F. orig. g. ii.] / Where as they have ben sore tourned, as ye now maye see. Now are they come to me, by cause I am ryght gladde whan I see theym / For to you they ben not come, for they knowe well that ye love theym not. But I praye you for god, that for the love of me ye wyll lodge theym thys nyghte, For they shall departe to morowe erly. And I wote not yf ever I shall see theym / wherfore of this I beseche you ryght humbly.'

Thenne whan Aymon vnderstode thyse wordes, he shoke all for angre, And tourned hymselfe towarde his sones / and made to theym evyll chere, and sayd to theym, 'Glotton, goddys curse have you / [Car vous ne valles riens, et comme garcons de neant estes, F. orig. g. ii.] For ye ben not worthe a strawe, For ye have nother folke nor money, nor noo prysoner that myghte paye to you a grete havoyr.' 'Fader,' sayd Reynawde, 'by the feyth that I owe to you, yf your londe is in peas / the

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other ben not soo / For ye myghte goo [quatre vings lieux, F. orig.] six score myles that ye sholde not fynde nother ryche man nor poure.

But that they kepe theymselfe wythin fortresses and in castelles / But ye doo grete wronge for to doo vs the worst that ye canne; ye toke fyrste frome vs our goode castell of Mountenforde / And after that ye hadde assaylled vs in the [folio H.iv.a] wode of Ardeyne, and slewe all oure folke / so that of [cent cheualliers, F. orig.] fyve hundred knyghtes that I had, ye lefte a lyve with me but enlevyn / Wherof VIII ben deed, and thyse thre that ye see here are abyden a lyve / Now beholde well, fader, and thynke how ye bare your selfe towarde vs / But sith it is thus that ye oughte to vs noo goode wyll, and that ye maye not see vs, Make vs the hedes to be smytten of / And soo shall you be beloved of Charlemagne / And hated of God / and of all men.'

And whan the olde Aymon vnderstode Reynawde thus speke, he knewe well he sayd trouth / and beganne to fyghte sore atte his herte / And thenne he sayd to his children / 'Myschaunt, your ledernes and slouth hath overcomen you. Ye were never my chyldren / For if ye were suche as men wene / ye sholde not have suffred the grete poverte that ye have endured soo longe / But ye shulde have goon wynne vpon your enmyes / for to mayntene your selfe honestly / and make good werre to Charlemagne thorough all his londe. But ye are becom myschaunte; and therfore I telle you that ye gete noo thynge of me / Now thenne, voyde oute soone my palays, and 4goo begge where ye wyll atte a nother place.'4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. g. iii.] 'Syre,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye saye that / that an evyll and an vnkynde fader oughte to saye / For I telle you for veraye certeyne, that we have slayne soo many theves & brygauntes that I canne not

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number theym, Wherof I fele my selfe in grete synne / But for god we requyre you that you, wyll helpe vs to recovere our londes of Charlemagne.

And yf ye wyll not do so, gyve to vs of your goodes, & we shall goo ferre from you' / 'I wyll not,' sayd Aymon. 'Fader,' sayd Reynawde, 'here I see well your evyll wyll. I and my bretherne have doon soo moche, that we ben comen in to your place / that we sholde fare the better for it; but I see well [folio H.iv.b] ye wyll caste vs therfro wyth grete afray. And I swere to you, by the feyth that I owe to my lady moder, that yf I muste nedes departe fro you in suche a maner, ye shall abye it full dere, yf ye cast vs thus oute of your londe. For I have lever deye here by you / than to deye for hungre / Syth that it maye be none other wyse.'

Thenne whan Reynawde sawe that his fader was soo harde herted agenst hym & his brethern / he wexed red for angre / and began to chaung colour, and drewe his swerde halfe oute of the sheeth / And whan Alarde sawe his brother Reynawde chaunge colour, he knewe well that he was wrothe / so ranne he & called hym, sayng, 'ha, fayr brother / for goddys love, angre not yourselfe so sore to our fader, for he is our lorde / And therfore, where [whether.] it is ryghte or wronge, he maye saye to vs as yt playseth hym / and we oughte to doo his commaundement / And yf he is cruell towarde vs / we oughte to be humble & playsaunte [omitted, F. orig.] towarde hym / Soo kepe your selfe for goddys love that ye sette not hande vpon hym / For it were agenst the commaundement of god' / 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'it lacketh but lityll that I wexe madde all quycke / Whan I see afore me hym that sholde helpe vs, defende & love vs as his chyldren, and gyve vs his good counseylle to vs / and towarde all men. And he dooth all contrary the same / He hath made peas wyth Charlemagne for

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to dystroye and undoo vs / I saw never so cruell a man agenste his sones. For he chasseth & putteth vs away from hym full shamefully / as though we were strangers or sarrasins / I sholde not conne telle the harme and grete hurte that he hath doon to vs / nor the grete poverte that we have suffred for hym / I wolde never have doo so to hym / for rather I wolde have lete me be slayn all quycke / But and yf I can ever go [folio H.v.a] from hens, I certyfye you that I shall angre hym, and shall so waste his londe that it shall doo hym but lytyll prouffyte, soo that it shall be spoken of it perpetuelly.'

And whan Aymon herde Reynawde speke thus, his herte wexed softe, & began to wepe full sore / and sayd, 'Ha, god, how I am sory that I maye not enioye the goode that god hath gyven to me largely / there sholde be no man in the worlde soo happy as I were / yf my chyldren had theyr peas with kynge Charlemagne. For I am sure that the kynge Pyramus 2of Troye2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] had never better men to his chyldren, nor more valyaunte 2ne prue,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] than I have. Ha, evyll herte, thou sholdest not take hede to none other agenst thy chyldren, But sholdest helpe theym & kepe theym agenste all men, wherfore I ought well to hate the / evyll herte; thou hast made me hate that I oughte to love as myn owne selfe' / and whan he had thus spoken to hymselfe / he sayd to Reynawde, 'Fayr sone, ye are ryght worthy and sage / For never Hector of Troye was worthe thou, [Il na cheuallier au monde qui te vaille, F. orig. G. iii.] Nor in all the worlde is not founde your matche, And therfore I oughte well to doo your wyll' / Whan the duke Aymon had sayd this worde, he spake [a la duchesse, F. orig. g. iii.] to his wyff the duchesse, and sayd / 'Lady, I goo yonder wythout, for I wyll not be forsworn agenst the

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kyng charlemagne. Ye have wythin golde & sylver ynough / and mani horses and moche harneys / palfreys & sommers / Now gyve to my chyldren all that they will take.' And whan he hadde sayd thus / he toke his men wyth hym and wente his waye.

Thenne sayd Reynawde, 'we oughte to thanke you moche of that ye have now sayd. And we shall goo hens to morowe erly 1wyth goddys grace1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig] / To the ende that ye ben not evyll at ease; and yf it playse you, we shall [folio H.v.b] abyde for thys nyghte for to comforte our moder, 3that hathe be so yll at ease for the love of vs3 [3—3 pour lamour de nous a cause quelle nous auoit perduz, F. orig. G. iv. back.] / And I promytte you, fader, we sholde not have come yet, but it had be for her sake' / 'Reinawde, fayr sone,' sayd the duk, [aymon, F. orig.] 'you are full of grete wyt / wyte that whan berthelot [artus, F. orig.] was deed, I durst not shewe me afore the kyng Charlemagn / by cause he sayd he had lever have lost the halfe of his royame / & thretened me for to hange or brenne and dystroye all my londe / and I dyd so moche by the counseyll of my frendes, that I made myn a-poyntement, and that I was oute of all blame / And ye have not considered the othes that Charlemagn made me doo agenst you / as agenste all other that helde wyth you / and I am sore dysplaysed of that I fonde you in the wodes of Ardeyn as I dyd / But I was forced of myn honour to do as I dyd, for to be in peas wyth kyng Charlemagne / Your moder hath not forsworn you / & therfore she maye gyve you of our goodis at her wyll.' And whan the duke had sayd thise wordes, he yssued oute of his palays, and wente to the woode.

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to theym, 'Fayr chyldren, now be you sure, that sin your fader is [est hors de seans, F. orig.] not wythin, ye shall be well tended vpon, and shall have all the chere that I can doo to you' [omitted, F. orig.] / And thenne she dyde doo make the bayns redy, and made theym all to bayne honestly / And wyte, that in theyr bayne were many a swete herbe / And whan they were well clene, the good lady [leur mere, F. orig. g. vii. back.] made bryng lynnen & other clothes for to chaunge, & to eche of theym a mantelle of fyne scarlet furred with hermyns / and whan she had theym well apareilled / she led theym in a chambre where their [ou le tresoir estoif, et le monstrases enfans car pour aultre nestoit il amasse, F. orig. g. iv.] faders treysur was, and shewed it to her chyldren. Whan reynaud sawe so riche [folio] a tresur / he began to laughe, & sayd, 'lady moder, gramercy of so fayre a yefte as here is / For it mystreth me well' / & thenne he toke of that tresour at hys wyll. And incontynente he sent messagers thoroughe all the countrey, for to gete hym sawdours 2of the beste men of werre.2 [2—2omitted, F. orig.] Wherof many one cam gladly to hym / the whiche Reynawde payed for an hole yere. What shall I tell you more? Reynawde and hys brethern laye that nyghte wythin the castell of ther sayd fader. And the nexste mornyng after, or it was daye, they departed. & had wyth theym V hundred men well horsed 2& well arayed2 [2—2omitted, F. orig.] / And whan Reynawde and his brethern had take leve of theyr lady moder the duchesse, she sayd to theym / 'Fayr sones, I wyll that ye draw towarde Spayn, for it is a plentuouse countrey.' And as they wolde have departed / thenne cam Mawgis theyr cosyn, that cam oute of Fraunce, Where he had ben long tyme.

After whan Mawgys was lighted / from his horse, he ranne to Reynawde / his armes spred abrode, and began to kysse hym / and [quant il eut baise il basse ses aultre freres, F. orig. g. iv.] whan he had soo doon /

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he kyssed his other thre brethern [il monte a cheval et sortit hors dardeyne, F. orig. g. iv.] / and thenne he sayd to theym / 'Ha, fayr cosyns, I am ryght glad to see you / And thanked be our lorde that he hath broughte me in to this coste.' 'Cosin,' sayd Reynawde, 'where have you ben so longe, that we had never tydynges of you' / 'Cosyn,' sayd Mawgys, 'I come from the grete cyte of Parys, Where I have stolen thre horses laden wyth golde; and here they ben / the whiche Charlemagne wende for to have hydde well. And I gyve you the halfe of it / for I myghte not bestowe theym better than to you' / 'Cosin,' sayd Reynawde, 'god thanke you.' And whan he had sayd soo [il monte a cheval et sortit hors dardeyne, F. orig. g. iv.] he wente oute of Ardeyne wyth his bretherne & his folke / and fonde his fader, that cam fro the wode; & whan Reynawde sawe his fader, he made hym reverence, & bowed hymself to hym; & aymon [folio] sayd to theym / 'fayr sones, now ben ye well garnyssed & honestly arrayed. I praye you that ye doo soo in Fraunce / that men speke of your prowes / And ye, my other children / I commaunde you that ye obeye Reynawde / and kepe hym above all thyng. For as longe as he shall lyve, ye oughte not to be a ferde of noo harme.'

Thenne sayd Alarde, 'syre, we shall doo your commaundement / and we praye you for goddys love [que nous vous soions pour recommandez, F. orig. g. iv.] that ye wyll be evermore our good fader' / 'I wyll be soo, my chyldren,' 4sayd Aymon.4 And thenne Reynawde toke leve of his fader and of his moder, 4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] that conveyd theym oute of the towne.4 But the good lady fell doun in a swoune whan she sawe departe her chyldren. And all the towne began to make suche a sorowe that it was grete pyte [a veoir, F. orig. g. v. back.] / And Reynawde & his

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brethern wente on theyr waye / 1And whan the duchesse cam to herselfe1 [1—1 vif ses filz qui sen aloient, elle commence a crier et a dire, F. orig. g. v. back.] / and sawe heyr chyldren departe / She began to saye, 'Ha, poure herte myn! Why brekest not thou / alas, yf I hadde deyed longe agoo, my soule were the better at ease / I am not a moder / but a stepmoder / [quant je voy, F. orig.] Alas, I see my ryche burden go to exyle / and yet I can not wythholde theym or helpe theym that they abyde wyth me' / Thus as the duchesse made her mone to her wymen / Aymon cam & toke her bytwene his armes, and recomforted her / and sayd to her / 'Lady, dyscomforte not yourselfe so moche, for my hert gyveth me that we shall yet see theym in grete prosperyte & honour / and grete Ioye & gladenes ye shall ones have of theym in short tyme.' Shortly to speke, the good Aymon recomforted so moche the duchesse that she left her sorowe & wente agen to the palays wyth the duk Aymon. I leve here to speke of the duk Aymon and of the duchesse hys wyf, & retorne to speke of Reynawde & of hys brethern. [les hardiz cheualliers, F. orig. g. v. back.]


How after that reynawde, his brethern, & his cosin maugys [folio H.vii.a] were departed oute of Dordoune from theyr moder, For to seke theyr adventure, [Ils alerent tout par leur journees, F. orig. g. v. back.] they roode soo longe that they came in to the royame of Gascoyn / ¶ And how by the waye thei made grete harme 6to the royame of Fraunce6 [6—6 en france, F. orig.] / And how the kynge of Gascoyn reteyned theym in his servyse. [moult doucement, F. orig.]

¶ Capitul[u]m V.

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Now sayth the tale, that after that Reynawde, Alarde, Guycharde, and Rycharde, and Mawgys theyr cosyn, were yssued oute of Ardeyn wyth all theyr fellawshyp, that was well of VI hundred men / Well mounted and arrayed / they wente and passed thorughe Byheuse, and wasted all Fraunce / 1And passed thorughe the countre of Gastynoys / and so forthe to Orleaunce / where they wente over the ryver of Loyre1 [1—1 et passerent parmy gastinois et orleans et passerent la riviere de loyre, F. orig.] / And wasted all the londe vnto Poyters / And whan they were come to Poyters / they herde tydynges of the kyng Yon of Gascoyn, that was a puyssaunte prynce, was assaylled of the sarrasins / And whan Mawgys herde thyse wordes, he cam to Reynawde, and said to hym / 'Cosin, the kyng Yon of gascoyn is a prynce of grete renommee and of grete power / goo we to hym & serve hym, and suche servyse we shall mowe doo to hym / [que charlemaigne ne nous prendra jamais, F. orig. g. v.] that Charlemagne shall not mow hynder vs by noo wayes' / 'Cosyn,' sayd Reynawde, 'lete vs thenne go there, sin that it semeth to you good' / And whan they were hereto accorded, they toke theyr waye towarde Gascoyn / and rode so longe by theyr iourneys that they cam to Bordews, a fayr cyte / Where they fonde kyng Yon wyth a grete company of knyghtes / and whan they were donn from ther horses, Reynawde sayd to his folke, 'go we lodge vs' / 'cosin,' sayd mawgys, 'we shall not do so, but we shall speke streight wyth kyng yon; & yf he reteyneth vs, in a good hour be it; & if he do not so / we shall serve borgoyns [folio H.vii.b] the sarrasin, whiche is ryght prue & sage, & hath all redy conquested almoste all the londe of kyng Yon / as Tholouse, Montpeller, Lyetary, and saynt Gyle Tarasoon / & Arles; & yf we faylle here / we shall not faylle there' / 'Cosin,' sayd Reynawde, 'you speke

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well and wysely, and we shall do as ye have sayd.' And thenne Reynawde toke wyth hym L. knyghtes, and his thre brethern, and Mawgys; and toke of his armes, and clothed hym selfe honestly & rychely / And whan he was well arrayed / he wente to kynge Yons courte vpon a lytyll nagge. And whan he rode thorughe Bordews, all the peple ranne for to see hym / by cause he was soo grete and soo well made / and soo fayr wyth all, and also his thre brethern, but they were not all eveyn soo grete. And whan they were come to the gate 1of the kynges place,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] Reynawde lighted on foote / and wente vp to the palays, and founde the kyng atte the counseyll / [mais, F. orig. g. v.] And whan the stywarde sawe Reynawde soo fayr a man / and soo goodly, and soo many folke wyth hym / he came hym agenste, and sayd to hym, 'My lorde, ye be ryght welcom.' And Reynawde answered to hym / 'god gyve you good adventure! Now telle, and playse you, where is the kynge?' / 'My lorde,' sayd the stywarde / 'he holdeth now his counseyll / For Bourgons the sarasyn is entred in hys londe, and hath doon to hym grete harm / For he hath brente townes and castelles, abbeyes, hospytalles, 1chirches1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / and all other [orther, Text orig.] monasteryes / and now he is parforce wythin Tholouse 1wyth a grete puyssaunce.'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] 'Certes,' sayd Reynawde / 'This borgoyns ys of grete power as me semeth, and after that men sayen.' Thus as Reynawde and the stywarde spake togyder, came kynge Yon 1oute of the counseyll chambre.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] And whan Reynawde sawe hym [il se dresse et prent ses freres, F. orig. g. vi. back.] / he toke his brethern & his cosin mawgys wyth hym, & went agenst the kyng, whiche Reynawde salued [folio H.viii.a] ryght humbly, and sayd to hym / 'Syr, I am com to you fro a ferre londe [et suis cheualliers moy et mes freres, F. orig.] wyth my thre brethern & my cosin, that

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ye see here, for to doo you servyse, and our folke, yf it playse you; and we shall serve you in suche a maner that we wyll have nothynge of you. But & our servyse be agreable vnto you, Ye shall promyse me as 1a kynge, yf it be your playsur1 [1—1 comme roy que vous etes, F. orig.] / that ye shall be my warraunt & helpe agenst all other.' 'Good frende,' sayd the kyng Yon, 'ye be ryght welcom to me / And where ye saye ye be come for to serve me / 2I thanke you for it wyth all my hert2 [2—2 Je vous mercie humblement, F. orig.] / but I wyll fyrst knowe what folke ye ben. For ye myghte be suche that I sholde defende you, or that I sholde be your enmye.' 'Syr,' sayd Reynaude, 'syth that it playse you to knowe what we ben / I shall tell it to you / Wyte that my name is Reynawde, and am sone eldest to the duk Aymon of Ardeyn, and thise thre knyghtes ben my bredern: here is Alarde, Guycharde, & Rycharde [le combactant, F. orig. g. vi. back.] / and here is Mawgis our cosin, one of the beste knyghtes of the worlde, & most wyse. Charlemagne hath caste vs out of Fraunce / and hath dysheryted vs / And our fader hath dysavowed vs for the love of hym / and for this cause, sir, we goo seke about after a lorde that is good & true, that sholde helpe vs to deffende agenst Charlemagne / and we shall serve hym well & truly.'

Whan kyng Yon herde this that Reynawde sayd / he was ryght gladde of it that they were the foure sones of Aymon, the beste knyghtes of all the worlde, & mooste doubted / and Mawgys, that was the moost subtyll of the worlde / that were com for to serve hym. He wolde not have been so gladde yf men hadde gyven to hym alle Parys; For he wyste that yf ever he sholde fynisshe his werre / It sholde be by theyr meane / Thenne he loked vppe towarde heven /

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And thanked our lorde of the comyng of thyse [folio H.viii.b] worthy knyghtes. And thenne he sayd to theym, 'Lordes, ye are reteyned of me / For ye ben not the men that ought to be refused: I promitte you truly, and in feyth of a kynge / that I shall defende you wyth all my power agenste all men. Ye are dysheryted, and I also; therfore it is well rayson that we be togyder, and that the one helpe the other of all his power.' 'Syr,' sayd Reynawde, 'we thanke you a thousande tymes / & I promyse you that we shall deye in your servyse, or elles your londe shall be recovered agayne' / The kyng called his stywarde, 2and sayd to hym, and commaunded2 [2—2 et luy commanda, F. orig.] that Reynawde & his felawshyp sholde be well lodged. Incontynente the stywarde toke Reynawde by the hande, and fulfylled the commaundement of the kynge. Now are the 3foure3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] sones of Aymon acoynted wyth the kynge Yon 3of Gascoyn3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] / whiche wente to have doo well / but he repented hym soone after / ¶ But here we leve to speke of kyng Yon [de gascongne, F. orig. g. vi.] / and of the foure sones of Aymon / and retorne to speke of Burgoyns, that were at Tholouse, the whiche he had take by force of armes.


¶ How Reynawde / his bredern, & Mawgys, dystroyed Borgons the sarasin / that had dystroyed the royame of Gascoyn, & chassed the kyng Yon vnto Bordews vpon Gyronde, that durste not goo thens for feere of the sarasins / And after, how kyng Yon gaaff my lady Clare, his suster, to Reynawde, for to be hys wyff, for the grete servyse that

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he hadde doon to hym / And how he made for hym the castell of Mountawban.

¶ Capytulum VI.

In this party showeth the historye, that after Bourgoyns hadde taken Tholouse / he made a grete [omitted, F. orig.] parliamente to his folke / And sayd to theym / 'Lordes, ye knowe well / That whan the yron is well hoote, hit werketh the better / [que quant il est froit, F. orig. g. vi.] Thys worde I have sayd afore your lordeshyppes [folio I.i.a] for to gyve you to knowe that we oughte to doo. And therfore me semeth that we oughte to ryde nowe towarde Bourdews while the corne is in the eere / For our horses shall have mete ynoughe.' 'Syre,' sayd his folke / 'ye speke well and wysely; lete it be doon as ye have devysed.' [faictes que soyes demain prest comme pour mourir, F. orig. g. vi.] & whan the morow cam / Bourgons departed out of tholouse wyth well XX thousande knyghtes well armed, And ceassed not for to ryde tyll that they cam afore Bourdews in IX dayes. And he sat all his folk in a bushement wythin a grete wode that was nyghe [prez de la citie manda bien quatre cens sarazins, des myeulx montez pour courir, et ceulx aloient tout ardant et gastant tout le pays au pres de la citie, F. orig.] / and abode there wyth theym, excepte foure hundred men, that wente to the cyte, wastynge and brenynge all the countrey vnto the cyte of Bordews / And whan the daye watche that was vpon the gate of the cyte sawe the sarasyns com / he cryed wyth an highe voys / 'Arme you, knyghtes! for here ben the paynyms, that com for to hurte you.' Whan the cyte vnderstode this, she began to be sore moeved.

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be blowen, that all our folke put theym selfe in armes.' Incontynent made his brethern his commaundement / And whan they were all armed / Reynawde mounted vpon bayarde / and cam to kynge Yon, and sayd to hym / 'Syr, be not abasshed of noo thynge, but be sure that god shall helpe vs this daye / Myselfe, my brethern / and all our folke, we goo afore. And make your folke to be redy incontynente, for my herte gyveth me that this cursed sarasin shall be this daye dyscomfyted / and overcome wyth the helpe of god' / 'Frende,' sayd the kyng, 'god be wyth you / and I shall doo that ye telle me.' 1And thus Reynawde wente out of Bordews,1 [1—1 Quant Renault eut dit ses parolles il sen issit hors de bourdeaulx, F. orig. g. vii. back.] the formest of all his folke, agenst [folio I.i.b] the sarrasins, vpon hys horse Bayarde / the shelde atte his necke / and his swerde in his hande / and ranne fyersly vpon his enmyes, and incontynent smote a paynym thrughe hys shelde, so that he overthrewe hym deed to the grounde; and forthwyth he cast a nother / god wote he helde well his swerde, For he hewe the sarrasins [si legerement. F. orig.] as they had ben wythoute harneys. And shortly to speke, after that Reynawde & his folke were assembled, the paynymes myght not endure / For Reynawde and his brethern slewe theym as bestes, soo that they muste nedes flee towarde their bushement / And whan borgons sawe his folke [si desconfitz, F. orig.] come thus, he yssued oute of the wode 5wyth his companye,5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. g. vii. back.] and made bussynes & hornes to be blouen / and came for to socoure his men. And whan Reynawde sawe so grete nombre of folke 5comynge oute of the wode,5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. g. vii. back.] he was sore merveylled, and tourned hymselfe towarde his brethern, & sayd to theym / 'Lordes, kepe that ye be not dysmayed / for we shall gete a grete worshyp this daye; and I praye you that every man parforceth

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hym selfe to doo well' / 'brother,' sayd Rycharde / 'we shall never be dysmayd as long as ye be vpon bayarde' / 'Broder,' sayd Reynawde, 'doo as goode men / for yf ye wyll parforce yourselfe a lityll, this paynymes shall not holde afore vs' / Thus as Reynawde spake to his brethern / they sawe Borgons com, the spere in his reest, and smote a man of Reynawde by suche a strength that he shoued his spere thorughe and thorughe his body / soo that he fell doun deed to the erthe. Whan Alarde sawe that, he was wroth, and spored hys horse, & ran vpon a paynym so harde that he felled hym sterke deed afore hym / And shortly to speke, there was never seen suche a dystresse of folke / as Reynawde, his brethern, and Mawgys 1his cosin,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] made wyth soo fewe folke as they were, agenst Borgons the sarrasin /

[folio I.ii.a] Thenne whan the kyng Yon, that cam to the socours of Reynawde, sawe the grete faytes of armes that he & his brethern made / and how hardly they dyd set vpon & overthrewe all that they recounted afore theym / he blessed hymselfe of the merveyll that he had of theym / And thenne he sayd to his folke, 'goo we socoure thise worthy knyghtes / for it is tyme longe agoo' / and whan kyng Yon had sayd thise wordes, he spored his horse, & put hymself amonge the thyckest, & began to doo well; and dyd so moche that he brake the grete preesses / and cam where Reynawde / was / and whan Reynawde sawe the kyng Yon, he sayd to hym, 'Syr, be sure and certeyn that the sarrasins are dy[s]comfyted' / thenne sayd the kyng, 'Reynawde, I am well assured that god shall doo me grace thrugh your highe prowesse; blessed be the hour that ye were borne / and cam in to thyse marches' / To speke shortly, ye bataylles were assembled of one parte & of thother; but whan Borgons sawe the gret harme that

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Reynawde bare to him of his folke, he sayd to hys men / 'we ben overcome by the prowes of thise five knyghtes. Late vs goo backe agen / for it is tyme' / and whan he had sayd thyse wordes / he & his folke began to flee / And whan Reynawde sawe Borgons, that fleed / he smote bayarde wyth the spores & ranne after hym, & sayd to hymselfe, that Borgons sholde abyde there, or elles it sholde cost hym his liff / [Que vous diray je plus, F. orig. g. vii.] Wythin a short whyle Reynawde was ferre from his brethern / and ferre from his felawshyp, so that they wyst not whiche waye he drew / Whan Alarde sawe that he wyst not where Reynawde was drawe / he sayd to hymselfe, 'Ha, god! whiche waye is my brother drawe to that I am not wyth hym?' and thenne cam there kyng Yon, that sayd to theym / 'Lordes & knyghtes / well ye knowe, gramercy god that it ys not wysdome for to chasse overmoche [folio I.ii.b] his enmyes, for often tymes cometh there a grete dommage / lete vs wythdrawe vs, I praye you.' 'Syr,' sayd Alarde, 'what saye ye / we have lost reynawde our broder, & wote not where he is, nor if he is deed or taken.' Whan kyng Yon vnderstode this worde, he was full sory & wrothe / and they wente & sought among ye deed that laye vpon the feelde. And whan alarde sawe he coude not be founde, he made grete sorowe wyth guycharde, rycharde, & Mawgys also. And whan the folke of Reynawde saw that he was not founde, they began to make so grete sorow that it was a pyte to see.

'Alas,' sayd Alarde, 'what shall I doo? I departed fro my londe poure & exyled / but I dyd not care for it / for I wente wyth the beste knyght of the worlde, & trowed by the prowes of hym to have recovered honour & havoyre, myselfe & my brethern / and now I have lost hym thorough my defawte!

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Alas, myschaunt! what shall we doo frohens forth? For the erthe shall not mow susteyne vs no more / But that it shall fowndre vnder our feete' / and whan the kyng Yon sawe the grete sorowe that the poure knyghtes made for theyr brother, he sayd to theym, 'Lordes & knyghtes, what is this that ye doo? sith that he is not deed, it oughte to suffyse you / For yf he be take, ye shall have hym agen, & shold cost me all that I have in the worlde / And also we have soo many of theym prysoners / that Borgons shall not doo hym noo harme for no thyng.' 'Syre,' sayd alarde, 'lete vs goo after, for goddys sake / lete vs wyte where he is becom.' 'Frende,' sayd ye kyng, 'I wyll doo so gladly.' and thenne they spored theyr horses, & went as fast as theyr horses myghte renne / and wyte that alarde, guycharde, rycharde, & mawgys, rode a good pase, so moche that it semed that therthe sholde have cloven a sondre vnder theym / ¶ Now wyll I tell you of Reynawde, [folio I.iii.a] that went after borgons so fast as yf the tempest had chassed hym; and he was goon so ferre wythin a shorte while, that it is wonder for to here tell, for there was no best that wente afore bayarde his horse / and whan reynawde had overtaken borgons / he cryed vpon hym as hie as he myght do, 'Certes, borgons, thy horse maye no more, I see it well / and therfore flee no ferder / but turne thyself towarde me; for yf thou deyed fleeng thou sholdest be shamed' / whan borgons herde reynawde speke thus to hym, he retorned incontynent. And whan he sawe reynade, he knewe well that it was the good knyghte that had dy[s]comfyted all his folke, & sayd to hym / 'Syre knyght / goo backe agen, & marre not your horse about noughte; for yf ye lese hym, ye shall never recover suche a nother.' & this he sayd for to abasshe the

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good knyght reynawde / for he durste not iouste wyth hym by cause of the grete prowes that he had seen in hym. But reynawde was not the man that sholde be made a ferde wyth wordes / 1And thenne reynawde said agen to hym1 [1—1 si luy dist, F. orig. g. viii.] / 'borgons, thys worde mystre not to you for to saye, for ye must nedes defende yourselfe' / And thenne he spored incontynent bayarde / & whan borgon saw that he myght not be delyvered of reynawde but by iustynge / he spored his horse & ranne vpon reynawde as harde as he myght, and smote reynawde so sharply that the spere went in peces. reynawd fell not / but smote borgons suche a stroke that he overthrewe both horse and man to the grounde, & wounded borgons in hys brest full sore / And whan borgons sawe hymselfe atte the grounde, he rose vp lightly, & toke his swerde in his hande / and cast his shelde vpon his hede / and whan reynawde perceyved the stroke that he had gyven hym in his brest, he cryed to hym, & sayd / 'Certes it shall not be reproched to me that ye fyghte me a fote, & I on horsbacke' / and wyth this he lighted doun from bayarde, and drewe oute his swerde [hors du fonteau, F. orig. g. viii.] & went [folio I.iii.b] agenst borgons, and borgons agenst hym / and there began a sharpe batayll. and whan the horse of the pagnym felte hym selfe from hys mayster, he began to renne awaye 4over the feldes;4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] & whan bayarde sawe hym renne awaye / he went after & overtoke hym soone ynough / and thenne he toke hym by the mane 4wyth his teeth,4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] and drew hym wyth so grete myght that he broughte hym agen to his mayster, in the same place where the two 4worthy4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] knyghtes fought togyder / and reynawde gaaf a stroke to borgons wyth his swerde vpon his shelde, & all that the sworde roughte he cut thrugh, the flesshe, & well

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an hundred mayles of his flancardes, and made hym a grete wounde in to the haunche.

Thenne whan borgons the sarasyn sawe the wonderfull strengthe of reynawde, & the grete strokes that he gaaf to hym / he was sore afrayed, & fered leste he sholde deye; & so he wythdrewe hymself abacke, [ung peu, F. orig. h. i. back.] & sayd to reynawde, 'Ha gentyll knyght, I praye the for the love that you haste to thy god, that thou gyve me trewes / and I shall make the lord & sire of all that I have in this worlde' / 'certes,' sayd reynawde, 'I wyll not do so / for I have promysed to kyng Yon that I shall helpe hym agenst all men / and he in likewyse hath promysed me; but & yf ye wyll make your selfe crysten, I shall do it gladly.' 'Syr,' sayd borgons, 'I wyll yelde me to you; for to no better knyght than ye be I can not yelde myselfe / yf ye wyll save my liff & my membres' / 'Borgons,' sayd Reynawde, 'yf ye wyll yelde you to me, ye shall have no more harme than I shall' / 'wyll ye promyse me this?' sayd borgons / 'ye,' sayd reynawde. 'now holde my swerde,' sayd borgons / '& I put my selfe all togyder in your hande.' And reynawde tooke his swerde, & assured hym that he shold not deye / and they two went togyder for to take theyr horses / and whan they had theym, they lighted [folio I.iv.a] vpon, and toke theyr waye towarde Bordews / and as they cam agen, they met wyth kyng Yon, that cam, & his folke, rennynge agenst hym as fast as they myght. Whan reynawde sawe the kyng / he thanked hym moche that he was comyng after hym, & presented to hym borgons, that he had thus taken & conquested, as I have reherced to you, & sayd to hym, 'Noble kyng of gascoyn, I beseche you that borgons have no harme / for I have assured hym.' 'Good frende,' sayd kyng Yon, 'nomore he shall / but all honour for the love of you / & I praye to god that I

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maye do no thyng that is agenst your wyll' / And whan alarde, guycharde, richarde, & mawgys sawe reynawd, that brought borgons prysoner, they were never so glad, for thei wende to have lost hym / so ranne they & kyssed hym full swetly, & made hym grete feste & grete honour / For they had ben in grete sorow for the love of hym.

'Brother,' sayd Alarde, 'in to a grete sorowe 1& hevynes1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] ye had brought vs this daye, for we wonde that ye had be take; but sith that ye have taken borgons, the werre is doon / and blessed be the hour that ye were borne, & the pappes that ye souked' / and whan they were well fested, they toke on their waye towarde bordews / where they led borgons as a prysoner / And whan the kyng yon was at bordews, he lighted doun, and toke wyth hym reynawde & his brethern by the hande, & mawgis also, & wente vp to the palays, and founde his folke, that made grete fest / and he [le roy yon, F. orig. h. i.] called them to hym, & sayd, 'Lordes, [faictes honneur a ses cheualliers, F. orig.] bere honour and worshyp more to this knyght than to me / for I am kynge of Gascoyn by theyr worthines & grete prowes; for yf they had not ben, I had be deed & overthrowen; blessed be the good lorde that dyd put in their myndes for to com into this coste, For they have quyted my londe, & have set all my royame in peas' / To speke shortly, the kyng made [folio I.iv.b] the buty to be dealed, Wherof the most party he made to be gyven to reynawde & his brethern. And reynawde wolde take no thyng of it / but gaff it all to his folke / and whan ye kinge sawe the grete largenes of reynawde, he loved hym more than he dyd afore / & thenne he sayd that he wolde make reynawde lorde over hym / and of all his londe /


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he kyng yon had a suster, the whiche was a ryght fayre damoysell / whan she herde speke so moche good by reynawd, she called to her a knyghte that was called water, and sayd to hym / 'tell by your feyth / who had the pryce of the batayll.' 'madame,' sayd water, 'I shall tell it you wyth a good wylle. Now wyte that reynawde is the best knyght of all his brethern, & of all the worlde, for he toke borgons the sarrasin by force / wherby he hath brought the werre at an ende.' Whan the pucell vnderstode this worde she was right glad, & dyde thanke our lorde for it wyth all her hert. And ye kyng & his knyghtes ceassed not to make ioye for the victory that god had sente to theym thrughe the grete prowes of the valyaunt reynawd / Whan borgons sawe hymselfe in pryson, he sente worde to kyng yon that he sholde come speke wyth hym / And as sone that kyng yon wyst of it, he wente to hym / and whan borgons sawe hym, he salued hym, & after sayd to hym, 'Syr, [roy yon, F. orig. h. i.] I am your prysoner, & also the moste party of my folke; and yf it playse you, ye shall put me to raunsome, and my men also, & I shall gyve you X. horses laden wyth golde, for me & for mi folke' / 'Borgons,' sayd the kyng, 'I shall doo it wyth a goode wyll, yf reynawde counseyll me so, & noo otherwyse I wyll not doo' / And thenne the kyng yon sente for reynawde, 2& for his brethern,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] & all his other barons / And whan they were come, he helde his counseyll how he sholde doo for the delyveraunce of borgons. Reynawde & his barons counseylled the kynge [folio I.v.a] that he sholde put Borgons to raunsom. and whan the kynge sawe that his barons counseyled hym the same, he made borgons to be called / and made his delyveraunce to be signyfyed vnto hym / And thus was borgons delyverde, & wente

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wyth his folke into his countrey, and yelded Tholouse agayn to kyng Yon, & sente to [au roy Yon, F. orig. h. ii. back.] hym X. sommers all laden wyth fyne golde, as he had promysed to hym / And incontynent that the kyng Yon had received theym he gaaff them to reynawde & to his brethern; but reynawde dyd as a worthy knyghte / For not a peny he wolde take of it, nor his brethern also.

It happed vpon a daye that Reynawde and his brethern wente in a forest that was not ferre thens / and toke foure wylde bestes / And as they were comynge homwarde, they founde themselfe vpon the ryver of gyronde / and as they wente, Alarde loked over the ryver, & sawe a hyghe montayn, & all highe to the toppe of it was a fayr roche / And whan Alarde sawe soo fayr a grounde and so stronge, he tourned hymselfe towarde Reynawde, and sayd to hym / [beau frere, F. orig.] 'Brother, yonder vpon that highe mountayne is a fayr grounde and a stronge, I beleve that there hath ben somtyme a castell. And yf we myghte doo soo moche to buylde there 3a stronge place3 [3—3 ung chastel, F. orig. h. ii. back.] for ourselfe, Charlemagne sholde never take vs there / And yf ye wyll beleve me, ye shall aske it of kynge Yon. And yf he gyveth it to you, Lete vs doo make there a 4stronge castell.'4 [4—4 ung forteresse. F. orig. h. ii. back.] 'Cosyn,' sayd Mawgys to Reynawde, 'Alarde gyveth you good counseyll, And I praye you that ye wyll doo soo as he hath sayd' / 'Cosyn,' sayd Reynawde, 'I shall doo it, syth that ye counseyll me soo' / And whan they were accorded to the same / 5they entred into a barge, & wente over Gyrounde / And whan they came a londe / they ceassed never tyll that they came afore the kynge5 [5—5 Ils se mirent dedens gironde et passerent oultre et ne finerent de chevaucher tant quilz sont venuz devant le roy, F. orig.] / And presented hym

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the bestes [sauluaiges, F. orig.] [folio I.v.b] that they hadde taken. And whan the kynge sawe theym he receyved theym curtoyusly, For he loved theym moche / And thenne the kynge embraced Reynawde in his armes.

The morowe nexte, after that the kynge hadde herde masse / Reynawde toke the kynge and drewe hym a lityll atte oo side / and sayd to hym, 'Syre, we have served you longe well and truly.' 'Certes,' sayd the kynge, 'ye saye trouthe / and therfore I am holde to rewarde you well for it. Now loke yf I have in all my londe, cytes, townes, or castelles, or other thynge that ye wyll have, For ye shall have it Incontynente.' 'Syre,' sayd Reynawde, 'I thanke you moche of your goode wyll. But here my wordes, yf it playse you' / 'saye on hardely,' sayd the kynge / 'Syre,' sayd Reynawde, 'I and my bretherne were the other daye comynge fro the chase / and as we came alonge by the syde of Gyronde and of Dordonne, and namely betwene thyse two ryveres / I sawe a mountayne sore hyghe; And yf it playse you, I wolde well buylde therevpon a castell after my playsure / Wherfore, syre, and it playse you, 3ye shall graunte to me this gyfte3 [3—3 vous le me donnez, F. orig. h. ii.] / for all the servyse that ever I dyde to you.' Whan the kynge vnderstode thys worde, he was ryght gladde of it, and sayd to Reynawde / 'I ryght gladly graunt this to you. And wyth the same, ye shall have of me X thousande marke every yere for to maynten your astate' / 'Syre,' sayd Reynawde, 'gramercy' / and caste hym selfe to his feete. And the kyng yon toke hym vp 4anone curtoyusly,4 [4—4 incontinent, F. orig. h. ii.] & kyssed hym for grete love; & after, he sayd vnto hym / 'Noble knyght, I promyse you I shall make you a ryche man, 5yf god spare me liffe.'5 [5—5 si je viz longuement, F. orig.] 'sir,' sayd reynaude, 'god yelde you, & we shall serve you truly' /

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1& thus they departed fro eche other.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] The nexte daye, after whan the kyng was rysen oute of his bed, he made reynaude to com [folio] afore hym / And after he toke XX. knyghtes wyth hym, and no more, and toke his barge vpon gyronde, and passed over the ryver, 1reynawd & his brethern wyth hym1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / and thei dyde so moche that they cam vpon the roche [et monterent au dessus, F. orig. h. ii.] / and whan they sawe the place so fayr & so playsaunt, the kyng was merveylled of it, & reynawde was ryght glad / For the grete strenghte that the place had / for yf he myght doo so moche to buylde there a castell, he sholde not doubte Charlemagne of a peny, nor none other persone of the worlde, whan vytaylles were in it, for vpon the highest of the montayn spronge oute a fayre fountayne, & plenteous ynoughe for X. thousande persones. Whan the knyghtes that were wyth the kyng sawe the place so fayr & so playsaunt, & so strong wythall, they were gretly abasshed / a knyght thenne toke the kynge, & had hym a lityll aside, & tolde hym / 'Sir, what is this that ye wyll doo / wyll ye have a lorde above you? wyll ye doo make here a fortresse / I tell you vpon my feyth, that yf reynawde set here a castell, he shall fere you lityll, nother you nor all other barons of gascoyn / for reynawde is suche a knyght as ye knowe, & also his brethern & their cosin mawgys / and also they be strangers / and soone they shall bere you grete harme yf they wyll; doo to hym some other good, yf ye wyll beleve me, and lete this alone, For over grete harme myghte come to you therof.'

Thenne whan kyng yon vnderstode suche wordes, he becam all abasshed of it, for he wyste well that the knyghte sayd trouth / and lityll it lacked that the werke of the castell cam not forthe. he began to thynke a lityll; & after, he sayd that he had promysed

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it to reynawde / 1and thus he sayd to the knyght1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] that the castell sholde be made; so called he reynawde, and sayd to hym / 'My good frende, where will ye that the castell be made' / 2'sir,' sayd reynaude, 'I wyll yf it playse you that it be [folio] set here in the same place vpon the roche.'2 [2—2 Sire je veul quil soit asses ici si vous plaist, F. orig. h. iii. back.] 'Certes,' sayd the kynge, 'I gyve it to you / Now hast you to see that it be made & buylded vp 1as ye thynke best1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / and thenne ye shall doubte nother me nor my folke' [mais je ne cuide mye que vous me vueillez querroyer moy ne mes barons de mon pays, F. orig.] / 'sire,' sayd reynawd, 'lete be thise wordes, for it is no nede to speke therof / for I certyfye you as a true knyght, that I had moche lever deye an evyll deth amonge the turkes / than that I sholde thinke treyson vpon you nor vpon no other / Syre, I am & have be take hederto, & holde for a true knyght / god gyve me grace that I doo not from hens forth, wherby I sholde other wyse be taken [pour desloyal, F. orig.] / sire, thinke you by cause I am enmye to charlemagn, my soverayn lord / that I sholde be therfore a traytour, & that I have doon agenst hym som treyson; wyt that whan I slewe berthelot his nevew, alas, I dyd it in my defence / for he drewe first blode vpon me wythoute reyson or cause why. But I swere to you vpon my feyth, that yf ony man doo ony wronge vnto you / I shall avenge you therof after my power; but & yf ye have ony suspectyon vpon me, gyve me it not' / 'Good frende reynawde,' sayd the kyng, 'I dyd but iape wyth you, for I know well your trouth, & wel ye have shewed it vnto me; 1god thanke you1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / and therfore I have graunted it vnto you / and yet I doo. And I wyll that ye be lorde above me, and of my londe.'

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And whan reynawde vnderstode the curtoysie & the goodnes of the kynge / he thanked hym ryght moche / and he sent thrughe all the londe / and made com all the maysters masons, & carpenters, & many other crafty men in suche werke / so moche that they were well two [deux cens et cinquante, F. orig. h. iii.] hundred, beside the labourers / and whan all his stuff was redy, he made theym to buylde there a strong castell / wherof ye grete hall was first made, & after many chambres, & thenne the grete towre. And whan ye doungeon was well closed, reynawde made after, all ye castell to be closed rounde about wyth double walles, hie & thick, [folio I.vii.a] of harde stones, & many toures vpon, that it fered no sawtyng of no side of it; & made to this castell foure gates, & no more; & also he made ye portcolisse, fawesebrayes, & barbacanes well defensable, so that it myght be no better / whan ye castell was accomplysshed / reynawde & his brethern were therof right glade / for it semed theym that they were assured from their enmyes / And whan kynge Yon knewe that the castell was accomplysshed & full made, he went to see it / And whan reynawde wyst that the kyng cam / he went agenst hym, 3& welcomed hym full honestly,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] & made hym goo vp to the grete toure of the fortres, by cause he shold see the compas of the castell rounde aboute at his ease / for, fro the grete toure, men myght see all. The kyng behelde well the fayr werke, that was so playsaunt & so strong wythall, & the fayr fountayne that was in ye myddes of it / And thenne he called reynawde, & sayd to hym, 'Good frende reynawde, how shall this castell be called / for me semeth it ought well to have a noble name, for the grete beaute wherof it is garnyshed' / 'sire,' sayd reynawde, 'it hath no name yet / and yf it playse you ye shall gyve it a name as it shall like you best' / 'certes,'

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sayd the kyng, 'the place is praty and fayr / and I wyll that it be called Montalban' / and thenne the kyng made to be knowen thrugh all his londe, that who wold come dwelle & enhabyte in the sayd castell, 1whiche was as grete as a towne1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. h. iv. back.] / he sholde be free of all maner of duytes the space of X yeres.

Thenne whan the folke of the countrey knewe the fredome of the castell / ye sholde have see come there / knyghtes, gentylmen, burgeys, yonge & olde / yomen, 2& folke of all maner of craftes2 [2—2 clers, villains et sergens, F. orig.] / so that this castell was pepled of all maner of folke / that in all ye countrey was no towne so wel pepled / for there dwelled V hundred burgeys, all ryche men; & [folio I.vii.b] there were well L. taverners, 4and XVC. men of crafte, beside other folke4 [4—4 et cent hommes des glise, et y auoit bien plus de cenq cens hommes de mestier, F. orig. h. iv. back.] / And shortly to speke, montalban was so well garnysshed, and so riche wythin a lityll while, that it was grete merveill for to see / and wyte it, that the kynge yon loved reynawde wyth so good a love, for by cause of the grete worthyness of hym, that he gaaf to hym valery & all the lordshype, that was worthe a thousande marke of good rente well set / whan the barons sawe that the kyng loved reynawde soo well, they were wroth for it, 1& had enuye vpon hym;1 and thei cam to ye kyng & sayd to hym, 'sir, take well good hede what ye doo / for montalban is ryght stronge, & so is reynawde suche a knyght, that none better is not in all the remenaunt of the worlde / and yf it happe by ony wyse that he be an angred vpon you, he shall mowe lightely bere to you & to all your folke over grete dommage.' 'Lordes,' sayd the kyng, 'ye saye trouth / but reynawde 5is so gentyll & so courtoys of hymself5 [5—5 a si gentil cueur, F. orig. h. iv. back.] that he shall never

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thynke vpon no treyson nor to no shame in no maner of wyse.' 'sire,' sayd thenne an olde knyght, that stode before the kyng, 'yf ye wyll beleve me, I shall tell you how ye shall alwayes be lorde & mayster above reynawde all the tyme of your liff.' 'Frende,' sayd the kyng, 'tell me this I praye you.' 'Syr,' sayd the knyght, 'gyve hym your suster to his wyfe, so shall he be well maryed, for reynawde is well a noble gentylman of all foure sides. And therby ye shall be assured that he shall never be angry ne wrothe wyth you' / 'frende,' sayd kyng Yon, 'ye gyve me good counseyll / and I shall doo it as ye have counseylled me / but I praye you that ye purchace this matere.' 'sire,' sayd the olde knyght, 'sith that I knowe your wil in this behalfe / I shall doo my best for to bryng the matere to a conclusion effectuell' / after thise wordes thus sayd, the kynge retorned agen to Bordews wyth ioye, devysynge wyth ye olde knyght of the matier wherof they had spoken togyder. [de la mectre a effect, F. orig. h. iv.]

[folio I.viii.a] The first daye of the moneth of Maye, reynawde went from his castelle of Montalban, to bordews for to see kyng Yon, & toke alarde his broder wyth hym / And whan the kyng Yon wyst of it, he cam to hym agenst, and receyved reynawde wyth grete ioye, and kyssed hym full swetely / And after, the kyng toke hym by ye hande, & went vp togyder to ye hall of the palays, 3and so forth to the chambre of paremente, whiche was hanged right rychely;3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] and thenne the kyng called for the chesse / for to playe at it wyth reynawde. And as they were playing togyder, there cam in the olde knyght, that had charge of the kyng for to make the maryage of reynawde & of the kyngys suster, whiche knyghte was called godefraye of molyns / and whan he was come afore the kynge, he sayd,

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'Here, Lordes, what I wyll tell you / To nyghte, as I was in my bed a slepe / me semed that I sawe Reynawde, the sone of Aymon, that was set hyghe in a chayre, & all the peple of this royame enclined theymself byfore hym. And the kyng gaaf to hym a sperhawke, mewed full fayr & good. & me semed also that thenne came a grete bore 1out of the wodes,1 [1—1 devers gironde, F. orig. h. iv.] that made an horryble noyse, so that no body durst not approache nyghe hym / thre men assaylled hym / 2but they coude not hurt hym, & passed by theym.2 [2—2 mais il passa tout aultre, F. orig. h. iv.] And whan Reynawde sawe that, he lighted vpon bayarde, & cam agenste hym, & faughte wyth hym, & hurted hym sore / and thenne I woke out of my slepe' / and whan the olde knyghte had sayd so / thenne rose a doctour, that was called bernarde, the whyche was ryght wyse & a grete clerke, & sayd / 'fayr lordes, yf ye liste to herken, I shall expowne and declare vnto you the signyfycasion of this dreme / Wyt it that the chaier where Reynawde sat, betokeneth the castell that he hath buylded / & the peple that bowed themself to-warde hym, signyfyeth the folke that are come dwelle [folio I.viii.b] there / And the yefte that the kyng gaaf to hym, betokeneth that the kyng yon shall gyve hym his suster to his wyff / that wylde bore signyfyeth som grete prynce, crysten or pagnym, that shall come to assayll / kyng Yon / and the same is the sygnyficacyoun of the dreme of Godfray; and I, indygne for to speke / sholde counseyll that the maryage sholde be doon of reynawde & of the suster of kyng yon. For they shall be thus bothe ryght well 4& rychely4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] weded' / And thenne the kynge answered, 'thou hast spoken well & wysely.' Whan the clerke had declared the betokenyng of the dreme of tholde knyght Godfray, the kyng yon sayd that, touchynge this maryage, the thynge was

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well agreable vnto hym. And whan reynawde vnderstode this worde, he sayd to the kyng / 'sir, gramercy of your fayr yefte that ye doo to me / but & yf it playse you, ye shall have a lityll pacyence vnto the tyme that I have counseylled wyth my brethern & my cosin Mawgys' / 'Broder,' sayd alarde, 'ye have sayd yll. What refuse you of the kyng so grete a yeft as he gyveth you now; yf ye wyll beleve me, ye shall fulfyll ye kinges wyll incontynente / for to me & to my brethern it shall playse well / And whan the kyng gaaff you not his suster / but a simple damoysell, yet oughte you to beleve hym & doo after his wyll' / 'brother,' sayd reynawde / 'it is not the firste tyme that ye have gyven to me good counseyll & true / and I promyse you I shall doo it, sith that ye doo counseyll me so' / and thenne reynawde torned hymself towarde the kyng, & sayd to hym / 'Sir, I am all togyder redy to doo all that [vostre vouloir et commandement, F. orig. h. v. back.] ye wyll' / and thenne reynawde rose vp, and the kynge toke hym by the hande / and made his suster to be affyaunced vnto hym.

Thenne whan the maryage was made accorded, and made sure of the one parte / & of thother, the kyng Yon cam [folio K.i.a] to the chamber of his suster / and fonde her besi aboute a penouncell of a spere / that she made full fayr for the knyghte Reynawde, but she durst not tell it. The kyng salued her as sone as that he sawe her / and the noble mayd rose vp anone agenst her brother, & made him due reverence ryght manerly. 'Fayr suster,' sayd the kyng, 'I have doo marye you well & highly.' whan the pucell vnderstode hym / she began to chaunge her colour, & bowed her body to hym, and sayd no worde of a longe whyle / And whan she had the power for to speke, she sayd to the kyng her broder / 'Syr, to whom have you gyven me?' 'Fayr

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suster,' sayd the kyng, 'I have gyven you vnto the best knyghte of the worlde. It is Reynawde / the sone of Aymon, the noble knyght & valyaunt' / Whan the noble damoysell vnderstode that it was to Reynawde to whom her brother had maryed her, she was ryght glad of it / For she loved Reynawde of a grete love, and sayd to ye kyng / 1'Syr, I wyll doo wyth all my veraye herte your comaundemente & your wyll'1 [1—1 Sire je vueil ce que vous plaist, F. orig. h. v. back.] / Thenne the kyng toke her by the hande and broughte her to the palays, and sayd to Reynawde afore all his barons, 'Holde here, worthy knyghte [omitted, F. orig.] Reynawde, I gyve you my suster to your wyff & spouse.' 'Syr,' sayd Reynawde, 'a thousande gramercys of so fayr a yefte that ye gyve to me presently, [a present, F. orig. h. v. back.] For it apperteyneth not so grete a yefte to so poure a knyghte as I am' / Thenne toke Reynawde the pucell, & fyaunced her / and sware. And the kynge wolde make no taryenge therat, but toke the pucelle by the hande / and broughte her to the chyrche well honourably. And the bysshop of Bordews wedded theym / and whan Reynawde had his wyff espoused / [il la mena a ses freres et a son cousin mawgis, F. orig. h. v.] he sente for his brethern and for his cosin Mawgys, that were at [au chastel de Montauban, F. orig. h. v.] Mountalban, the whiche made grete Ioye / and made all mountalban for to be hanged wyth ryche tapyssery / And [folio K.i.b] thenne they mounted their horses all covered wyth sendall, and wente to Bordews / and met wyth Reynawde and his wyff by the waye, 7where as grete ioustynge was made afore the ladyes7 [7—7 la ou lont faisoit moult belle joustes, F. orig. h. v.] / And after the ioustynge was doon, they came all to Montalban / and whan they were com there, the ioye began to be grete in the castell, as god had descended there / For to saye trouth .viij dayes lasted the feste, and many grete yeftes were presented and gyven to the

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lady / And whan the feste had endured as longe as I tell you / The kynge Yon wente agen to Bordews, right glad of the mariage / that he had made of Reynawde and of his suster. For he thoughte well that Reynawde sholde helpe hym agenste all men: and he sayd trouthe / For after that the maryage was ones made, there was noo baron in all Gascoyn that durste loke vppe, and yet there were some that wolde not [nat, in text orig.] doo their devoyre to the kynge / but Reynawde made theym well come forth for to doo the kyngis comaundement accordynge to theyr ligeaunce, wolde they or not. For Reynawde was both loved and doubted thrughe all ye londe of Gascoyn / ¶ But now leveth here the history to speke of Reynawde and of his bretherne & of Mawgys, And retorneth to speke of Charlemagne, that wente to saynt Iames in Galyce for to doo penaunce for his synnes.


¶ How the kynge Charlemagne made a vyage to saynte Iames in Galice / And how at his comyng agen he knew how Reynawde and his bredern were in the royame of gascoyn in a right strong castell called Montalban / And how Charlemagne sente worde to kynge Yon of Gascoyn that he sholde yelde to hym his enmyes; 2that is to wyte, Reynawde, Alarde, Guycharde, & Rycharde, the sones of Aymon,2 [2—2 cest assauoir regnault et ses freres, F. orig. h. v.] and in caas that he wolde not, he sholde com besege hym in [folio K.ii.a] his lande afore X monethes came atte an ende. Wherof the kynge Yon answered that he wolde doo

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noo thyng for hym in this behalve / And how after that the kynge Charlemagne was retorneth to Parys 1wyth his felawshyp1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / Rowlande, his nevew, arryved at Parys, the whiche the kynge made knyghte / and after he sente hym to reyse a sege afore Coleyn, that a sarrasyn had beseged that was called Escoufrawde, ye whiche Rowlande conquered / And after sheweth how Reynawde won [wan, in text orig.] the crowne of kynge Charlemagne / for the goode rennynge that his horse bayarde made at Parys.

¶ Capitul[u]m vij.

Nowe sheweth the history that Charlemagne was at Parys, and cam to hym a devocyon for to goo in pylgrymage to saynt Iames in Gales. And soo he departed oute of Parys, and toke in his company Oger the dane & the duk Naymes of bavyre, and many other barons and grete lordes / Whan they were vpon theyr waye, they dyde soo moche by there iourneys that they cam to saynt Iames in Galyce. And whan they were arryved there / The kynge wente streyght to the chirche, & offred afore the aulter ten marke of fyne golde. And whan he had offred and doon his devocyons / he toke on his waye agayne, and came 1wyth his felawshyp1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] to Bordews / And in his comyng thider, he loked over the ryver of gyronde, 1not ferre thens1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / And sawe the castelle of Mountalban, that was vpon a roche, soo fayr & so well made, & so well shette wyth fayr wallis, & thycke in the forme, as I have tolde you afore / And whan Charlemagne sawe it, he behelde well vpon it a longe while, and thenne sayd, 'Ha, good lord, yonder is a fayr castell, stronge and well set / I

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see well that the kyng Yon [de gascogne, F. orig. h. vi. back.] hath made it of late / for it semeth yet to be all new; and it can be none other wyse, [folio K.ii.b] sith that he hath buylded it in suche a strong place / but that he thynke to make werre to some body.' And thenne he called to hym a knyghte of the londe, & sayd to hym / 'tell me how ye calle that castell.' 'Syr,' sayd the knyghte, 'the name is Mountalban' / He had grete luste to speke / for yf he had keped his peas there had ben none other thynge of it / But he sayd suche wordes that afterwarde bare grete harme to hym selfe and to many other. For he tolde to the emperour that reynawde and his brethern, the sones of Aymon, had do make that castell / and was called Mountalban / And how the kynge Yyon had gyven to Reynawde his suster to his wyf.

Whan Charlemagne vnderstode thyse wordes, he was ryght angry for it and wrothe, And wyste not what he sholde saye / and helde hym selfe a grete whyle that he spake not / and whan he had mused a lityll / he sayd to his folke / 'fayre lordes, I shall telle you a wonder; For I have founde my enemyes in this londe, that ben the foure sones of Aymon. Now vp, Ogyer, and you, duke Naymes / lighte on horsebacke incontynente, and seke so moche kyng Yon that ye fynde hym, and telle hym in my behalve that he yelde to me agen the foure sones of Aymon, that ben myn enmyes, the whyche he hath wythdrawen and borne oute agenste me. And that he fynde me knyghtes for to brynge theym only into my londe / for I am delibered, sith that I have fonde theym, for to hange theym or fleye theym quycke. And yf he wyll not do soo / defye you hym on my behalfe, And telle hym that wythin this thre or foure monethes I shall be wythin his londe of Gascoyn wyth all my ooste / and I shall destroye and overthrowe all his townes and castelles,

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and yf I maye take hym, I shall punysshe hym wythoute ony mercy' / 'Syr,' sayd Ogyer, 'we shall doo your commaundemente, but we shall [folio K.iii.a] take wyth vs Lances and Hostes, the whyche ben prue and sage' / and Charlemagne sayd that he was contente; and incontynente they wente on theyr waye, And wente aboute for to vnderstode where kynge Yon was / And soo longe they asked after hym, that they founde hym atte Montalban, evyn atte the foote of the roche / For the kynge Yon wente agen Bourdews, and Reynawde conveyed hym. When Ogyer sawe Reynawde and the kynge Yon, he knew theym well / And incontynente he salued the kynge / and sayd to hym / 'Syre, god gyve you good liffe and longe' / And the kynge rendered to hym his salute, and after sayd to hym, 'Of whens be you?' [beau sire, F. orig. h. vi.] 'syre,' said Ogyer, 'We ben of the swete Fraunce / And also we be sente vnto you / And we are of Charlemagne folke. Now here vs, yf it playse you.' [seigneurs, F. orig. h. vi.] 'Syr,' sayd the kynge, 'ye be ryght welcome. Now telle on what ye wyll saye' / [doulx roy Yon. F. orig. h. vi.] 'Sire,' sayd Ogyer, 'the emperour Charlemagne sendeth to you worde by vs, that ye yelde agen vnto hym his enmyes ye whiche ye have wythdrawen in to your landes, and that ye sende to hym a hundred of your men for to conduytte and brynge theym wyth hym vnto Fraunce. And yf ye refuse to doo this / 5We, by his commaundemente, deffye you of his behalve5 [5—5 Il vous deffie de sa part, F. orig. h. vi.] / And wythin thyse thre monethes he shall be in Gascoyn / and shall take all your londes, and shall besege you wythin the cyte of Bordews / And yf he take you, he shall punysshe you in your body. Now have we sayd our message, And yf it playse you, ye shall gyve us an answere.'

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'Ogyer,' sayd the kynge / 'It is well trouth that I have reteyned the foure sones of Aymon, whiche ben worthy knyghtes; and soo have I reteyned theym, by cause they ben prue and valyaunte in armes, and also that they have [folio K.iii.b] holpen and socoured me atte my grete nede / For I was dysherited 2and vndoon for ever2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] yf they had not ben / And for the grete goode that they have doon to me, I have gyven my suster germayne to Reynawde for his wyff / And therfore I sholde be to cruell, and eke well myschaunte, yf I sholde now take theym in to the handes of theyr enmyes mortalle, syth that they have doon to me soo good servyse [et loyualment, F. orig. h. vii. back.] / I have lever for to be dyshereted, and deye an evyll deth, than to yelde theym, or suffre that they have ony harme nor shame to my power / For namly the kynge Charlemagne sholde thenne holde me for a foole and well nyce / And therfore, Ogyer, yf it playse you, ye shall telle the emperour from my behalve, that I shal forsake firste all my londe and my royame, than I sholde deliver theym in his handes / And this is myn answere' /

Thenne whan the kynge had sayd thus, Reynawde spake after and sayd, 'Ogyer, I merveyll gretly of the kynge Charlemagne, that wyll not leve vs in peas / He caste vs oute of Fraunce poure and dysheryted, wherof I am ashamed / and as ye knowe, I wolde be reformed wyth rayson to the sayenge of his barons; but it playseth hym not / And soo he casted vs oute of Mountenfourde shamfully / so that we wyste not where we sholde go / And yet it suffyseth hym not, but he wyll cast vs oute of the londe of Gascoyn, wherof he dooth grete synne. For yet am I redy for to doo his wyll in rayson and ryght / And I telle you well, that yf he refuce this by hys pryde, I wyll well

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that he knowe that / I and my brethern are not suche that shall be taken as lyghtly as he weneth. And I promyse you, that or ever he hathe vs / I shall make hym more than ten tymes angry and wrothe / For this that [le roy, F. orig. h. vii. back.] he dooth / he dooth it but of pryde / Ogyer, I wyll well that kynge Charlemagne knowe, that the kyng [folio K.iv.a] Yon of Gascoyn hath gyven to vs leve to buylde a castell that hath to name Montalban / the whiche is stronge and imprenable, and yet I have knyghtes wyth me that shall not faylle me at my nede. And tell to kynge Charlemagne that sith I can not have noo peas nor accorde wyth hym, that I shall doo to hym all the dommage and harme that shalle be to me possyble for to doo.'

'Reynawde,' sayd Ogyer, 'ye speke not wysely; wene ye to abasshe vs wyth wordes / ye shall not so; but whan ye shall see the oost and the grete power of Charlemagne togyder, ye shall be sore abasshed, and atte the ende ye shall be full wrothe and sorry / [Regnault, F. orig.] Ye knowe well that the emperour Charlemagne made you knyghte, and ye slewe his nevew Berthelot / and therfore thynke not to fynde peas towarde hym / And ye wene to be assured by cause the kynge Yon hath made you to close a castell / but well I wyll that he knowe that he shall repente for it full sore / For afore two monethes be paste we shall be in the myddes of his londe, and shall dystroye all his royame / And we shall brenne bothe castelles and townes.' 'Ogyer,' sayd Reynawd, 'I swere to you on my feyth, that whan kynge Charlemagne 4shall be wyth his oost in this londe,4 [4—4 sera retourne en gascogne, F. orig. h. vii.] he shall wyshe hym selfe soone agayne in Fraunce wyth his folke. And whan ye shall see the harde ioustyng and sharpe werre that I and my brethern shall make agenste hym / he and ye shall be sore

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abasshed of it; and some of you speketh now hye, that whan the dede shall come to preeff, he shall be full lowe' / 'Reynawde,' sayd then Ogyer, 'I wyll hide no thynge from you / The kyng Charlemagne hath so grete a power / and is delibered for to besege Bordews / and yf he maye take you, he shall punysshe you cruelly / now doo as ye wyll. I have tolde you all [folio K.iv.b] my message, and I goo agen to kyng Charlemagne' / whan he had sayd thise wordes, he retorned towarde kyng Charlemagne, & shewed vnto hym what kyng Yon & reynawde had sayd / And whan the kyng vnderstode [ses parolles que le roy Yon et Regnault luy mandoient, F. orig. h. vii.] the same / he shoke all for angre, & sayd / 'now shall it be seen how kyng Yon & Reynawde shall defende Gascoyn agenst me' / And thenne went forth charlemagne & passed the ryver of gyronde, and rode soo longe that he cam to Paris; and the daye after, he called all his barons that they sholde com to him. And whan they were all com / the kyng helde hys counseyll, & sayd to theim, 'Lordes, I have sent for you to telle you the grete shame that the kyng Yon of gascoyn dooth to me. For he holdeth the foure sones of Aymon, 3my mortell enmyes,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. h. vii.] in dyspyte of me, and ye knowe what dommage they have doon to me / for they slew my nevew Berthelot / I dyd banysshe theym oute of Fraunce; thenne made they the castell of Mountenforde wythin my londe / and I chassed theym oute of it. Now ben they in Gascoyn wyth the kyng Yon, that sayth he shall deffende theym agenste me, and he has gyven his suster to Reynawde / wherfore I praye you all that ye wyll helpe me that I be avenged.'

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made soo long agenste Reynawde / [Et quant Charlemaigne, F. orig. h. viii. back.] And Charlemagne sawe that no body answered to hym no thinge / he called to hym the duke naymes & ogier the dane / and the erle Guydellon / and sayd to theym / 'Lordes, what counseylle doo you gyve to me in this matere?' 'Sir,' sayd the duke Naymes / 'yf ye wyll beleve me, I shall gyve you goode counseyll / Suffre your ooste to reste this fyve yeres / By cause that your folke is wery of the werre / so shall they reste theym selfe a lityll / And whan thei shall be fresshe / thenne [folio K.v.a] shall ye mow make werre atte your wyll / for every man shall thenne com to it wyth good wyll.' And whan the emperour vnderstode this counseyll he was sore an angred for it, that he wente almost oute of his wyt. And as he wolde have sayd agenst the duke Naymes, there cam a yonge gentilman of grete beaulte / and broughte in his company XXX. fayr sqyers, well arrayed. [et vit le damoisel emmy la court du palays et montre contremont les degrez. Et quant il fut au palays il sen vint devant lempireur charlemaigne. F. orig. h. viii. back.] this yonglynge cam to the palays, & wente vp / and whan he cam afore the emperour, he made his obeysaunce to hym full courtoysly. 'Frende,' sayd the kyng, 'ye be ryght welcom; what wynde brought you hider, & what be you' / 'sire,' sayd the squyer, 'I am called Rowlande of bretayn, & I am the sone of your suster and of the duke Myllon.'

Thenne whan Charlemagne vnderstode Rowlande speke thus, he was right glad of hym, & toke hym by the hande & kyssed hym many tymes, & sayd to hym, 'ye be ryght welcom / I wyll that ye be made a knyghte to morow in ye mornynge, & ye shall assaye yourself vpon Reynawde, the sone of Aymon.' 'Syr,' sayd Rowlande, 'I shall doo your commaundement, & I promyse you / Reynawde shall not be spared

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of me, and he shall not bere awaye no thyng of yours. He slewe my cosyn Berthelot, wherof I am right sory / and therfore I shall avenge his dethe, yf I maye by ony manere / or elles Reynawde shall slee me' / And in the mornyng the kynge Charlemagne dowbed his nevewe rowlande to a knyghte, wyth moche ioye and wyth grete honoure. and as the feste was a doynge / there came a messager that sayd to the emperour, 1 [1—1 Droit empereur, F. orig. h. viii.] 'Most hie & moste puyssaunt prynce1 / your men of Cologne recommende theym ryght humbly to your goode grace, And they doo you to wyte that the sarrasyns have [folio K.v.b] beseged theym, And have hurte theym ryght sore / For they have brente and dystroyed alle the contree / wherfore they beseche you ryght humbly, that ye com for to helpe and socoure theym yf it be your playsure / Or elles they are but deed / and vtterly dystroyed.'

And whan the emperour vnderstode thyse tydynges he bowed his [head] towarde the erthe, and beganne to thynke a lityll / And whan Rowlande sawe his vncle that mused thus in hym selfe / he sayd vnto hym / [Sire, F. orig.] 'Wherof be ye soo dysmayed / Gyve me some parte of your men, And I shall goo reyse the sege of Cologne' / And whan the emperour herde Rowlande speke soo, he was ryght gladde of it, and embraced and kyssed hym full swetly, and sayd to hym / 'Fayr nevew / blessyd be the hour that ever ye were borne / For I knowe for certeyn that ye shalle kepe me fro peyne and traveylle, and in you shall be my rest and my comforte / And I wylle that ye goc there' / And thenne he gaaff hym XV. thousande men of armes well horsed 4& well arrayed4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] / And whan they were well appareylled / Rowlande lighted vpon his horse and sayd to his vncle 4the kyng4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] / 'Syre, I commende you to god.' 'Fayr nevewe,' sayd Charlemagne, 'I have

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taken to you my men in your kepynge / I praye you that ye wyll kepe theym well / and doo so moche that ye gete worshyp / and god be wyth you' [amen, F. orig. h. viii.] / 'sire,' sayd Rowlande, 'be not dysmayed, for at my retorn, 2yf it playse god,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. h. viii.] ye shall knowe how that we have doo.' And whan he had sayd this worde / he toke leve of nis vncle / and wente on his waye wyth his folke / and they rode so longe by theyr Iourneys that they came to cologne all by nyghte / and put theyr busshement nyghe the oost / And as thei were nyghe the oost they met wyth certen sarrasins that cam [folio] agayn wyth a grete proye of oxen and shepe, and of men and of wymen that were theyr prysoners / And made theym suffre grete martyrdome /

Whan the frenshemen sawe theyr enmyes / They sayd in this maner / 'Lordes, our lorde hath sente vs hyther. Here ben the traytoures sarrasyns / 4that soo sore we have desired for to fyghte wyth theym4 [4—4 que tant avons defirez, F. orig. I. i. back.] /Now shall it be seen what we shall doo to theym / Putte vs amonge theym / for atte this hour they shall be overthrowen' / Whan they hadde spoken ynoughe, they made none other taryenge / but spored their horses and ranne vpon the sarrasyns by grete streynghte, Soo that in a lityll while they had theym dyscomfyted soo sharpely, that they slewe theym all, And recovered all the prysoners and the bestes. ¶ And shortly to speke, Whan the ooste of the pagnymes horde the noyse of the frenshemen [incontinent, F. orig.] they moved theym selfe / and lighted vpon their horses / and vpon the frenshemen. And whan the frenshe men sawe theym come, they wente agayne to their busshemente aswell as they coude / [et les sarazins, F. orig. I. i. back.] And beganne to chasse theym.

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Whan Rowlande sawe that it was tyme to set vppon / he yssued oute of his busshemente wyth his folke, and wente and smote vpon the sarrasyns so harde that he casted to the erthe a grete parte of theym. ¶ And to speke shortely, the bataylle beganne soo cruell and soo fell that it was [grant pitie, F. orig.] pyte to see / For ye sholde have seen soo many speres broken / and soo many sheeldes in two / and so many sarrasyns liynge deed on the grounde, soo that wyth peyne men myght go by fore the deed men that laye so thyck one vpon thoder / & Rowlande spored his horse wyth ye spores, & went & smote [moult cruellement, F. orig. I. i. back.] a sarrasin that was a kyng & the chyef of ye sarrasins oost, with so grete myght that he overthrew him to erthe, [folio] but he slewe hym not of that stroke / but taryed vpon hym, & gaaff to hym suche a stroke wyth his swerde vpon hys helme, 4that he made hym all a stonyed.4 [4—4 quil luy fist chauceler les dens en la gorge, F. orig. I. i. back.] And whan Rowlande sawe hym so evyll arayed, he bowed hymselfe, and toke hym for his prysoner, and dyd set hym agen vpon his horse & brought hym wyth hym. and whan the sarrasins sawe their lorde taken, & sawe ye woundre of armes that Rowlande made, & of the frenshmen / they putte theymselfe to flighte full shamfully. And whan Rowlande sawe the sarrasins flee thus, he cryed wyth a highe voys / 'Lordes, goo after theym / for they flee all / and yf they scape vs / it shall be to vs a grete blame towarde myn vncle the kyng Charlemagne, and we shall beholden for cowardes / wherfore I praye you lete not one escape, for ye shall have theym lightly, sith that I holde in my handes theyr kyng' / Whan the frenshemen herde Rowlande speke thus, they sayd, 'free knyghte, be not dysmayed of no thynge / for we make noo doubte that none of theym shall scape, but

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they shall be taken or slayn' / 'Lordes,' sayd thene the kynge sarrasin that Rowlande had taken, that had to name Escorfawde / 'They ben all myn / I praye you that ye kylle theym not, for they ben all ynoughe dyscomfyted / sith that ye have taken me, but gyve theym tryews. And have me to kyng Charlemagne, yf it playse you / And yf ye maye doo so moche that Charlemagne pardonne me the grete offence that I have doon to hym, I shall holde from hensforthe all my herytage of hym, and yet all my lignage shall be obeyssaunte vnto his wyll, & of this ye maye beleve me.' 'By my hede,' sayd rowlande / 'ye speke curtoysly' / '& by my feyth,' sayd Naymes, 'Escorfawde sayth well, & we shall do so' / they gaaf tryews to ye sarasins, & toke their way agen to charlemagn, & brought escorfaude wyth them, & so longe thei rode that they cam to paris / and [folio K.vii.a] whan the kynge Charlemagne knewe that his nevewe Rowlande was come agayne to Parys, and that he had dyscomfyted the sarrasins, and broughte prysoner wyth hym kynge Escorfawde, he was ryght gladde of it / And anone he mounted on horsbacke, and came agenste his nevewe Rowlande / And whan Rowlande sawe hym, he lighted doun from his horse / and wente & caste hym selfe to the feete of kyng Charlemagne 2his vncle.2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] And anone he made hym to ryse vp / and kyssed hym swetly / And thenne Roulande sayd to hym, 'Syre, here I deliver vnto you the kynge Escorfawde that we have taken. He hathe tolde vs that he shall make hym selfe a crysten man / And that he and his lygnage shall holde theyr londes of you / yf ye wyll pardonne hym youre ylle wylle' / 'Nevewe,' sayd the kynge Charlemagne, 'there ys noo truste in hym / And therfore I wyll kepe me from hym.' Thenne commaunded the emperour that / Escorfawde sholde be broughte to pryson / and he sholde be well

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kepte, And that he sholde have all his wyll of mete and drynke / And after, whan Escorfawde was put in pryson / The kynge Charlemagne dyde calle to hym the duke Naymes, and sayd to hym, 'What thynke you by my nevew Rowlande? What dyde he whan the batayll was assembled' / 'Syre,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'of Rowlande nedeth not to speke. For ever / sith that god was borne of the vyrgyne Marye, suche a knyghte was not seen / For he alone hathe overcomen the sarrasines [et desconfits par sa prouesse, F. orig. I. ii. back.] by his grete prowes / And yf he hadde a horse that myght bere hym whan he were armed / I swere by my feyth that ye sholde never have enmye / but that he sholde brynge hym to your mercy by force of armes / 2Soo moche he is prue and valyaunte.'2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. I. ii. back.] The kynge Charlemagne sware by his hede that he was ryght gladde therof / 'But tell me,' sayd he to [folio K.vii.b] the duke Naymes / 'where myght men fynde suche a good horse as ye speke of' / 'Syre,' sayd the duke, 'yf ye wyll beleve me / I shall gyve you goode counseyll / Make to be cryed wyth a trompette vpon Mounte martyr, that ye wyll see renne all the horses of your ooste. And he that shall renne beste, shall wynne your crowne of golde, And fyve hundred marke of fyne silver, and a hundred rolles of silke / And all thus ye shall mowe know the beste horse of your royame / And whan ye shall have seen hym / bye hym / & gyve hym to your nevew Rowlande / And after, gyve leve to all your barons vnto the feste of saynt Iohn the baptyste nexte comynge' / 'Duk Naymes,' sayd the emperour Charlemagne, 'ye gyve me goode counseyll / And I shall do thus as ye have devysed.' Thenne the kynge made to be cryed vpon Mounte marter evyn thus as duk Naymes had devysed / And dyde make the lystes for the horses to renne in / And whan this was doon, he

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made his crowne to be set atte the ende of the listes / and also the fyve hundred marke of sylver, and the hundred rolles of sylke / And this hangynge, a yoman wente to his countrey in gascoyn / and as he passed thrughe Montalban, he recounted to Reynawde & to Mawgys all the thynge that men wolde doo at Parys, And how Rowlande was come to the courte / And how he had dyscomfyted Escorfawde the kyng sarrasin, and how ye kyng Charlemagn wolde have the best horse of all his royame for to gyve hym to Rowlande, and shewed the sayd yoman the pryce that the kyng had set. And also how the emperour Charlemagne gadred his ooste for to come to mountalban, And how the course of the horses sholde be made atte saynt Iohns tyme nexte comynge.

[folio K.viii.a] Thenne whan reynawde vnderstode thys worde, he began to laugh, & after sayd to maugis, 'cosin, by all hallowes of god, Charlemagn ne shall see the beste torne of the worlde, but he shall not knowe that I shall have hys crowne. For I wyll go there vpon Bayarde, to see how he shall prove hym selfe atte thys tyme' / 'Syre,' sayd Mawgys, 'ye shall not doo so yet; but yf ye wyll goo there, suffre that I bere you company / soo shall you be more sure / and have with vs knyghtes well armed.' 'Gladly,' sayd Reynawde, 'syth that ye wyll soo.' Whan it was tyme for to meve towarde Parys / Reynawde called to hym Alarde, Guycharde, and Rycharde 2his bretherne,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. I. ii.] and 2Mawgys2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. I. ii.] his cosyn, and sayd vnto theym / 'It is tyme that we goo to Parys / Take knyghtes chosen, and putte our selfe in the waye.' 'Syre,' sayd his bretherne, 'your commaundemente shall be doon' / And whan they were all appareylled / Reynawde came to his wyff, and sayd to her, 'Lady, I praye you that ye doo kepe well my castell / and I shall come soone agen' / 'Syre,' sayd

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she, 'commaunde knyghtes that they ben not oute of the waye / & I promyse you, yf the kynge Yon my broder cam hym selfe, he sholde not come inne / nor none other, vnto the tyme that ye be come agen / Now goo god be wyth you' / Thenne toke Reynawde leve of hys wyff / and sette hym selfe towarde the waye, & his folke, and went to Parys. And whan they were come to Orleaunce, and hadde passed the ryver of Loyre, men asked theym of whens they were. And Mawgys, that spake for theym all, answered, 'Lordes, we ben Bournoys, that go to Parys for to assaye our horses for to wynne the pryce that the kyng hath set vpon, yf god wyll so consente.' Thenne by fayre wordes they passed forth, & so longe they rode that thei came to Melym but they entred not wythin the towne, but [folio K.viii.b] lodged theymself in a grete valey, and there they soiourned theym selfe & theyr horses foure dayes.

Thenne whan cam the evyn of saynt Iohn, Reynawd called Mawgis, & sayd to hym, 'What shall we doo? to morowe shall be the courses of the horses / wherfore I saye that it is covenable that we goo lye to nyghte at Parys' / 'Cosin,' sayd / Mawgys, 'ye saye well 2and wysely.2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. I. iii. back.] Now lete me doo a lityll & playse you.' Thenne toke Mawgis an herbe, & stamped it vpon a stone wyth the pomell of his swerde / and tempered it wyth water, and rubbed bayarde therwyth, soo that anone he becam all white, in suche wyse that they that had seen hym before, knewe hym not / and after he enoynted Reynawde wyth an noyntement that he bare alwayes wyth hym, & incontynent he becam to the age of [quinze ans, F. orig. I. iii. back.] XX. yeres / And whan he had thus atorned Reynawde and his horse / he toke hym, & broughte hym afore 4his brethern and afore the other knyghtes,4 [4—4 les aultres cheualliers freres de Regnault, F. orig. I. iii. back.] &

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sayd to theym / 'Lordes, telle me how thynke you; have I not well transfygured hym / shall not they maye com agen and not be knowen? Beholde bayarde, how he is wexen whyte, he shall lese the pryce for age.'

Thenne whan the barons sawe reynawde & bayarde so torned / they began to laughe, & were gretly merveylled how Mawgys had thus dysfygured theym / Whan Mawgys had transfygured reynawde & bayarde, and hymselfe also, Reynawde mounted vpon bayarde, & mawgys vpon morell, and toke leve of their folke / But reynawde atte his departyng sayd to his bretherne / 'have no feere for me, For I shall not be knowen, yf god wyll' / 1Thenne wente Reynawde on his waye; and his folke wepte for hym,1 [1—1 Lors se mist a la wye tout en plourant et ses gens plourient aussi, F. orig. I. iii. back.] for Reynawd wente in such a place where he had many enmyes / For yf Charlemagne had come take hym, all the golde of the worlde had [folio L.i.a] not saved hym / but he sholde have caused hym to be hanged / And whan they departed, Alarde sayd to Mawgys / 'I praye you for god that ye have my broder Reynawde for recomended / for yf it were not for the truste that I have to you, I sholde not suffre that he sholde goo to Parys, for all the golde of spayne.' And thenne Reynawde and mawgys wente on theyr way. Now shall I leve a lityll to speke of theym, And shall retorne to the kyng Charlemayn, that was at Parys wyth his folke.

Charlemagne sawe his barons that were all com / and thenne he called the duke Naymes, Ogyer the dane, and Foulques of moryllon, and sayd to theym / 'Lordes, I praye you that ye take an hundred knyghtes well armed, & goo towarde the waye of Orleauns / and beware that none goo by, but that ye knowe theyr names, & that they ben well advysed / for

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I doubte me sore of Reynawde that he shall come / 1for he weneth well hymselfe to be over subtyll1 [1—1 Car vous scaues bien comment il est oultrecuideux, F. orig. I. iii.] / and yf it cam in his hede, he sholde come soone hytherwarde' / 'Syre,' sayd the barons, 'we shall doo gladly your commaundemente; & yf reynawde be soo folisshe that he come hitherwarde, he shall not scape vs / but he shall be deed or taken, & broughte a fore you' / And thenne they toke leve of kynge Charlemagne, & wente to make theym redy in theyr horses / and after mounted on horse backe wyth an hundred knyghtes well armed, and rode the waye towarde Orleaunce / and arrested them selfe in the myddes of the waye, foure myles oute of Parys; and there they were a longe while that noo body passed by, and endured grete hungre and thurste. And whan the duke Naymes sawe that they were there for noughte, he sayd to Ogyer, 'Syre ogyer, by my feyth the kyng Charlemagn maketh vs lyke fooles / and holdeth vs for nyce & musardes, [folio L.i.b] that he maketh vs to tari here aboute noughte.' 'Syre,' sayd Ogier, 'ye saye trouth / And god confounde me yf I tary ony lenger' / And whan they wolde have comyn agayn aback, the duke Naymes 3sawe com a ferre3 [3—3 regarde au long chemin et vit venir Reynault, F. orig. I. iii.] Reynawde and Mawgys / Thenne sayd Naymes to Foulques of moryllon / 'yonder I see comyng two men on horsbacke.' And whan Foulques sawe theym / he cryed wyth a highe voys / 'by my feyth, here cometh reynaude / Now can he not scape by no maner / but he shall be hanged' / 'By my feyth,' sayd the duke naymes, 'ye saye trouth / For the horse that cometh afore is moche like Bayarde, the horse of Reynawde, yf he were of a nother colour' / Whan foulques vnderstode thise wordes, he sette hande to his swerde, and cam agenste Reynawde ryght nere;

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and whan he was well nyghe theym / he behelde theym / And whan he sawe that it was not Reynaude, he was all abasshed, & drewe hym selfe abacke. And Reynawde and Mawgys rode forthe their wayes. And whan the duke Naymes sawe that they cam forth / he wente agenste theym, and called Mawgis, and sayd to hym, 'What ben ye / and whether goo ye?' 'Sire,' sayd Mawgys, 'I am borne of Peron / & my name is Iousser.' 'Frende,' sayd the duke naymes, 'can not ye telle me noothyng of reynawde the sone of Aymon, the worthy knyghte?' 'Ye,' sayd Mawgys, 'by my feyth / he hath ryden wyth vs two dayes, and he is not passed two myles behynde vs' / At that howr Reynawde spake not / thenne sayd naymes, 'what is he that is wyth you, that holdeth hym soo styll, and that sayth no worde / I beleve that he hath some evyll thoughte' / 'sire,' sayd Mawgis, 'it is my sone / and he can not speke no frenshe / For he hath be norisshed in the grete Bretayn' / Whan the duke naymes vnderstode this / he sayd to Reynawde / 'tell me, vassall, knowest thou noo tidynges of Reynawde, the sone [folio L.ii.a] of Aymon?' and Reynawde answered to hym in this wyse: 2'By my feyth, noo poynte frenshe, graunt Bretayne horse, a Parys cloyth ganera my.'2 [2—2 ymy seay poin francoys en bretant, parler cheval a paris, couronne roy non draps horniz gaigner my, F. orig. I. iv. back.] And contrefaytted thus his langage / by cause the duke Naymes sholde not knowe hym.

Thenne whan the duke Naymes herde Reynawde speke thus evyll / he began to laughe / And after sayd to hym agayn / 'a hundred devylles have well taught the to speke so good frenshe. [Sire, F. orig. I. iv. back.] Vassayll, I wote not what you sayste, thou arte more like a foole than a bysshop.' And soo naymes lete hym in peas / And

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thenne Reynawde and Mawgys rode so longe that they cam to Parys, 1tyme ynoughe for to doo their enterpryse1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / And atte the entre of the towne / they mette wyth an evyll rybawde / to whom god gyve yll adventure, For he knewe Reynawde / 1And as sone as he sawe hym,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] he beganne to crye wyth a highe voys, 'here come Reynawde ye sone of Aymon.' Whan the folke vnderstode the crye / they wente that waye. And whan the yll [omitted, F. orig.] rybawde sawe com so many folke / he was yet more hardy than he was afore, and wente afore the other / and toke Reynawde by the brydell of Bayarde / And whan Bayarde sawe that / he lifted his forfote and smote the Rybawde vpon the breste / that he braste the herte in hys bely / and casted hym all deed to the erth / And whan the peple sawe the stroke / they beganne all to laughe / And Bayarde wente forthe, and Mawgys, after that they were not knowen, And passed thoroughe the towne to the olde market / And whan they were comen there afore the lodges / they founde all the Innes full / wherof reynawde was merveylled. And soo they lighted att a cordueners house / that was of the devylles syde / For by hym was almoste Reynawde and Mawgys taken / and delyvered to Charlemagne, that hys bretherne sholde not have [folio L.ii.b] holpen hym of noo thynge. Whan they were lighted and lodged where it is sayd / And that theyr horses were well dressed, Mawgys dyde doo make a bedde for Reynawde, and toke a threde of sylke / and cered it well, and came to bayarde, and bounde hym the mowes of the feete there wyth all well streyghte. And the ooste behelde well this / and after sayd to hym / 'Why have you thus bounde this horse / he shall not conne well goo / But telle me, what knyghte is he that oweth the horse / For yf he hadde of age more than he hath I sholde wene to knowe hym / For he is moche like

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Reynawd the sone of Aymon.' 'Syre,' sayd Mawgys, 'I have bounde this horse thus by cause he wyll fyghte / and the yoman that rydeth vpon hym is my sone / Nowe have I telled you that that ye have asked me.' 'Certes,' answered the ooste, 'your sone is a fayre felawe / but I / beleve ye mocke me.' ¶ Now here a grete mysadventure that happed to Reynawde & to mawgys. For thus as mawgys spake wyth his ooste, he named reynawde. 'Ha, syre,' sayd thenne the ooste, 'Ye have sayd ynoughe / ye nede not for to hyde it ony more. It ys Reynawde, wythoute ony doubte, that slewe Berthelot, the nevewe of the kynge, wyth a chesse borde / I shall telle it to the kynge afore that I slepe.'

And whan Reynawde vnderstode this / he shooke alle for angre, And rose from his place, and toke his swerde, and sayd, 'Hooste, ye have myssayed, For I never sawe Reynawde / nor I wote not what he is' / 'Holde your peas,' sayd the ooste, 'I knowe you well / By my hede, ye are Reynawde the sone of Aymon' / And whan he hadde sayd thyse wordes, he wente oute of his howse / And whan Reynawde sawe that / he wente a goode paas after hys oost, And smote hym soo grete a stroke wyth his swerde vppon his [folio L.iii.a] hede, that he clove hym vnto the teeth. And whan mawgys sawe this, he was right sory for it / and sayd to Reynawde / 'What have you doon / have you loste your wytte? 2but yf god thynke vppon vs,2 [2—2si dieu ne pence de nous, F. orig. I. iv.] we ben loste and ashamed.' 'I can not doo therto,' sayd Reynawde / 'But how somever it gooth, he hath his rewarde.' And thenne mawgys cam forthwyth to the stable, and sadled Bayarde, And made Reynawde to mounte vpon hym / And after hymselfe lighted vppon morell / and wente oute of the lodges. And whan the wyffe and the

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chyldren of the ooste sawe thys that Reynawde hadde doon / they beganne to crye. But Reynawde and mawgys were soone oute of theyr waye, soo that none wyste where that they were become / And wente and put theymselfe amonge the other in the preesse / and they were never knowen. But bayarde wente haltynge / and wente to the gate of saynte Martyne / and there they bode all the nyghte. And whan it was daye, they wente wyth the other to the chirche, where the kynge herde hys [omitted, F. orig. I. v. back.] masse. And whan the servyse was doon, the kynge came oute of the chirche / and mounted vpon his horse / and all the other barons wyth hym, and came vppon the ryver of Sayne in to the medowe. And Reynawde & Mawgys wente wyth theym / but bayarde wente ryghte sore haltynge. And whan the kynge was come there / he commaunded that his crowne sholde be sette atte the ende of the lystes, And the fyve hundred marke of sylver, And also the C clothes of sylke / And incontynente the duke Naymes and Ogyer dyde as the kynge hadde commaunded. And whan all was appareylled / Thenne sholde ye have seen knyghtes lepe a horse backe, For every man trowed to have goten the pryce. And the kynge commaunded to the duke Naymes and Oger, to Guydelon of [folio L.iii.b] Bourgogne, and to Rycharde of Normandy, that they sholde take a hundred knyghtes well armed, and that they sholde kepe well the feest, that noo noyse nor noo stryffe were there made / and that none sholde wronge thother / And they dyde his commaundemente. And thenne the knyghtes that sholde renne, beganne to beholde Reynawde, that was mounted vpon haltynge Bayarde [qui clochoit si fort comme je vous ay compte, F. orig. I. v. back.] / And soo they began to laugh and scorne wyth hym, And sayd 1in Iape1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. I. v. back.] the

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one to the other / 'this felawe shall wynne the pryce And the crowne of golde' / and sayd, 'beware that his fote smyte you not.' and the other sayd, 'he shall wynne the devylle' / And a nother knyghte sayd to Reynawde / 'ye have well doon, swete knyghte, for to have broughte your [bon cheval, F. orig. I. v. back.] horse here / And yf god destyneth hym, he shall wynne the pryse this daye' / Reynawde vnderstode full well the grete wordes that men sayd to him, wherof his herte swelled hyghe / that yf it had not be for doute to have loste the pryce / he wolde have begonne the stryffe. And therfore he held his peas / and made nother noyse nor worde agenste it [Car il ne luy chaloit de tout ce que ilz luy disoient, F. orig. I. v. back.] /

Thenne whan themperour vnderstode ye grete wordes that the knyghtes sayd to Reynawde / he was wroth for it, And he sayd soo hyghe that it was well herde of all, 'I commaunde you, vpon peyne of my grace, that ye saye noo shame nor yll worde to noo maner of knyghte; For yf ye doo, ye shall angre me sore.' But Reynawde cared not moche of that it was sayd to hym / Whan the duke Naymes and ogier sawe that it was tyme for to renne / they made to sowne the trompettes. Thenne every man putted hymselfe for to renne / And whan Mawgys sawe that every man ranne, he lyghted on foote, and vnbounde the foote of Bayarde. But or ever he was vnbounde / the other were well ferre; [folio L.iv.a] and whan Reynawde sawe that it was tyme for to renne after thother, he spored his horse / and sayd, 'Bayarde / we ben ferre behynde, ye myghte well abyde / For yf ye be not soone afore ye shall be blamed.' whan bayarde herde 4his mayster4 [4—4 Reynault, F. orig. I. v.] speke thus, he vnderstode hym as well as thoughe he had ben a man / Thenne he grylled his nostrelles, and bare his

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hede vp, and made a longe necke / and toke his cours so faste that it semed the erthe sholde have sonken vnder hym / and wythin a whyle he was passed all the other horses 1a ferre way,1 [1—1 si grandement, F. orig. I. v.] so that men coude not see hym for duste that he reysed. And whan they that toke hede to the courses, sawe Bayarde renne thus, they were gretly abasshed wyth all, and sayd the one to thother, 'beholde that whyte horse 2renneth faste & lighte2 [2—2 Il va roidement, F. orig. I. v.] / and but late he halted sore / he is the best of all thother that ben here' /

And whan themperour sawe this / he called to hym Rycharde of Normandy / and sayd to hym, 'sawe ye ever so many good horses togyder as here ben now? but the whyte passeth theym all / god, how is he well lik bayarde, the horse of Reynawde / yf he had the heres of bayarde / I sholde saye that it were he hymself, and he that sitteth vpon hym is also lighte & prue.'

¶ Thus wyte it, that Reynawde hath doo soo moche that bayarde hath overronne all thother horses. And whan he was at the ende of the listes / he toke the crowne & put it on his arme / and the silver & the clothe he lefte alone / for he dayned not to take theym. And whan he had taken ye crowne, he retorned agen towarde the kyng Charlemagne 3al fayra and softe paas3 [3—3 tout le beau petit pas, F. orig. i. v.] / whan the kyng sawe hym com towarde hym / he sayd to hym all laughyng, 'Frende, abyde a litil I praye you / for yf ye wyll have my crowne, ye shall have it; & I shall gyve you for your horse so gret havoyr that ye shall never be poure.' 'By god,' sayd Reynawde, 'thise wordes shall [folio L.iv.b] nought avaylle you; now have I well begyled you / for I go doo marchandyse elles where, & I holde you for a chylde / I have soo often

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angred you, & of your men I have so many slayn / I am Reynawd, that bereth awaye your crowne! seke elles where for a nother horse that ye shall gyve to Rowlande for to overcom bayarde / for ye shall not have bayarde nor also your crowne' / And assone that he had sayd this / he spored bayarde wyth his spores, & went so fast away that it semed that the tempest had chassed hym / And whan ye kyng charlemayn vnderstode this that reynawde had sayd to hym, he was wode angry for it, that he wyste not 1what he sholde doo, so that he myght not of a grete while speke a worde1 [1—1 quil devoit faire dung grant piesse, F. orig. I. vi. back.] / And whan he had recovered his speche, he began to crye wyth a highe voys / 'now after, lordes, after / for it is my enmye reynawde, the sone of aymon' [ung fier et dur couraige, F. orig. I. vi. back.] / And whan the knyghtes herde thus crie the kyng charlemayn, they spored their horses wyth the spores, & wente after reynawde; but theyr goynge avaylled theym noughte, For baiarde was ferre from theym wythin a while, soo that they wyste not where he was becom. and reynawde cam to sayn, & passed over it all atte his ease wyth swymmynge / for bayarde was well wonte therto / and also he had passed it afore wyth more grete hast / & whan reynawd 3was thus passed the ryver of sayne / he lighted from bayarde at the banke of hit.3 [3—3 fut oultre, il ce descend a la rive, F. orig. I. vi. back.] This hangyng, 4the kyng Charlemagn & his knyghtes that folowed after hym came to the ryver side4 [4—4 Charlemaigne arriva de lautre quartier qui luy couroit apres, F. orig. I. vi. back.] / and began to calle Reynaude, & sayd to hym, 5'Ha, true manson,5 [5—5 a filz de proudomme, F. orig. I. vi. back.] yelde me my crowne agen, & I shall gyve the ten tymes as moche as it is worthe / and I shall gyve the tryews two yeres / soo that thiself & thy brethern shall mow goo in arde / yn to se your moder / the whiche desireth sore to see

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you / and there is no knyghte in my londe [si hardi, F. orig.] that shall saye contrary to [folio L.v.a] it.' 'by god,' said reynawde, 'as for thyse wordes avaylle you nothyng / for ye shall never have agen your crowne. I shall selle it, & pay my knightes wyth all / and the charboncle that thus shineth shall be set hie vpon my pavyllion, to thende that they that shall go to saynt Iames in Galis maye see it the better / and ye shall be blamed of your knyghtes that ye have loste your crowne bi the horse bayarde.' Whan charlemayn herde hym speke thus, he wyste not what he sholde saye for angre, and kept hymself styll like as he had ben deed. and whan reinawd had sayd so, he mounted agen vpon bayarde, & put hym selfe to the waye, but not the right waye / but rode thrughe a lityll pathe whiche he had passed afore tyme /

Now shall I telle you of mawgys, how he dyde for to com out of Parys, that was mounted vpon his horse morell. Whan he wyst that reynawde was passed sayn / he yssued out of Parys, 3& passed the ryver over the brydge3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. I. vi.] as soone as he myght. and whan he was without / 4he began to loke after reynawde; & as he rode, he loked a traverse, & sawe Reynawde /4 [4—4 Il commenca a crier. Et aussi comme il sen aloit, il regarda a travers et vit Reynault venir, F. orig. I. vi.] so called he after hym as hie as he coude / 'cosin, thynke to ryde fast, for to tary here no good shall com to vs' / 'Cosyn,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye saye well, & we shall doo so' / And so they toke their waye towarde myllon / and whan alarde saw his broder com & mawgis, he sayd to his folke, 'Lordes, we maye well com oute of our bushement / For I see com my brother Reynawde & Mawgys.' 'alas,' sayd Rycharde, 'I see theym com wyth grete hast; I fere me moche that men chace theym / now lighte we all on horsbacke,

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& yf they have mystre of vs, Lete vs goo helpe & socoure theym' / And they answered all, 'we ben all redy' / and whan they came out of their [kushemente in Caxton.] bushemente, there cam Reynawde and Mawgys, that sayd to theym / [folio L.v.b] 'lordes, thynke to make hast / For the longe taryeng myght doo to vs harme, by cause that I bryng wyth me the crowne 3of Charlemagne,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. I. vi.] the whiche bayarde hath made me wynne by his prowes.' and whan alarde vnderstode his brother speke thus, he was so gretly in ioye that he wyste not what he sholde say, but colled & kyssed his broder Reynawde wyth grete ioye. And thenne incontynente they put theymselfe to the waye / & so long thei rode that they cam to orleaunce, & passed the ryver of loyre wyth all diligence / and after they made so moche bi their iorneys, that they cam to montalban 3hole & glad, thanked be god3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. I. vi.] /

Thenne whan they were at Mountalban, the lady came theym agenste, & receyved theim ryght gladly / and made theym ryght grete chere / and all the folke of the castell were right glad of the comynge of Reynawde & of his bretherne / and asked hym how he had doon in his vyage. [pour quoy il estoit ale a paris, F. orig. I. vii. back.] 'Lordes,' sayd Reynawde, 'well, god gramercy, I was knowen of myn oost, the whiche wolde have betrayed & acused me, but I solde it to hym full dere, for I cloof his hede to the teeth / & went oute of his hous by nyght, & put vs in the presse of thother; but ye wyst never folke so well scorned as we were / for ye folke of charlemagne mocked me & bayarde, wherof ye kyng was angry / and thus they lefte me in peas. And whan 5the trompettes5 [5—5 la trompecte, F. orig.] began to blowe for to begynne the cours / they that shold ronne, departed incontynent, and I bode behynde well the shotte of a bowe. And I tell you well for

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certeyn, there were well twenty thowsande horses. And whan I sawe me behynde / I sayd to Bayarde that it sholde be grete shame to hym yf he abode behynde. But, god gramercy, and bayarde, I over ranne theim all, And bare awaye the pryce / [folio] and of it I have broughte wyth me the crowne of Charlemagne, wherof he ys full sori' / whan they of mountalban vnderstode thise wordes, they were right glad / But here I leve to speke of reynawd & of his brethern, & retorne to speke of the kyng charlemagn, that was at parys, right sori for his crowne that he hadde loste.


¶ How the kyng Charlemagne went in to Gascoyn with [tout son ost, F. orig. I. vii. back.] his oost / And how he beseged reynawde & his brethern wythin ye castle of Montalban. And how reynawde wan the fyrst batayll of the kyng, the whiche Rowlande conduytted, & Olyver & the bysshop Turpyn. [dont le roy Charlemaigne cuida enraiger tout vif de honte quil en eust, F. orig. I. vii. back.]

¶ Capitulum viij.

In this party sheweth the history, that whan reynawde [le filz aymon, F. orig.] had wonne the crowne of kyng charlemagne, the kyng abode all wrothe & sore an angred / and he called all his barons, & sayd to theym / 'Lordes, I praye you that ye counseille me how I shall [be able.] maye avenge me of reynawde the sone of Aymon / For ye knowe how he hath angred me / I promyse you, but that I maye have my crowne agen, I shall wexe madde all quycke; for my corage telleth me that he shall do breke it, & he shall put the carboncle that is theron

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vpon his pavyllion / by cause the folke that goo to saynt Iames shall see it, 1to my grete vitupere & shame.'1 [1—1 et quil me soit reproche de tous ceulx qui la verront, F. orig. I. vii.] 'Syr,' sayd rowlande, 'if ye wyll avenge you well of reynawd / goo we vpon hym and we shall exyle & distroye hym & his londe, and if the kyng Yon of Gascoyn maye be taken soo make iustyce of hym in suche wyse that it maye be remembred perpetuelly' / 'Nevew,' sayd the kyng, 'ye saye well and wysely, & it shall be doon as ye have advysed me / & I promyse you that I shall never have ioye tyl that I be avenged at my wyll.' 'Sir,' sayd ye duke naymes, 'leve this angre in peas / ye know how reynawd is your enmye, & prayseth you no thing / but & ye wyll, I shall gyve [folio] you suche counseill that reynawde shall be brought to dystruccion, & his brethern & mawgys also / syr, doo that your barons be redy atte candelmas nexte comynge / and that every one of theym make good provysion of vitaylle for vij yere / and thenne abyde so longe afore Montalban tyll that ye take them / and after, ye shall avenge your selfe at your wyll vpon theym' /

Thenne whan the kyng Charlemagn vnderstode the good counseyll that the duke Naymes had gyven vnto hym / he lifte vp his hede & sayd, 'Naymes, it is not the fyrste good counseyll that ye have gyven to me / and I wyll that it be doon as ye saye.' And thenne the kyng Charlemagne dyd doo make his lettres, and sent theym thrughe all his empyre. In the whiche lettres was conteyned, that every man that was acustomed to bere armes 3and to goo to the werre,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. I. vii.] sholde come to hym at the feest of candelmas nexte folowyng, well garnysshed of vytaylle for the space of VII yeres, for to abyde att sege afore Montalban / whan the barons knewe the kynges wyll / every man

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made hymself redy as well as he cowde, & cam to Parys, and presented theim to kyng Charlemagne & to his nevewe Rowlande. and bycause of the grete nombre of folke that were come there / they myght not lodge alle wythin Parys / but they lodged wythoute the towne, vpon the ryver of Sayne / Whan the kyng sawe that all his barons were com / he made theym all to com byfore hym, & sayd to theym / 'Lordes, ye all know right wel, at the leste the most party of you / how I have overcom & subdued xl kynges 1in my dayes1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. I. vii.] / the whiche are all to me obeyssaunt / except the kyng Yon of gascoyn, that hath wythdrawe in his londe my enmyes mortall, that ben the foure sones of aymon. ye knowe wel ye grete dishonour [et dommaige, F. orig.] thei have doon to me / [tous les jours dont a vous me complains, F. orig. I. viii. back.] wherof I me complayne vnto you, & praye you & commaunde you, that ye come wyth me in to [folio L.vii.a] gascoyn, for to helpe me that I be avenged of the grete harme & shame 5that thyse foure sones of Aymon doo to me /5 [5—5 le quel est moult grant, F. orig. I. viii. back.] For by your ooth / ye ben all beholden therunto.'

Thenne sayd the erle of Nantuell / 'Syre, we shall not goo there at this tyme. [car nous ne pouvons, F. orig. I. viii. back.] Ye knowe well that we ben come oute of Spayne but late / wherof we ben yet all wery. And also in this felawship ben many prynces and barons that have not ben yet in theyr countrey, nor seen theyr wyves and chyldren, and ye wyll that we goo in to Gascoyne vpon the kyng Yon / and vpon the foure sones of Aymon. And I telle you, that the two woundes that I receyved in Spayne ben not yet hoole / and therfore we maye not goo 7in to Gascoyne at thys tyme7 [7—7 omitted, F. orig. I. viii. back.] / But 7yf it playse you,7 [7—7 omitted, F. orig. I. viii. back.] ye shall doo as a good kynge and a sage / and shall shewe that

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ye love your folke / For ye oughte to kepe theym as your selfe / Wythdrawe your ooste vnto whytsontyde nexte comyng / & gyve leve to alle your barons to goo to theyr places for to rest theym a while. And whan the tyme shall be come, 1and that your playsure is to calle theym / They shall be all freshe and redy to fulfyll your commaundement wyth all dilygence.'1 [1—1 Ilz vendront de bon gre et de bon vouloir pour aler en Gascongne auecques vous ou la ou vous les voulores mener, F. orig. I. viii. back.] Whan the kyng vnderstode thyse wordes he was wroth, and sware by saynte Denys of Fraunce / saynge in this maner: 'Yf I sholde be dysheryted, I sholde goo now in to Gascoyne / and I shall take wyth me alle the yonge folke of my ooste, the whyche I shall putte in good arraye honestly / and I shall gyve theym all that they shall nede / thoughe ye shold abyde behynde, as weke men and feynte.' 'Syre,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'ye saye well; For this yonge men shall be ryghte glad for to assaye themselfe.' 'Therfore wyll I do it,' sayd kynge charlemagn, '& so shall ye kyng Yon be distroyed; & whan I shall have reynawde & his bretherne / and Mawgys the [folio L.vii.b] theff taken, I shall departe the londe of gascoyn to this yonge knyghtes for theyr herytage.' This hangynge, that the kynge Charlemagne sayd thyse wordes / a spye that longed to Reynawde was in this companye, that vnderstode alle that sayd ys / And whan the spye hadde herde all togyder well, he put hym selfe to the waye, And dyde soo moche by his Iourneys, that he came to Mountalban, where he founde Reynaude, his bretherne, and Mawgys / And Incontynente that Reynawde sawe hym / he demaunded of hym, 'what tydynges brynge you from Parys and from the courte of kynge Charlemagne' / 'My lorde,' sayd the spye / 'Wyte it that kynge Charlemagne is gretely wrothe wyth kynge

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Yon, and agenste you / & agenst your bretherne / and agenst mawgys / He hath sent for all his subjectes in his empyre / but none wolde have comen wyth hym 1in to Gascoyn1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. I. viii.] / And thenne he sware 1seynte Denys that he sholde come in to thyse partyes1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. I. viii.] / and sholde brynge wyth hym none other but all yonge knyghtes / To the whyche he shall gyve all Gascoyn / And sayth that he shall besege Mountalban / and shalle doo to be caste doun the grete towre / and shall sette all Gascoyn in a fyre and flamme.' Thenne [He Dieu, F. orig.] sayd Reynawde to his folke / 'be not discoraged of no thynge, For I shall see how Rowlande and Olyvere shall bere theym selfe agenste me and my bretherne.' And thenne wente Reynawde in to the halle / And founde his bretherne and Mawgys wyth hys knyghtes, and sayd to theym / 'Lordes, I brynge you tydynges / Now wyte that the kynge Charlemagn cometh to besege vs / and bryngeth wyth hym all the puyssaunce of fraunce / Now lete vs thynke to receyve hym well / for he shall have more to do than he weneth' / 'broder,' sayd alarde, 'have no doubte / for they shall be well receyved / for as long that we shall [folio L.viii.a] lyve, and shall see you ryde vpon Bayarde, we shall not faylle you / nor we shall not be a ferde to be take / nor ylle handled; For no man a lyve is worthe you / nother of goodnes nor of prowes' /

This hangynge, Charlemagne was advysed and thoughte vpon the counseyll that the duke of Nantuell hadde gyven to hym / And after, he called hys folke, & sayd to theym, 'Lordes, I gyve you leve, and lete you wyte that atte Ester I shall holde my counseyll generall / 1and it playse god1 / Now kepe that ye faylle not to come thenne, well appareylled and redy. For I wolde not leve for noo thynge / but that I sholde goo see the kynge Yon. And yf he yelde me

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not the foure sones of Aymon / I shall doo to hym wythoute doubte soo moche shame, that I shall make his berde to be cutte harde by the chynne. And also I shall take the crowne 1of Gascoyn1 [1—1 de son chief, F. orig. K. i. back.] from hys hede / and I shall make hym come a foote after me, beggynge his brede.' And whan he had sayd thyse wordes / The barons toke leve of Charlemagne / and wente in to theyr countreys / But atte theyr departynge / Charlemagne sayd to theym / 'Lordes, remembre well your selfe, that ye come atte the terme that I have sette / For I swere vnto you, that thoos that shall not come / yf I ever come agen from Gascoyn, 2they shall repente full sore.'2 [2—2 Il ne sera jamais jour quilz ne se plaignent de ma venue, F. orig. K. i. back.] Shortly to speke, Rycharde wente in to hys duchye of normandy, Salamon in to bretayn / Godfroy in to auynon, Hughe the olde & Dyssers in to spayne, and Bertons in to almayn / And all the other, everyche in to hys owne countrey /

Whan it was tyme for to come agen to the courte at ye terme that charlemagne had set / every man made hymself redy as well as he coude / for to com to ye court, as thei were expressely charged they sholde doo / First came there Ry [Two pages lost from Caxton. The following part is taken from the 1554 edition of The Foure Sonnes of Aymon.] [charde of Normandye, and brought wyth hym manye a noble knyght, and presented hym selfe to fore the kynge Charlemagne, evyn at saynt Denys. After, came Salamon of Bretayne, and brought with him of hys barons a fayre companye, and presented hymselfe to the kynge at saynt Denys. After, came Dyssyers of Spayne, which brought with him well X thousand knightes wel armed and well garnysshed of vytayles, For in all the hoste 4of Charlemagne4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. K. i. back.] was none so well arayed as they were of all

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[thynges, And presented him self in this maner at saynt Denys vnto the kynge Charlemagne. Than came Godfray the erle of Avynyon, and brought with him all his power, and a fayre company, and foyson of vytayle, And presented hym and hys folke to the king Charlemagne. And after, came Ponthus out of Almayne, & brought wyth hym a fayre companye 1of men of armes.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. K. i. back.] For he had wyth him them of Illande and of Armony, 2and wel three thousand archers,2 [2—2 et bien milles bon archiers, F. orig. K. i. back.] the whych for no doubt of death wolde never flee from bataylle, And presented hym selfe and hys felawshyp to the kyng charlemagne, the whyche he receyved ryght honourably. Than after came the good bisshop Turpin, and broughte wyth hym a fayre company, and well enewred to the warre, and presented hymself to the kynge Charlemagne, that was ryght glad of hys comyng, for the bysshop was a good true man. And ye king Charlemagne trusted muche to hym for his great fydelitie, and also for the great prowes that was in hym.

Al the great Lordes that helde theyr landes of the kyng Charlemagne, came to Parys, & presented theymselfe and theyr men to ye kynge Charlemagne, that receyved theym with great Ioye, and was glad to see aboute hym so fayre a companye 3of good men of warre;3 [3—3 que chescun avoit amenee, F. orig. K. i.] but I tel you, that whan the hoste was assembled at Parys, there was so great a derth that it was great pitie, for the rasour of whete was solde for fourty shelynges and twenty pence; and yf the kynge had taried there any lenger, there should have ben so greate a derth that all the small people had ben all dead for hungre. But the kyng Charlemagne began for to make hys mustres, for to know how much people that he

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[had. And whan the mustres were made, they found that they were well .XXX. thousande knyghtes that had theyr fyrst berdes, besyde the olde knyghtes that were well an hundred thousand. And whan that this was doone, the Emperour Charlemayne called Rowland, 1his nevew,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. K. i.] afore him, and sayde to him, 'Fayre nevew. I recomende to you myne hoste, and I praye you that ye wyll conduyte it by good maner.' 'Syr,' sayd Rouland, 'I shal doo therin my devoyre after my power.' Than made to be take to hym the oryflambe, and departed out of Parys; and they dyd so muche by smal journeis, that they came to Bloye; and than Charlemagne made to be cryed, that all the vytaylers of the land should goe wyth vitayle after the hoste. And yf that they brought that were worth a peny, they should have two for it.

2And whan that thys greate armye was come to Bloy, they passed over Gyronde, and wente afore the great castell of Mountawban.2 [2—2 Et cependant les nefs passerent aultre gironde qui passerent larmee. Et quant ilz furent oultre, ilz mirent les batailles en ordonnance, et puis sen vont a montawban, F. orig. K. i.] And they lodged themself there rounde about the place. And then the Frenche men began to say the one to the other, 'by myne othe, there is a fayre castel and a stronge, and but yf wee get some other parte, heere shall we wynne but a lytle.'

And whan the batayles were ordeyned rounde aboute mountawban, Rowlande began for to say to the kynge Charlemagne, 'Syr, me semeth that wee should nowe gyve a sawte to Mountawban.' And the kynge answered, 'I wyll] [Continuation from Caxton.] [folio M.i.b] not that my folke have ony dommage; but firste I wyll knowe yf the castell wyll holde or yelde vp / For yf he wyll be given vp / I

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wolde not that ony bataylle shold be doon to it / And thenne incontynent he sente a knyghte mounted vpon a mewle all vnarmed / the whiche came to the gate of the castell / and whan they that kept the gate sawe that it was a messager, they open to hym the gate, and the knyghte entered in / And as he was come in / he fonde the stywarde with a hundred men, that wente aboute vysitynge the watches & the wardes. Incontynente the knyghte salued hym, and the stywarde rendred hym agen his salute, & sayd to hym, 'What be ye, gentylman / and what seke you here wythin? I praye you telle me what folke are yonder wythoute, soo fayr a company' / 'Sire,' sayd the knyghte, 'they ben the folke of the emperour Charlemagne, that is come for to besege the castell of Montalban / And I am one of his knyghtes, that am com here for to speke wyth Reynawde from the kyng Charlemagne.' Thenne the styward toke the knyght by the hande, and ledde hym byfore Reynawde the sone of aymon / And whan the knighte sawe Reynawde, he made reverence to hym / and after sayd to hym, 'Reynawde, the emperour Charlemagne sendeth to you worde by me, that yf you wyl yelde your selfe to his merci / and gyve to hym your brother Richarde, to doo his wylle of hym / he shall have merci of you / And yf ye wyll not doo soo / he shall doo sawte your castell / And yf he maye take you by force, he shall make you to be hanged / or deie a cruel dethe' /

Thenne whan Reynawde vnderstode thise tidynges that Charlemagne sente to hym, he beganne to smyle, and sayd, 'Frende, goo telle the kynge that I am not the man that shall doo ony trayson / For if I sholde doo it / he hym self sholde [folio M.ii.a] blame me for it. But and yf it playse hym, my brethern, mawgis / and my selfe, ben at his commaundement / and we shal gyve

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our selfe to hym as to our soverayne lord / our lyves sauffe, and our membres / and we shall yelde to hym the castel all atte his wyll / And telle the kynge that he shall doo well & wysely to take suche fyve knyghtes as we ben. And yf Charlemagne refuseth this / I have myn hope soo faste to our lorde god, that we shall not set moche by the kynge / nor of his grete ooste.' The messager vnderstode well the answere that Reynawde had doon to hym, and incontynente he retourned to Charlemagn / and shewed vnto hym all that Reinawd had sayd, worde bi worde [Sans riens faillir, orig. K. ii.] / whan the emperour vnderstode the wordes 2of Reynawde2 [2—2 que Reynault luy mandoit, F. orig. K. ii.] / he beganne to thynke a goode while / for he knewe that Reynawde sayd but well. And thenne he sente for the duke Naymes and Ogier the dane, and sayd to theym, 'Lordes, Reynawde sendeth me worde that he shall doo no thynge after my wyll. And for this cause I wyll that ye castell be assaylled forthwyth' / 'Sire,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'me semeth, as I have vnderstonde, that Reynawde offreth to you fair / and yf ye wyll beleve me, ye shall take hym to merci 3wyth his brethern.3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. K. ii.] For ye knowe well that they ben folke that maye doo to you good servyse. And yf Reynawde be ones in peas wyth you, ye shall be the better beloved, and more dred therfore. But sith that your wyll can not accorde to the same we maye not doo thereto / To assaylle the castell I counseylle it not; For ye see that the castell is fair and right stronge / And Reynawde hath wyth hym a good company of good men / and he / & his brethern, and mawgis, ben suche knyghtes as ye knowe. yf ye doo assaille the castell, they shall yssue oute at the fauce posternes / and shal doo to you soo grete a dommage of your folke, that ye shall be [folio M.ii.b] wrothe [et dolant F. orig. K. ii.] for it / but and yf

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ye wyll beleve my counseyll, ye shall besege the castell nyghe that no man shall maye com out nor entre in but he shall be take, and thus ye shall mow have the castell by famysshyng / For by no sawte ye shall not have it.'

Charlemagne vnderstode well thise wordes, and knew well that the duke Naymes spake well & wysely, & sayd to hym / 'I wyll that it be doon thus as ye have devysed it.' And thenne he made crie thrughe all his oost, that every man sholde lodge hym selfe evyn nyghe by the castell; [le plus que lon pourra, F. orig. K. ii.] and he hymself comaunded that his pavyllion sholde be pighte as nyghe the gate as cowde be doon / After this was cryed, ye sholde have seen wythin a lityll while moo than X thousande pavylions round aboute 2the castell2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. K. ii.] of Mountalban. whan thooste was all lodged, Rowlande departed oute of the oost well wyth two thousand knyghtes well armed & well horsed, & all yonge men of pryme berde / 3whiche were very frenshe, borne of the douce fraunce /3 [3—3 de la droicte france, F. orig. K. iii. back.] and went atte the other syde of Montalban in a place whiche is called Balencon, Where was a ryver grete and depe / in the whiche was fishe ynoughe [a grant foison, F. orig. K. iii. back.] / and there he dyd pytche his pavylyon. And soo full he was of grete pride / that he had sette the dragon above vpon his pavylion, and dyd doo make the lodgys of his felawes rounde aboute hym / And they were in suche a grounde where as they myghte see from thens the wodes and the ryvers and all the contrey, and Mountalban that was vpon the grete roche wel closed / and behelde the two grete [omitted, F. orig.] rivers, that is to wyte, Gyronde and Dordonne / that envyronned Mountalban.

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I merveylle me sore of this castell / And I merveylle not yf the foure sones of Aymon make werre agenst myn vncle Charlemagne, 1syth that they have soo goode & soo stronge a place for to wythdrawe theymselfe;1 [1—1 puis quilz ont si bon retraict, F. orig. K. iii. back.] For I promyse you that Mountalban shall never be taken of vs' / 'Ye saye not well,' sayd Olyver / 'For we toke well by force Lezonne / 2and also we overthrewe doun the grete towre and the dongeon of Sernoble2 [2—2 et si abactismes de noble la grant tour et le donion, F. orig. K. iii. back.] / wherof I saye that we shall well have Mountalban. And yf Reynawde and his brethern come not and yelde theym selfe, they shall be in daunger of deth' / 'I promyse you,' sayd Rowlande, 'that they shall doo noo thynge of that ye saye. For I promyse you that the gentyll Reynawde shall make vs soo sore a ferde, that the moste hardy wolde be atte Parys. Reynawde is prue and corageus / and his brethern in lyke wyse. And also they have wythin the castell many noble and worthy knyghtes / wherfore I saye, and I am of oppynyon / that as longe as they have vytaylle, they shall never be taken.' Whan the pavyllion of Rowlande was dressed and pyghte vp / Rowlande behelde the ryver, and sawe that it was full of birdes. thenne he sayd to the bysshop Turpyn and to the other barons / 'See how we are lodged in a goode place. Late vs goo in thise ryvers to lete flee our fawcones.' 'Sire,' sayd 3the bysshop3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. K. iii. back.] Turpyn, 'goo in the name of god' / Thenne lighted Rowlande on horse backe, & toke wyth hym well xxx. knyghtes / and noo moo / And they toke their hawkes, and rode the moost parte of theym vpon mewles, all vnarmed sauff their swerdes / and came and sported theym alonge the river side, and toke many birdes vpon the water / In soo grete quantyte that they laded a horse wythall. [folio M.iii.b] the bisshop turpyn and ogyer

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went not there, but abode behinde for to kepe the oost / and they were before the tentes, wher they made two auncyent knyghtes to recounte & telle how the grete Troy was taken and dystroyed / this hangyng, was a spye in the ooste of kyng charlemagne that longed vnto Reynawde, the whiche he had sent there for to knowe what they wrought / and how they dyd, & all the faytte of Rowlande. And incontynente the spye departed out of the ooste and wente to Reynawde / and shewed to hym how Olyver & Rowlande were goon to sportynge 1wyth their hawkes vpon the ryver1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. k. iii.] / and with theym thyrty of the beste of the oost /

Whan the spye had recounted thise tydynges to reynawd / he was of it right glad / Thenne he called his brethern & Mawgys his cosin / and tolde theym how Rowlande and Olyver and XXX. of the beste barons of Charlemagne were goon to hawkyng vpon the ryvers in the plane of Balancon / 'What oughte we to doo?' sayd Reynawde. 'Cosin,' sayd Mawgys, 'we may well kyll theym yf we wyl, For they ben well proude and folyshe / Remembre ye not wele that a messager told you a moneth agoo that Charlemayne had lefte all olde knyghtes of his royame / and had taken of the yonge / And that he had departed al Gascoyne to the yonge bachelers of Fraunce / And by this boban, Roulande and Olyver ben mounted in to so grete pride / that they trowe in all the worlde is noo man 1that dare assaylle theym nor1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. k. iii.] loke vpon theym angrely / But and yf ye wyll beleve me, I shall well tell you suche a thyng that shall make theym wrothe and sory.' And thenne Reynawde made sowne his horne, the whiche men never herde sowned But that it was nede / For whan men herde it / every man ranne to his armes for to arme hym. And incontynente, Reynawde [folio M.iv.a] and his bretherne and Mawgys made theym selfe to

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be armed. And whan they were all armed and well appareylled, Reynawde lighted vpon Bayarde, his good hors, and spored hym wyth his spores, soo that he made hym to lepe well thyrty foote of length / 'Ha, goode horse,' sayd Reynawde / 'how ye make your selfe to be beloved / And how well I mystre you this daye / Lete vs goo assaylle thise vnhappy folke of the kynge Charlemagne of Fraunce / And make we by suche a manere that we nede not to retourne twyse / And therof I praye you all' /

And whan Reynawde sawe that his folke was well appareylled / he wente oute wyth his men atte a fawce posterne / that they of the ooste coude not see theym / And they were well in his companye a boute foure thowsande well horsed and well armed / And a forester conduytted theym thoroughe the thyckest of the forest / And reynawde sayd to the foster, 'brynge me thou in to the ooste of Rowlande wythoute faylle' / the foster answerde to hym that he wolde do it gladly / Thenne broughte he theym streyghte to Balencon. And whan Reynawde sawe the pavyllions, he shewed theym to his folke / to whom he sayd / 'Lordes, beholde what fayr gayne we have fonde here, yf we dare sette vpon theym' / 'Syr,' sayd his men / 'lete vs goo to it hardly / For we durste well assaylle the devylle / whan ye be wyth vs' / ¶ Now shall I telle you of the bysshop Turpyn, that was abyden to kepe the ooste / wherof he had grete fere, be cause he wyste well againste whom he had a doo / And had a grete suspectyon, And heved vppe his hede / and sawe thre ravens and the dawes flee aboute vpon the fortresse. And from thens they toke their flighte 1over Rowlandes pavylyon,1 [1—1 pardessus la forteresse, F. orig. k. iv. back.] And made grete noyse; And soo was he a ferde. For he wende that it hadde [folio M.iv.b] ben some evyll

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token / and he behelde towarde the woodes, that were grete / and sawe anone his enmyes / wherof he was sore frayed, that almoste he was beside hym selfe / Thenne he called Ogyer the dane, and sayd to hym, 'Free knyghte, for godys love goo arme yourself / and lete our folke be armed / for here comyn our enmyes. Now ben well Rowlande & Olyver goon for noughte, that are goon to the chasse, and have lefte theyr ooste thus in grete daunger. I beleve that they shall not faylle / but they shall repente of it' / Whan Ogyer herde Turpyn speke in thys maner, he was wrothe; soo went he in to his pavylion, and made hym to be armed incontynente for to moeve the ooste / And whan the frenshe men herde the trompettes blowe, they put theym selfe in ordenaunce nobly. This hangynge, Ogyer was armed, and mounted vpon his horse brayforde, & fonde that a grete parte of them was armed and all redy / Thenne Oger sayd to theym / 'Lordes, thynke to defende you well / for we ben assaylled.'

Reynawd was abasshed whan he sawe the oste that moved soo / and sayd to his folke / 'Lordes, we ben dyscovered / nevertheles, lete vs goo to it and assaylle theym.' thei answered that they were all redy to doo so. And whan Reynawde vnderstode thyse wordes, he sayd to Mawgys / 'Fayr cosin, take a thousande knyghtes, And abyde here wythin this wood / And yf ye see that we nede of helpe / come thenne and socoure vs.' 'Gladly,' sayd mawgis, 'your commaundemente shall be doon' / And whan reynawde had sayd soo, he spored bayarde wyth his spores, and wente in to the ooste, and passed the playne of Balancon; and the firste that he recounted, it was Emery the erle of Nycoll / and smote hym soo that he shoved his spere thorughe the body of hym, and felle deed to therth / Thenne sayd reynawde, [par saint Nycholas, F. orig. k. i.] 'ye shall abie

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the bargayn, [folio M.v.a] false gloton / Ye dyde a grete folye Whan ye came ever in to Gascoyne' / And whan he had sayd thus, he sette his hande to his swerde, And beganne to make soo grete occysion of knyghtes that noone canne telle it / And whan Reynawde sawe his enmyes soo strongely abasshed, he beganne to saye, 'Where is Rowlande and Olyvere, that soo sore hath thretened me and my folke, And sayen that we ben traytoures / But and they sayen soo afore me / I sholde shewe to theym that they sayen not well nor trouthe' / whan the bysshop Turpyn vnderstode this that Reynawde sayd / He sayd to Reynawde / 'Ye nother saye well nor trouthe.' And thenne he spored his horse wyth the spores / and wente agenste Reynawde / an gaaff eche other soo grete strokes thorughe theyr sheeldes that they brake bothe theyr speres all in peces / But nother of theym felle doun / And whan Reynawde hadde broken his sperre / he sette the hande to his swerde, and gaaffe soo [sooo, orig.] grete a stroke wyth it to the bysshope Turpyn vppon his helme, that he made bothe the man and the horse to rele sore / And whan Reynawde sawe the bysshop in that plyghte / he sayd to hym / 'Fader, be ye the same Turpyn that prayseth your selfe soo sore? By my fayth, me semeth it were better for you to be in some churche to synge some masse, than for to be here, wenynge to greve me.'

Thenne whan the bysshop Turpyn vnderstode the reproche that Reynaude made to hym / he trowed wel to have goon oute of his mynde for it, And sette hande to his swerde / and wente vpon Reynawde. And thenne was the ooste moeved of one partye and of the [folio M.v.b] other. Shortely to speke, there were soo many speres broken, soo many a knyghte overthrowen / and soo many horses deed, that it was grete pyte for to see. There was Ogyer the Dane, that

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hadde his shelde afore his breste, And his swerde in his hande, & sat vpon Brayforde; the whiche smote Rycharde, the brother of Reynawde, soo grete a stroke that his horse felle doun to the erthe [si que la coyffe de son heaulme tomba en la fablonniere, F. orig. k. v. back.] / Whan Rycharde saw hym selfe a grounde / he rose vppe agayne quyckely / as a knyghte pru and valyant / And toke his swerde in hys hande. And Ogyer passed beyonde for to folow his course, And beganne to crye the baner 'saynte Denys.' Whan Reynawde sawe his brother Rycharde cast on grounde / he was wrothe for it / Soo spored he his horse Bayarde, and wente agenste Ogyer the dane / and Ogyer agenste hym / and gaaff eche other grete strokes vpon theyr sheldes / Reynawde smote Ogyer by soo grete force that the horses gyrthe nor the poytrell myghte not helpe, But that Ogyer muste falle doun, 2sadell and all,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. k. v. back.] to the grounde /

Whan Reynawde sawe Ogyer atte the erthe, he toke Brayforde by the brydell / and sayd to Ogyer / 'Ye have doon evyll for to have cast doun my brother afore me / Ye knowe that ye be of my lynage / and my cosin nyghe; ye sholde helpe and deffende vs agenste all men / And ye doo worse than the other / Wherof I saye it is no dede of a cosin, but of an enmye. Neverthelesse, take your horse agayne, vpon suche condycyon that ye shall doo to me a playsure at a nother tyme if I have nede / the whiche thyng god forbede.' 'cosin,' sayd oger, 'ye speke as a good man; and I promyse you that if I faylle of this that ye saye, god punysshe me for it' / Reynawd [folio] yelded hym agayn his horse / & helde the styrop to Ogyer, 4whan he lyghted agayne vppon his horse Brayforde.4 [4—4 pour monter dessus, F. orig. k. v. back.] And wyte it that Ogyer syth dyde moche for Reynawde, and

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yelded hym agen his rewarde at the roche Mountbron, wherof he was rebuked of Charlemagne shamfully / Whan Ogyer was set on his horse agen / he set hande to his swerde, and entred amonge the thyckeste of the gascoynes / and began to hew theym so sore that he made theym all to flee afore hym / Whan maugys sawe that all the bataylles were thus medled togyder / he cam 1out of the wood,1 [1—1 hors de son embuschement, F. orig. K. v. back.] and cam to balancon, and put hym selfe and his folke amonge the gretest prees, 2& began to cleve and hewe so harde, hedes, legges, & armes,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. k. v. back.] that none durste abyde longe afore hym / And thenne the frenshemen were so sore and weri that they myght no more, & were all dyscomfyted at the passage of the ryver [moult oultraigeusement, F. orig. k. v. back.] / whan they dyd put theymselfe to flyghte. And the gascoyns chassed theym alle betyng a long myle / and after retorned to thooste / and toke all the havoyr that they fonde there / And mawgis cam to ye pavyllion of Rowlande, & toke the dragon 4of golde4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. k. v. back.] that was set vpon the sayd pavyllion; and they passed thorughe Balancon / and soo retourned to Montalban wyth grete Ioye. And whan they were come there, they dysarmed theym selfe, and ete right well / For they hadde well myster therof. Whan they had eten at theyr ease / Reynawde made brynge ye boty afore hym / And after dealed it among his folke, And kepte to hym not one penny / Whan Reynawde hadde thus departed all this goodes, Mawgys wente vpon the grete towre of Mountalban / And dyd sette the dragon of Rowlande vpon the same / soo that the folke of the oost of both 5sydes of the castell myght see it.5 [5—5 que lost dune part et daultre le pouvient veoir, F. orig. k. v. back.] And whan Charlemayne [folio] sawe the sayd dragon vpon the

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towre of Montalban / He wende that Rowlande 1his nevewe1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. k. v.] had taken mountalban by force / but the thyng went well otherwyse, For of reynawde and his bretherne had discomfyted all the folk of Rowlande, and had brought wyth theym 1all theyr havoyre, and1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. k. v.] the dragon of the sayd Rowlande they had set vpon the towre of mountalban.


¶ How Reynawde and his brethern were betrayed & solde to the kyng Charlemagne by the kyng Yon of Gascoyn, that sent theym in the playne of Valcours all wythout armes but theyr swerdes / and were mounted vpon mewles / & were clothed wyth mantelles of scarlet, furret wyth ermyn / Fro the whiche they escaped by the wyll of god / but they suffred moche peyne & grete traveylle / for they were gretly hurt & sore wounded. But of the kyng charlemagne party abode there deed Foulques of Moryllon, & many other barons and worthy knyghtes, wherof the kyng charlemayn was wrothe and sory.

¶ Capitulum IX.

Now must we telle of Rowlande & of Olyver, that came agen fro hawkyng vpon the ryvers wyth their felawes, & besemynge they were right glad that they had so well chassed & taken a grete quantyte of birdes / & thus as they cam agen / they met wyth damp Rambault, the free knyght / that tolde theym by

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a grete angre / 'Ye have taken many birdes; see that ye be good marchauntes, & selle your praye well, for I promyse you ye shall never selle your chasse and haukyng so dere as it hath coste you / And yf ye have taken byrdes / I lete you wyte that Reynawde & his bredern have taken knyghtes and horses / and whan ye see your dragon [folio M.vii.a] vpon the grete [omitted, F. orig. k. vi. back.] towre of Montalban / ye oughte wel to be thenne glad, and thanke moche therof the foure sones of Aymon. For all thoo that seen it set there of an heygth, they wene that ye have goten the castell by force' / Whan rowlande understode thyse wordes, it lacked lityll that he wente oute of his mynde / he lighted doun from his mewle, And sette him selfe vpon a stone / and beganne to thynke & muse sore. And soo dyd Olyver in lyke wyse / And whan Rowlande had thoughte ynoughe / He called to hym the bysshop Turpyn, Ogier the dane, and Richarde of Normandy, and sayd to theym, 'For god, fayr lordes, what counseyll gyve you me vpon this dede / For I dare never more fynde myselfe before my vncle, the king Charlemagne; for I fere me to sore of evyl reporte / and that men tell of me otherwyse than the trouthe' / And he sayd to the bysshop Turpyn / 'for goddis love, good fader in god, gyve me leve to departe / for I wolde goo in to the holy londe to see the sepulture of our lorde, for to werre there agenste the sarrasins / For sith this mysshape is thus come to me, I wyll no more bere armes agenste cristen men' / 'Sire,' sayd the bysshop Turpyn, 'be not dismayed for no thynge / For this is but an vse of werre / suche a thyng befalleth often to many one / I promyse you that ye shall have, or thre dayes ben paste, as many of the folke of Reynawde as he hath of yours' / 'Sire,' sayd Rowlande, 'ye gyve me good corage, and I promyse you that to your prudence I shall arreste

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myselfe.' Whan Rowlande had said thise wordes / the bysshop Turpyn and Ogier dyd so moche that they made hym lighte a horsbacke / and they wente togyder all towarde charlemagne. & wite that after rowlande, cam moo than a hundred yonge gentylmen all a fote, bi cause thei had lost their horses. & whan thei were come to thoste of charlemagne, they [folio M.vii.b] wente streyghte to the pavyllion of the duke Naymes / and whan Rowlande entred wythin, he was ashamed / and abode there two dayes that he cam not oute, and durst not goo to the courte, nor loke no man in the face, But helde hym selfe 2in the sayd pavyllion,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. K. vi.] as a man all abashed of the grete sorow that he had at his herte [et ne disoit mot du monde, F. orig. k. vi.] / Whan Rowlande and Olyver was thus abyden in the duke Naymes tente, This hangying, Turpyn cam towarde kynge Charlemagne in his tente / where he entred wythin, and saluted the kyng ryght honourably / and the emperour rendred to hym his salute / and after sayd to hym, 'Damp bysshop, ye be welcom' / 'Syre,' sayd Turpyn / 'god be your keper; and I beseche you to pardonne me / yf I telle you ony thyng that shall dysplayse you.' 'Now telle hardly,' sayd the kyng, 'what ye wylle / For nothynge that ye canne telle can not dysplayse me.' 'Syre,' sayd the byshop Turpyn, 'Wyte that the foure sones of Aymon have dyscomfited vs, And have taken wyth theym all that we had in our tentes, bothe horses & harneys / and all our pavyllions / and namly the dragon of Rowlande, beside a grete many of prisoners [quilz en ont amene a montauban, F. orig. k. vi.] / And they have slayne the moste party of our folke' /

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by grete angre. And sayd / 'Now have ye fonde that ye went tellynge; & the grete pride that ye had, ye have well founde' / At this hour he dyd sende thrugh all his oost by expresse wordes, that every lord and baron sholde come incontynent [omitted, F. orig. k. vi.] afore hym in his tente, for he wolde kepe parlyamente wyth them / whan ye prynces knew ye commaundement of ye kynge, ye shold have seen them com wyth gret hast towarde ye kynge / & whan they wer al [folio M.viii.a] assembled wythin the kynges pavyllion / he stode vpon his feete, & sayd to theym in this maner / 'Lordes, I have sent for you for to shewe vnto you that to vs is happed of newe. Now wyte that the foure sones of Aymon have dyscomfited all our knyghtes that Rowlande my nevew had wyth hym at balencon / wherof I am right wroth & sori. for I wolde I had lost a greter thyng, and that this were not happed; but a thyng that can not be amended, must be suffred & borne as well as men may / I requyre & beseeche you all, my lordes and frendes, vpon the oothe that ye have made to me, that ye wyll counseyll me truly how I shall be ruled in this mater, and how I might have this castell of Montalban' / Whan the kyng had thus spoken, there was none so hardy that ever durste saye one worde, but only the duke naymes of bavyer, the prue and wyse knyght. 'Syre,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'ye aske counseyll for to besege montalban. But no man that hath ony rayson in his hede ought not to counseyll you the same / for whi the daunger is there grete, be cause that Guynarde the lorde of Berne knoweth of it, and so doothe Godfray the lord of Poycy, that are good knyghtes, & sore dred for their worthynes, and also the kyng yon [de Gascongne, F. orig. k. vii. back.] that is at tholose the whiche shall come all to helpe & socoure reynawd / by cause they be of his aliaunce / And also

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they know that he is one of the beste knyghtes of the worlde / And they knowe well also that Reynawde gyveth to vs moche to doo. And soo I telle you, yf they sette theym selfe togyder, they shall gyve you ynoughe to doo, And shall maye bere to you a grete dommage. ¶ But and ye wyll have goode counseyll and beleve me, I shall gyve it to you truly / Syre, sende worde to kyng yon / that he wythdrawe not nor kepe your enmyes [folio M.viii.b] wythin his londe, but that he yelde theym in to your handes, for to doo wyth theym your playsur and your commaundement. And yf he wyll not doo soo, ye shall distroye all his londe, and no mercy ye shall have vpon hym.' 'Naymes,' sayd the kyng, 'now gyve you me good counseyll / and I wyll that ye have sayd be doon incontynente' / Thenne the kyng made com an heraulde of his, and sayd to hym / 'Now goo lightly to Tholouse / and telle kynge Yon on my behalve / that I am entred in to Gascoyn accompanyed of ye twelve douspyers of Fraunce, with a hundred thousande fyghtyng men / and wyth Rowlande & Olyver / and telle hym that, by saynt Denys of Fraunce, yf he yelde me not my enmyes, that ben the foure sones of Aymon / that I shall waste and dystroye all his londe / nor to hym shall abyde nother cite nor castell / but it shalle be overthrowen to the erthe / and yf I can take hym / I shall take from hym his crowne / soo shall he be called kyng overthrowen' / 'Sire,' said the heraulde, 'your commaundement I shall do wythout varienge of one worde / 2evyn as your good grace playseth to comaunde me'2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. k. vii.] / and thus departed the herawde 2from the oost of Charlemagne2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. k. vii.] / and toke his waye towarde Tholouse / There he fonde the kynge Yon of Gascoyn in his palays / wyth a ryght fayr company / And assone that he sawe the kyng / he knewe hym well / so made he thenne to him the reverence

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/ and sayd to hym in the emperours behalve the thynge worde by worde, [sans point varier en riens, F. orig. k. vii.] wherof he was sente there.

And whan the kyng Yon vnderstode the herawde that spake soo / he bowed his hede toward the erthe, and began to thynke a longe while / and sayd not a worde / And whan he had thus longe mused ynoughe / he sayd to the messager: 'Good frende, ye must tari 2here a seven nyght,2 [2—2 par lespace de huit jours, F. orig. k. vii.] I praye you / and thenne 3I shall telle you my wyll / and what I purpose [folio N.i.a] to doo'3 [3—3 et puis vous respondray ma volente que direz au roy Charlemaigne, F. orig. k. vii.] / 'Sire,' sayd the herawde, 'I shall abide wyth a good will, sith that it playse you' / Thenne wente the kyng Yon in to his chambre, & eyghte erles wyth hym, and commaunded that the dores sholde be well shet / and thenne they set theym all vpon a benche. And whan they were all set, the kinge Yon toke the worde & sayd in this maner / 'Lordes, I beseche & require, vpon the feyth that ye owe to me, that ye gyve me good counseill to thonour [thononr, orig.] of me / not at my will, but bi rayson / Now wite it that ye kyng Charlemagne [le roy de france, F. orig. k. vii.] is entred wyth in my londe with the xij peres of Fraunce, & Rowlande & Olyver, wyth a hundred thousande men. And he sendeth to me worde, but yf I deliver vnto hym the foure sones of Aymon, he shall not leve me nother cyte nor towne / but he shall cast all to therthe, [Et si a jure que si je suis prins, quil me ostera ma couronne, F. orig. K. vii.] & shall take the crowne fro my hed / and so shal I be called a kyng overthrowen / My fader helde never noo thyng of hym, & no more shall I / it is better to dey wyth grete worship than to lyve in grete shame.'

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that ye aske counseyll for to betraye suche knyghtes as ben the foure sonnes of Aymon / Reynaude is your man & your carnall frende [car vous luy aues donne vostre seur a fenme devant vos barons et amys, F. orig. k. viii. back.] / ye knowe what good he hath doon to you & to your londe / It is not longe agoo that he dyscomfyted Marcyll the puyssaunt sarrasyn, & chassed hym well foure myle / and smote of his hede, & presented it to you / and ye have promysed & sworne to hym that ye shall defende & kepe hym agenste all men. Myn vncle, yf ye thynke to faill hym, & wyll not holde that ye have promysed to hym / lete hym & his brethern goo oute of your londe in to som other countrey to seke their adventure / And haply they shall serve some lord that shall doo to [folio N.i.b] theym more goode than ye wyll doo. And also I praye you, my dere lorde and vncle, 3as moche as I can,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. k. viii. back.] that ye wyll doo noo thyng that torneth you to blame, nor to dishonour, nor that can be cast by maner of reproche towarde your frendes.' Thenne spake the olde erle of Ansom, and sayd, 'Sire, we wyll that we gyve you counseylle / yf ye wylle doo that we shall counseille you, ye shall doo well for your selfe.' 'Now saye on hardely,' sayd the kyng, 'that semeth you best to be doon, for I wyll doo as ye shall counseille me' / 'Sire,' sayd the erle, 'ye have well herde saye / and soo it was trouth, that Benes slewe the erle Lohier; wherfore Charlemagne sente for hym and made his hede to be smyten of at Parys [par male intencion. Et puis en prist acordance a benes daigremont, F. orig. k. viii. back.] / And at that tyme Reynawde & his brethern were veri yonge; and of theym was none mencyon made / And afterwarde whan they were grete, the kynge wolde amende it vnto theym. For the thynge toucheth theym, but they had the herte so fell that they wolde take none amendes, and lasted their

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hate longe / wherof ever sith hath come grete harmes and evylles / For Reinawde slewe Berthelot, the nevewe of the kyng, wyth a chesboorde / Sire, I knowe not why I sholde hide ony thynge fro your knowlege / ye knowe well that Charlemagne is soo myghty a kyng that he never vndertoke werre, but he came to his above of it / Wherfore I doo gyve you counseille that ye yelde Reynawde & his brethern and Mawgis 1to the kynge Charlemagne;1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. k. viii. back.] and thus shall ye be deliverd of a grete thoughte, and of grete daunger' / And after this spake the erle of Mobandes, and sayd / 'syre, yf ye wyll doo this that the erle of Ansom counseilleth you, ye & we shall be traytours / For Reynawde is your man / and so moche ye have loved hym that ye have gyven hym your suster to his wyf / And whan he cam in thise marches / he came not like a knave / but he cam [folio N.ii.a] to you as a noble knyght, pru and worthy / For he brought in his felawshyp foure thowsande men well armed & well horsed / [Et quant il vint a vous il vois dist, F. orig. k. vii.] and sayd to you afore vs all, or ever he toke of his spores, that he had werre wyth kynge Charlemagne / Netheles ye receyved hym wyth goode herte / and after made of hym at your wyll. And for you he conquested many bataylles / and dyde so moche that he delyvered you from the handes of your enmyes / And therfore, syre, I telle you that ye be not worthy to calle yourselfe, [roy, F. orig. k.] ne to bere the crowne vpon your hede, yf for fere of deth ye betraye suche knyghtes as are the four sones of Aymon; For ye have not yet loste nother castell nor towne: and if ye doo it otherwyse / ye shall be taken and holden for a traytour.' [et mys ou nombre de Judas, F. orig. k. viii.] After spake Anthony the olde erle / and sayd to the kynge / 'Syre, beleve not this counseylle / for suche counseylle he gyveth you

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now, wherof ye shall be betrayed at the laste. For I knowe better thentente of Reynawde than ony man that is here: Ye muste vnderstonde, syre, that Reynawde was sone to a man that had but one towne, and was soo prowde that he dayned to serve nor obeye his lorde the kynge of Fraunce; but slewe Berthelot by his grete pryde and owtrage / Wherfore kynge Charlemagne chassed hym oute of the royame of Fraunce. Now it is happed soo that he is in Gascoyn, and ye have gyven to hym grete landes; and by cause he hath your suster to his wyffe / he is become soo prowde that none maye dure afore hym / And he setteth not a peny nother by you nor by your courte / Wherfore I swere to you by the hede that I bere / yf he may by ony wyse, he shall take the lyffe from you / for to have all the royame to hymselfe. Wherfore I advyse to you by ryghtwys counseylle, that ye yelde hym and his bretherne to Charlemagne / And ye shall doo as a wyse [folio N.ii.b] kyng; and so shall you pease the grete wrath of kyng Charlemagne of Fraunce' / After spake the duke Guymarde of Bayonne, and sayd 2to the kynge2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] / 'Sire, [roy de gascoyne, F. orig. l. i. back.] I tell you that the erle Anthony lieth falsly / and gyveth you evyll counseyll / For Reynawde is sone to the duke Aymon of Ardeyne, whiche is of right grete lynage / And Charlemagne made to slee the duke Benes of Aygremounte, their vncle, by grete wronge / and Reynawde toke therof vengeaunce vpon Berthelot by good rayson / and that more is, it was his body deffendynge / wherof I telle you that noo kyng is not worthy to bere ony crowne nor to have honoure, that wyll doo trayson for thretynge of a nother lorde' / And after spake Humarde an olde knyghte, and sayd / 'By god, [damps Guymart, F. orig. l. i. back.] Guymarde, I beleve that ye have lost your

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wytte / to counseyll the kynge Yon for to bere oute Reynawde agenst 1the grete kynge1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] Charlemagne, for to make all the londe of Gascoyn for to be dystroyed / Wherof ye sholde care but lityll / yf the royame were wasted, and the kynge broughte to shame / soo that ye had lawde and praysyng.' Thenne sayd Guymarde, 'Thou liest falsly / and yf we two were in a nother place than here, I sholde shewe the that thou were an olde dooterd and a foole / For I wolde not counseyll the kynge Yon / but all thynge that concerneth his honour / and profyte also of his royame.'

After spake one named syr Hector / an ancyente erle, and sayd to the kynge / 'Sire, ye aske counseyll of suche that canne not counseyl theymselfe / For it is all other wyse than Guymarde sayth / And I ensure you, that yf ye lose in this matere / he shall lese therby noo thynge. Sire, ye knowe that Reinawde is a knyght good ynoughe. But by his grete pryde / he hath made werre wyth Charlemagne / For he slewe Berthelot his nevewe by his owtrage. [folio N.iii.a] now he is come in Gascoyne / and ye have gyven hym your suster in mariage. Wherof ye dyde grete folie / and ye made hym the castel of Mountalban vpon the strengest grounde that is wythin your royame / Now is come the kyng Charlemagne that hath beseged him; wherfore I counseyll you that ye accorde wyth the kynge Charlemagne, and delyver yourselfe of Reynawde assone as ye maye. For it is better that ye lese foure knyghtes than all your royame. take fro hym your suster, and gyve her to a nother that is a gretter gentilman than is Reynawde / and that have no suche enmyes as is Charlemagne / & fynde some meanes to yelde Reynawde & his brethern to Charlemagne. And this ye shall well [well may = be able.] may doo wythoute blame, yf ye wyll doo

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that I shall counseyll you.' 'Frende,' sayd the kynge yon / 'I am redy to doo that whiche ye shal counseille me, [Car je voy et congnois que vous me donnez bon conseil, F. orig. l. i.] above all other that ben here' /

Thenne whan the kynge yon of Gascoyn sawe that ye mooste party of his counseylle accorded to that he sholde yelde Reynawde and his brethern to kyng Charlemagne, he beganne to wepe right tenderly / and sayd in hymself, that no body cowde bere it. 'Bi god, Reynawde, I am sore charged for you / now shall departe my love fro you. For ye shall lese the body / and I shall lese therby the love of god and of his moder. For I shall never fynde mercy in hym / for to betraye suche a knyghte as ye be' / But I telle you that god shewed that daye for Reynawde a fayr myracle. for the chambre where the counseille was kepte that was all white / chaunged colour and becam all blacke as a cole: 'Lordes,' sayd the kynge Yon, 'I see well that I muste yelde the foure sones of Aymon. syth that the moost parte of you accordeth therto. And I shall doo it / syth that ye counseylle me soo / But I wote well that my soule shall never have therof noo pardonne: And [folio N.iii.b] shall be therfore taken all my lyffe as a Iudas.' and thenne they lefte the counseylle. and wente out of the chambre. And whan the kynge was come out of the chambre: he sette hym doun vpon a benche, and beganne to thynke sore / And as he was in this thoughte / he beganne to wepe sore for grete pyte that he had / And whan he had thoughte and wepte ynoughe / he called his secretary, and sayd to hym: 'Come forth, syre Peter / and write a letter from me to the kinge Charlemagne, as I shall telle you: It is that I sende hym salutacyon wyth goode love / And yf he wyll leve me my londe in peas, I promyse hym that a-fore ten dayes ben paste / I shall delyver vnto hym

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the foure sones of Aymon, and he shall fynde theym in the playne of Valcolours / clothed wyth scarlette / furred wyth ermynes, and ridynge vpon mewles / berynge in theyr handes flowres and roses for a token / bycause that men shall better knowe theym. And I shall make them to be accompanyed of eyghte erles of my royame / & yf they scape from hym, that he blame me not for it.' Thenne sayd the secretare, 'Sire, your commaundemente shall be doon.' 1 [1—1 Et lors sen entra en sa chambre ... F. orig. l. ii. back.] the whiche toke anone penne and ynk1e, and wrote the lettres / worde for worde, as the kyng had devysed to hym. And whan they were writen and sealed. the kynge called his stywarde, and sayd to hym / 'Now make you redy on horsbacke / and goo to the sege of Mountalban / and recommende me to kynge Charlemagne: and gyve hym thise lettres / And telle hym, yf he wyll quyte my londe / I shall doo this that is of reason, and none otherwyse.' 'Syre,' sayd the stywarde, 'I shall gladly doo your commaundemente / doubte not of it.' Thenne wente the stywarde in his house, and made hym redy on horsbacke, and rode out of Tholouse, and toke the herawde of Charlemagne wyth hym / And whan [folio N.iv.a] they were come to Mountalban, thei fonde the emperour in his pavylion / where the stywarde lyghted doun / and wente wythin / and saluted the kynge Charlemagne fro the kynge Yon of Gascoyn / and presented hym the lettres fro his behalve, and sayd to hym; 'Ryght myghty emperour, the kynge Yon sendeth you worde by me / that yf ye wyll ensure his londe, he shall fulfylle the tenoure of this lettre / and otherwyse he wyll not.'

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the bysshop Turpyn / the duke Naymes / Ogyer the dane / and the xii peres 1of Fraunce1 [1—1omitted, F. orig. l. i. back.] / and sayd to theym / 'Fayre lordes, be not dysplaysed: goo out of this pavylion / for I wyll talke with this messager pryvely.' 'Syre,' sayd they all, 'wyth a goode wylle'/ And than they wente all oute of the pavyllion / and whan they were all goon / Charlemagne opened the lettres, and red theym all alonge / And he fonde therin that whiche he mooste desyred in this worlde / that was the trayson as it was ordeyned / Whan Charlemagne had red the lettre, he myghte be noo gladder than he was. And of the grete Ioye that he had of it / he beganne to smyle / 'Syre,' sayd the stywarde, 'yf ye see ought in the lettre that playseth you not / blame not me for it / 2For I knowe not yet what it is.'2 [2—2omitted, F. orig. l. ii.] Thenne sayd Charlemagne to the stywarde / 'Your lorde, the kynge Yon, speketh full curtesly / and yf he doo that he dooth me to wyte / he shall be well my goode frende / And soo shall I doo to hym grete worshyp, and shall make hym a grete man / and also I shall defende hym agenst all men.' 'Syre,' sayd the stywarde, 'of this that ye saye / ye shall gyve me suretyes if it playse you.' Thenne sayd Charlemagne, 'I wyll doo soo [folio N.iv.b.] gladly / This I swere vpon the sone of the vyrgyn Mary, and also vpon saynte Denys of Fraunce, whos man I am.' 'Syre, ye have sayd all ynoughe,' answered the messager of kynge Yon / 'And noon other surety I aske of you.'

Thenne Charlemagne called hys chambrelayne, and sayd to hym / 'Make a lettre to kyng Yon of Gascoyne in my behalve / as I shall devyse it vnto you. Wryte that I sende hym salutacyon and good love / And that yf he dooth for me as he sayth, I shall encrease his royaume wyth fourtene goode castelles /

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and therof I gyve hym for surete our lorde and saynte Denys of Fraunce / and that I sende hym four mauntelles of scarlette furred wyth ermynes, for to clothe wythall the traytoures, whan they shall goo to the playne of Valcoloures. And there they shall be hanged, yf god wyll. And I wyll not that ony other have harme, but oonly the foure sones of Aymon' / 'Syre,' sayd the chambrelayne / 'your commaundement shall be well doon' / and thenne he made the lettres as themperour had devysed hym. And whan he had made theym, the emperour Charlemagne sealed theym / and after he called the messager afore his presence, and sayd to hym / 'Holde thise lettres, and take theym to kynge Yon from me, and recommende me moche to hym.' And thenne he dyde gyve hym x marke of golde / and a rynge that he toke of [off.] his fynger / wherof the messager thanked hym moche humbly, and incontynente lyghted on horsback. [et sen va vers thoulouse, F. orig. l. ii.] And whan he was arryved, he salved the kynge yon of Gascoyn from kynge Charlemagnes behalve. And toke hym the lettres and the mauntelles, 3as Charlemagne had commaunded hym.3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.]

[folio N.v.a] Thenne whan the messager of the kyng yon was goon / Charlemagne made come afore hym Foulques of moryllon and Ogyer the dane / and sayd to theym, 'Lordes, I have sente for you / For I wyll that ye knowe a lytyll of my secretes. But I telle you, vpon your feythe that none other shall knowe the same, but oonly we, vs thre, unto the tyme that the dede be accomplysshed.' 'Sire,' sayd Ogyer, 'yf ye thynke that we sholde dyscovere your secrete, telle it vs not / And yf ye truste vs, declare hardely your playsur.' 'Certes,' sayd the emperour to Ogyer, 'ye be well worthy to knowe all. For I knowe you for a

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goode and a trusty knyghte.' 'Syre,' sayd Ogyer, 'your goode gramercy. But I telle you that I wylle not knowe noo thynge therof / but that ye take firste myn othe theropon' / 'Lordes,' sayd Charlemagne / 'I take it / Now shall ye goo to the playne of Valcolours wyth thre hundred knyghtes well armed / and whan ye shall come there, ye shall fynde the foure sones of Aymon / And thus I commaunde you, that ye brynge theym to me other deed or quycke.' 'Syre,' sayd Ogyer, 'I sawe theym never but armed: How shall we knowe theym' / 'Ogyer,' sayd Charlemagne, 'ye shall well may knowe theym / For eche of them shall be clothed wyth a mauntell of scarlette furred wyth ermynes / and shall bere roses in theyr handes.' 'Sire,' sayd Ogyer, 'that is a goode token / and we shall do your commaundement.' They made none other taryeng, but departed from the ooste 1of the kynge Charlemagne1 as pryvely as they myghte doo / And rode to the playne of Valcolours / and put theym selfe in a busshement wythin a woode all of serpyn trees / vnto the tyme that the foure sones of Aymon came to the playne of Valcoloures / Ha, god! why knewe not Reynawde and his bretherne this [folio N.v.b] mortelle trayson, for they wolde not have come there [comme bricons, F. orig. l. iii. back] vpon mewles. / But they sholde have come there vpon goode horses, and well armed, as prue and worthy knyghtes that they were / But, and god had not remedyed it / this Reynawde and his brethern sholde have ben soone taken in a lityl space / for they were in daunger of deth. Whan Ogyer the dane and Foulques of Moryllon were in theyr bushemente / Foulques called his folke and sayd to theym: 'Fayr lordes, I oughte well to hate Reynawde / for he slewe myn vncle by grete wronge / Now am I come to the poynte that I shall be avenged on hym / and I shall

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telle you now. Now wyte it that the kynge Yon of Gascoyn hath betrayed theym; [et les doit remectre a charlemaigne ... F. orig. l. iii.] and they shall come hider anone, all vnarmed sauf their swerdes / 2And therfore2 [2—2 Et pourtant quant ilz viendront ... F. orig. l. iii.] I praye you all that ye thynke to smyte well vpon theym / thenne shall I knowe who loveth me beste. Doo soo that none of theym scape / and ye shall be well, my goode frendes. And I shall love you well.'

Now shall we telle you of the kynge Yon that was at Tholouse: whan he had receyved the lettres of the kynge Charlemagne, he called to hym his secretary Godras, and sayd to hym, 'Loke what this lettre sayeth:' And the clerke brake incontynente the seale, and behelde the tenoure of the lettre / and founde how Reynawde & his brethern sholde be betrayed / and lyvered to dethe / And whan the clerke had redde the letre, he beganne to wepe sore tenderly; and yf it had not be for doubte of the kyng, he wolde gladly have vttered it. And whan kynge Yon sawe his secretary wepe, he sayd thus to hym: 'kepe well vpon your lyf that ye hide no thyng fro me, but telle me all that the lettre conteyneth, and what the kynge Charlemagne wryteth [folio] to me.' 'By my feyth,' sayd Godras / 'It is a sore thynge for to reherce' / 'Now lightely,' 4sayd the kynge Yon:4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] 'telle me what the kynge Charlemagne sendeth me.' 'Syre,' sayd Godras, 'I shall telle it you gladly' / And thenne he beganne to shewe to kynge Yon how Charlemagne sende hym worde / that yf he wolde doo as he had wryten vnto hym, he sholde encreace his power of fourtene goode castelles more than he had.

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scarlette furred wyth ermynes / that ye shall gyve to the foure sones of Aymon for to were theym / And thus they shall be knowen. For Charlemagne wyll not that none take ony harme / but oonly the foure sones of Aymon / And he doth you to wyte, that his folke are wythin a busshemente wythin a woode by the playn of Valcolours / that is to wyte, Foulques of Moryllon and Ogyer the Dane, wyth thre hundred men well horsed and well armed, that abyden there the foure sones of Aymon / ye whiche ye sholde lyver in to theyr handes.' Whan the kynge Yon vnderstode the tenoure of the lettre, He made haste for to fulfylle his promyse / And Incontynente he lyghted on horsbacke: and toke in his company a hundred men well arrayed / and toke his waye towarde Mountalban. And as soone as he myghte / he came / and entred wythin atte the gate fletcher. And whan he was wythin, he made his folke to lodge theym in the borow / And he wente up to the palays, as he was wounte to doo whan he came there. Thenne whan hys suster, the wyffe of Reynawde, wyste of the comynge of the kynge yon her brother / she came agenst hym & toke hym by the hande, & wolde have kissed hym as she [folio] was accustomed to do whan he cam there, but the kyng, full of evyll trayson, tourned his face a syde / And sayd he had the tooth ache, and wolde not speke wyth her but lityll / But he sayd that men sholde make hym a bedde redy / For he wolde reste hymselfe a lityll [pour myeulx couvrir sa trahison, F. orig. l. iv. back.] / and whan he was layd, he beganne sore to thynke, and sayd to hym selfe, 'Ha, goode lorde / what have I wroughte agenste the beste knyghtes of the worlde that I have betrayed soo falsely / Now shall they be honged to morowe wythoute fawte. I praye god to have mercy and pyte vpon theym / now may I well say that I shall be lykened to

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Iudas from hens forthe. And I shall have loste the love of god / and of his moder / and also myn honour. But I muste nedes doo it, syth I have promysed it soo / And the wylle of my barons is suche / for thus they have counseylled and have made me doo it. 1Wherof I am full sore dysplaysed.'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. l. iv. back.]

Alle thus as the kyng yon thought in the grete treyson that was thus machyned vpon the four sones of Aymon / there came in Reynawde from huntynge / and all hys bretherne wyth hym, and had taken foure wylde bores sore grete / and whan Reynawde was wythin Mountalban / he herde the noyse of the horses, and wende that it had ben straunge knyghtes that were come vnto hym to take wages. 2And thenne he2 [2—2 Reynault, F. orig.] asked of a yoman, what folke were thees strangeres that were come in wythoute leve / 'Syre,' sayd the yoman, 'they ben the folke of kynge yon, that is come wythin for to speke wyth you of some materes / But me seemeth by his folke that he is not well atte ease of his persone. [Car il semble a le veoir qu'il soit mal dispose, F. orig. l. iv.]

[folio N.vii.a] Thenne sayd 5the goode5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig.] > Reynawde / 'Ha, god / why hath my lorde traveylled hym selfe soo moche for to come hyder, For I wolde wyth a goode wyll have goon to hym' / And after, whan he had that sayd, he called to hym a servaunte of his, and sayd to hym / 'Goo fette me my horne Boudyere / For I wyll make feest and Ioye for the comynge of my soverayne lorde.' and Incontynente it was broughte to hym / And Reynawde toke it / and sayd to his bretherne / 'Now take eche of you his owne, and lete vs make feeste for the love of kynge Yon.' [Sire dirent ilz nous le ferons tres volentiers, F. orig. l. iv.] Thenne they toke eche of theym his horne, and beganne to sowne all foure at ons ryght hyghe. And made so grete noyse

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that the castell sowned of it. [si que lon cuidoit que le clocher de la chapelle saint Nycholas en deust tomber par terre, F. orig. l. iv.] For they made so grete Ioye for the love of the kynge Yon, that it was merveyll. Whan the kynge Yon herde the trompettes, that thus sowned soo sore 2that the chambre where as he laye shoke of it,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] he arose vp from the bed and came to the wyndowe / and sayd to hymselfe / 'Ha, what evyl have I wroughte agenste thyse knyghtes! Alas, how make ye Ioye agenste soo grete a combraunce, the whiche I have purchaced to you / I have betrayed you right falsely / as a wycked and vntrewe kynge that I am / For a man that betrayeth his frende, oughte never to have honoure, nother in this worlde nor in the other / but oughte to be loste bothe body and soule / For he has forsaken god, and hath gyven hym selfe to the devyll.' And whan he had sayd that / he retorned agayne vpon his bedde, sore vexed atte the herte, and evyll at ease more than ony man myghte be. Thenne Reynawde and his brethern came vp to the palays, where they founde the kyng yon. & whan he sawe theym com, he rose agenst theym, and toke theym the hande, and sayd to Reynawde / 'Be [folio N.vii.b] not merveylled that I have not enbraced nor kyssed you, for I am sore laden wyth grete evyll / And it is well [quinze jours, F. orig. l. iv.] fourtene dayes goon that I cowde nother ete nor drynke 5ony thyng that dyde me goode.'5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. l. iv.] Thenne sayd Reynawde, 'syre, ye be in a good place, where ye shall be tended vpon right well with goddis grace. And I and my bretherne shall serve you to our power' / 'Gramercy,' sayd the kynge Yon / Thenne called he his stywarde, and sayd to hym, 'Goo and brynge me the mantelles of scarlette furred wyth ermynes / that I have doon make for my dere frendes.' Incontynente the stywarde dyde the

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commaundement of kynge yon. And assone that he was come agayne, the kynge made the foure bredern to putt the four mantelles vpon theym, and prayed theym to were theym for his love. 'Sire,' sayd Alarde, 'this is a gladde presente / And we shall were theym for the love of you, wyth veri goode wyll' / Alas, yf they had knowen how the thyng was broughte aboute / they sholde not have borne theym, but they sholde have doon all other wyse. Alas, and what sorowfulle harme they had of this, that they were thus clothed. For that were the tokens & reconyssaunce wherof they were in daungeur of deth, yf god had not holpen theym of his pyte and mercy. And whan the foure sones of Aymon had theyr mantelles on / the kynge Yon behelde theym / and had of theym grete pyte, and beganne to wepe. There was his stywarde, that the trayson well wyste / that sayd not one worde for fere of the kynge Yon / And whan the mete was redy / Reynawde prayed moche the kynge that he wolde ete. For he made hym to be served right well. Whan they had eten, the kynge Yon rose vpon his feete / and toke Reynawde by the hande, and sayd to hym, 'My fayre broder & my goode frende / I wyll telle a counseyll that ye know not / Now [folio N.viii.a] wyte that I have ben atte Mountbenden, and I have spoken wyth kynge Charlemagne, the whiche charged me of treyson / by cause that I kepe you in my royame / wherof I have presented my gage afore all his company; and no man was there soo hardy that durste speke agenste that, that I sayd. After this we had many wordes togyder / emonge whiche we spake of goode accorde and of peas / wherof at the last the kyng Charlemagne was contente for my love for to make peas wyth you / in the maner that foloweth. That is to wyte, that tomorowe erly ye shall goo to the playne of Valcoloures,

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ye and your brethern, all vnarmed but of your swerdes / mounted vpon your mewles / and clothed wyth the mantelles that I have gyven to you; and that ye shall bere in your handes roses and floures. and I shalle sende wyth you eyghte of myn erles, for to goo more honourable / the whiche ben all of my lynage / And there ye shall fynde the kynge Charlemagne / and the duke Naymes of bavyere / and Ogyer the dane, and all the xii peres of Fraunce / and there charlemagne shall gyve you suerte. And ye shall doo to hym reverence in suche manere that ye shall caste yourselfe to his feete, and there he shall pardonne you / and he shall gyve you agayne all your londes entierly.'

Thenne sayd Reynawde, 'Sire, for god, mercy; For I have grete doubte of the kynge Charlemagne, by cause he hateth us to deth, as ye knowe / and I promyse you, yf he holdeth vs, he shall make vs to deye a shamfull dethe.' 'Goode frende,' sayd the traytour kyng Yon, 'have noo doubte atte all; For he hath sworne vnto me vpon his feyth afore all hys baronye' / 'Syre,' answerde Reynawde, 'we shall doo your commaundementes.' 'Ha god,' sayde Alarde / 'What saye you, brother / ye knowe well that [folio N.viii.b] Charlemagne hathe made his othe many tymes, that yf he maye take vs ones by ony maner of meane, he shall bryng vs to a shamfull dethe. Now I merveylle me gretly of you, fayr broder / how ye wyll accorde for to goo put yourselfe and vs into his handes all vnarmed, as a poure myschaunte / Never have god mercy vpon my soule yf I goo there wythoute myn armes, nor wythout to be as it apperteyneth!' 'broder,' sayd Reynaude, 'ye saye not wele / God forbede that I sholde mystruste my lorde, the kynge Yon, of ony thynge that he telleth me.' And thenne he tourned hym towarde the kynge Yon, and sayd to hym / 'Sire,

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wythoute ony fawte we shall be there to morowe erly in the mornynge, What soever happeth of it.' 'Fayre lordes,' sayd Reynawde, 'god hath holpen vs well, that we have peas wyth the kynge Charlemagne, to whom we have made soo longe tyme so mortall a werre; but syth that my lorde, the kynge Yon, hath made this peas, I am contente to doo to hym as moche reverence as to me is possible / For I am delibered to goo naked in my smalle lynen clothes to the mount saynte Mychaell.' And whan Reynawde had sayd this worde, he toke leve of kynge Yon; and wente in to the chambre of the fayr lady his wyff, and fonde there his 1other two brethern,1 [1—1 tous ses freres, F. orig. l. v.] that were wyth her / And whan the lady sawe her husbonde com / she came agenst hym, 2and toke hym betwyx bothe her armes by grete love,2 [2—2 et lembrasse par grant amour, F. orig. l. v.] & kyssed hym / 'Lady,' sayd Reynawde, 'I oughte well to love you by grete rayson / For your broder, the kynge Yon, hath traveyled hymselfe ryght sore for me; and hath ben sore blamed atte the courte of charlemagne for me, but he hath doon soo moche, blessed be god, that he hath made my peas wyth the kynge Charlemagne; And that Rowlande and Olyver, nor all the twelve peres of Fraunce myghte never make, [folio O.i.a] he hath graunted vs agen all our londes / And all thus we shall be riche / and shall lyve all our liffe in rest & peas / and so shall we mowe helpe / and gyve the havoyre that we have, to the powre knyghtes that have served vs all their liff 4truly and well.'4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.]

Thenne sayd the lady, 'I thanke god gretly therof with all my herte / But telle me where the concordauns shall be made, and hide it not from me, if it playse you' / 'Ladi,' sayd Reynawde, 'I shall telle it you wythout ony fawte / Wyte that tomorowe we

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muste ride to the playne of Valcoloures, and there the peas shall be made; but I and my brethern muste goo thedir wythoute armes but oonly our swerdes, and vpon mewles / berynge roses in our handes / And there we shall fynde the duke Naymes of bavyere, & Ogier the dane, and all the xii. peres of Fraunce, that shall receyve our othes.' Whan the lady vnderstode thise wordes / she was soo sore an angred therof that almoste she had loste her wytte / and sayd to Reynawde / 'Sir, yf ye wyll beleve me, ye shall not go one fote there / For the playnes of Valcoloures are soo dangerous / for there is a roche right highe, and there ben foure grete woodes rounde aboute. [Dont la maindre dure bien dix lieues, F. orig. l. vi. back.] yf ye wyll bileve me, ye shall take a daye for to speke wyth Charlemagne here in the medowes of Mountalban; and ye shall goo there mounted vpon bayarde, and your brethern wyth you / and there ye maye conferme your peas / or elles contynue your werre. and take two thowsande knyghtes, & gyve theym to maugys your cosin, whiche shall kepe theim in a busshement vpon the ryvage, yf it happe you to have nede; for I doubte me sore of trayson. wherfore I praye you that ye kepe your selfe well sure / For I dyd dreme to nyghte a dreme, that was ferefull and merveyllous. For me semed that I was atte the wyndowes of the grete [folio O.i.b] palays, & sawe com oute of the grete wood of Ardeyn well a thousande wylde bores / that had grete & horryble teeth; the whiche slewe you / 3and rented your body all in peces;3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. l. vi. back.] and also I sawe that the grete towre of Mountalban fell doun to grounde / and, moreover, I sawe a shot of adventure / that smote your broder Alarde so harde that it perced his body thrugh and thrughe / and that the chapell of saynt Nycolas, whiche is wythin this castell, felle doun to therthe,

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and all the ymages that ben in it wepte for grete pyte. And that two angeles came doun from hevyn, that hanged your broder Richarde at an apull tree / and thenne the sayd Rycharde cryed wyth an hyghe voyce / Fayr broder Reynawde, come and helpe me! and Incontynente ye wente there vpon your horse Bayarde, but he felle doun by the waye vnder you wherfore ye myghte not come tyme ynoughe / wherof ye were full sory. And therfore, 1good syre,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. l. vi.] I counseylle you that ye goo not there.'

'Lady,' sayd Reynawde, 'holde your peas; For who that beleveth over moche in dremes / he dooth agenste the commaundemente of god.' Thenne sayd Alarde, 'by the feyth that I owe to god / I shall never sette foote there.' 'nor I nother,' sayd Richarde / 'Alas,' sayd thenne Guycharde / 'yf we muste goo there, lete vs not departe thyderwarde as men of counseille, but lete vs goo there like as prue and worthy knyghtes / havynge eche of vs his armes vpon hym, & well a horsbacke, 1and not vpon mewles;1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. l. vi.] and that our broder Reynawde be well mounted vpon bayarde, whiche [shall may = be able.] shall maye bere vs all four at a nede' / 'by god,' sayd reynawd, 'ye shall say what ye wyll / but I shall goo there, as I have sayd: what soever happeth' / And thenne he wente out of his chambre, & came to kynge Yon / and sayd to hym, 'By god, I merveylle me moche of my bredern, that wyll not go wyth me, by cause [folio O.ii.a] they have no horses wyth theym. and yf it playse you, ye shall gyve vs leve to take eche of vs a horse, & ye shall kepe styll your eyghte erles wyth you / and we shall go there as ye have commaunded vs' / 'I wyll not doo it,' sayd the kyng yon / 'For the kyng Charlemagne doubteth you to sore, & your bredern, and your horses / and also I have gyven

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hostages & suretes 1that ye shall bere noo maner of harneys wyth you, but oonly your swerdes, as I have tolde you afore / and that ye shall ride vpon mewles, and not vpon horses1 [1—1 que vous ny pourterez armes ne ne serez montez sur voz cheuaulx, F. orig. l. vi.] / And yf ye goo there otherwyse arayed, Charlemagne shall thinke that I wil betraye hym, and so shall he dystroye all my londe / that shall be the payment that I shall have for you / I have traveylled myselfe full sore for to brynge you 2& your bredern2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] atte one wyth Charlemagne; and therfore, goo there yf ye wyll, and yf ye wyll not / leve it.'

Thene sayd Reynawde, 'Sir, syth that it is soo / we shall goo there;' and thenne he wente from king yon in to his chambre agayne / and fonde his wyff, that noble lady, alarde [Guichart, F. orig.] & Richarde / that asked hym how he had doon / and if they sholde have his goode horse bayarde wyth theym.' 'By god,' sayd Reynawde, 'I canne not have leve to doo so; but, my bredern, doubte you not / for the kyng yon is as true a prynce; and yf he sholde betraye vs / he sholde be sore blamed for it, for he shall make vs to be conduytted by eyght of the moost grete erles of his royame / and god confounde me yf I sawe ever ony evyll doon by hym.' 'Syr,' sayd his bredern, 'we shall goo gladly wyth you, sith that ye wyll have vs nedes to doo soo.' whan they were thus accorded herto / they wente to bed, & slepte vnto the daye appered / And whan Reynawde sawe the day, he rose vp, and sayd to his bredern, 'Arise, syres, & make vs redy / for to goo there as we shold goo / for if Charlemagne be [folio O.ii.b] soner to the playnes of Valcolours than we / he shall haply be angry for it.' 'Syre,' sayd his bredern, 'we shall soone be redy.' and whan they were all redy, they went to the chirche of saynt Nycolas for to here

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masse / and whan [they] cam to the offrynge, Reynawde & his bredern offered many riche yeftes / And after the masse was doon [chantee, F. orig. l. vii. back.] / they asked after theyr mewles, & incontynent they mounted vpon / and in their felawshyp were eyghte erles / the whiche knewe all the maner of trayson. and whan they were all mounted they toke on theyr way, but the foure sones of Aymon were good to knowe by thother / for they had on grete mauntelles of scarlet furred with ermynes / and bare in theyr handes roses in token of peas, and also theyr swerdes / for 2they wold not girde theym.2 [2—2 Ilz ne les volurent oncques laisser, F. orig. l. vii. back.] 3Now god be wyth theym3 [3—3 or en pense nostre seigneur qui prit mort et passion en la croix, F. orig. P. vii. back.] / for if he kepe theim not / they ben in waye of perdicyon, and never to com agen to Montalban / Whan the kyng yon sawe theym thus goo, he felle doun in a swoune more than four tymes, for the grete sorowe that he had atte his hert / 4for how be it that he had betrayed theym so / yet had he grete pite of theym4 [4—4 Car non obstant quil les auoit ainsi trahiz Il en auoit peur, F. orig. l. vii.] / but this that he had doon / evyll counseyll had made hym doo it / And thenne he began to make the gretest sorow in the worlde / and sayd / 'Ha, good lord, what have I doon / dyde ever ony man so grete a trayson as I have doon, nay vereli; for I have betraied the best knyghtes of ye worlde / and the most worthy / 5and true.'5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig.]

Thenne sayd his folke / 'syre, ye doo not well to make suche a sorow, for Reynawde is / veri wyse; and he shall perceyve it right soone.' 'Ha, god,' sayd the kyng Yon / 'were it as ye saye; for I sholde be more glad than yf I had wonne X. of the best citees of Fraunce; for Reinawde is my frende & my broder. Ha, Mawgys, how shall ye be sori, whan ye shall

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knowe this mater / Reynawd dyd grete foly / whan he toke [folio O.iii.a] not your advyse in this thyng / for yf he had knowen of it ye sholde not have suffred hym [to] go there' / 'Lordes,' sayd ye kynge yon, 'I, poure wretche / whether shall I becom, if the four sones of Aymon deye / for mawgis shall slee me wythout merci / and also it is well rayson / for who that betraieth a nother & pryncipally his frende carnall ought not to lyve nor have ever ony worshyp' [Et quant Il eut ce dit, Il cheut tout pasme a terre, F. orig. l. vii., omitted in Caxton.] / but his folke toke hym vp incontynente & began to recomforte hym by many grete raysons 3that thei layde afore hym.3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. l. vii.]

Nowe begynneth the piteouse histori of the four sones of aymon, that went to their dethe by the meanes of ye traytour kyng yon / And because of the trayson that he commytted agenst the four sones of aymon / he loste the royame of gascoyn, the name & the dygnyte therof [de non jamais y auoir roy, F. orig. l. vii.] / for never sin that tyme was no kyng crowned in gascoyn. Now shall I telle you of Reynawde & of his bredern [que dieu vueille garder de mal et descombrier par sa pitie, F. orig. l. vii.] / thenne rode Reynawde & his bredern towarde the playne of Valcoloures / and as they rode thiderwarde, Alarde began to synge 6right swetly & ioyfull6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig.] a new song / and Guycharde & Richarde dide in lykewyse / but I telle you that no instrument of musike [ne psalterion, F. orig.] sowned never so melodiously as the thre bredern dyd syngyng togider; alas, what pite was it of so noble & so worthy knyghtes that wente syngyng & makyng ioye to their deth; they were as the swan that syngeth that yere that he shal deye / Reynaude went behynde theym sore thynkyng; his hede bowed doun towarde therthe / and behelde his brethern that

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rode forth makyng grete ioye / and he sayd / 'O god, what knyghtes be my bredern, that there ben none suche [si bons, F. orig. l. viii. back.] in all the worlde, nother so gracyous' / and whan he had sayd this, he set his handes togyder & heved them vp towarde hevyn, all wepyng / and sayd in this maner, 'Good lorde, by thy glorious & blessed name, [folio O.iii.b] that dydest cast danyell out fro the lyons / and delyverest Ionas fro the fysshes beli / and saved saynt peter whan he caste hymselfe in the see for to com to ye, and pardonned mari magdalene / and made ye blynde to see / and suffred passion and dethe vpon the crosse for our synnes / and pardonned lonugys [Longius.] that smote the wyth a spere 4in to thy blessed side4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] / wherfro thy blessed blood fell in to his eyen; and incontynent he recovered his sighte therby / and by thy resurrectyon / kepe this daye my body (yf it playse the) fro deth & fro prison; and also my bredern, for I wote not where we goo / but me semeth that we go in grete peryle' / And whan he had fynysshed his oroyson, his eyen wexed weete agen for pite that he had / leste his brethern sholde have ony harme for love of hym / For it playsed theim not well that they were so bare of their armes.

Thenne whan alarde saw his broder Reynaude that had his eyen full of teres, he sayd to hym, 'Ha, broder, [beau sire Regnault, F. orig. l. viii. back.] what eylleth you / I have seen you in right grete peryll, & a boute a harde werke / but I sawe you never make so yll chere as ye doo now, for I have seen you wepe at this owre / Wherof I merveyll me gretly / for I wote well for certeyn that ye wepe not wythoute some grete occasion.' Thenne sayd Reynaud / 'fayr broder, me aylleth no thynge' / 'By the feyth that I owe to you,' sayd alarde, 'ye wepe not for no thyng.

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This is the day that we sholde be attone wyth kyng Charlemagne; so praye I you for god, my dere broder, that ye leve this sorow / and lete vs goo forth merely, & bere oute a good face as longe as we ben alyve / for after that a man is ones decessed / it is no more spoken of him. And thus I praye you, broder, that ye synge wyth vs; For ye have soo fayr a voyce, that it is a grete playsure for to here you syng, whan ye be wyllynge to it.' 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'wyth a goode [will,] syth [folio O.iv.a] that it playseth you.' And thenne began Reynawde for to synge soo meledyously that it was grete playsure for to here hym. Soo longe rode the four sones 2of Aymon2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] the lityll pase of their mewles, syngynge & devysynge amonge theym selfe, that they came to the playne of Valcolours / Now wyll I telle you of the facyon of the valey. For wyte, that yf I telled you not / ye sholde not maye [be able.] knowe it / There is a roche right hie and noyous to goo vp / and it is envyronned rounde aboute wyth four grete [omitted, F. orig.] forestes ryght grete & thyck, for the leest is there a dayes journey to ryde thorughe it; and there ben four grete ryvers all aboute it sore depe / wherof ye gretest is named Gyrounde; the other is called Dordonne; the thirde is named Nore / and the other Balancon; and there is nother castell nor towne [ne nulle habitacion, F. orig. l. viii.] by XX myles nyghe aboute it. And therfore the trayson was there devysed / for this playne 2of Valcolours2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] was ferre from all folke / and there was a waye crossed in four / the one waye was towarde Fraunce, the other in to Spayne / 5the other5 [5—5 le tiers, F. orig. l. viii.] in to Galyce, and the fourth in to Gascoyn. And at every one of thyse foure wayes was layde a busshement of V hundred men well horsed 2and armed,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] for to take Reynawde & his bredern quycke or deed; for thus had

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they sworne it, and promysed to kynge Charlemagne. Thenne cam there Reynawde & his bredern wyth theyr felawshyp of eyghte erles, that the kyng yon 1of Gascoyn1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] had take to theym, the whiche wyst well all the mystery of this trayson. And incontynent Ogyer, the dane, sawe theym firste of all / the whiche was all abashed / and sayd to his folke, 'Fayr lordes, ye ben my men, my subgettes, & my frendes; ye knowe that Reynawde is my cosin, & I oughte not to see his dethe nor his dommage. Wherfore I praye you all that ye wyll doo hym no harme at all, nor to none [folio O.iv.b] of his bredern, 1my cosyns'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] / They answerd all, that they sholde doo his commaundement wyth a goode wyll / This hangynge, Reynawde & his brethern passed by and wente in to the myddes of the playne.

Thenne whan Reynawde & his brethern were com there, and fonde noo body / they were of it sore abasshed / And after, whan Alarde saw this / he called his brother Rycharde, and sayd to hym / 'What is this, fayr brother, I see well that we ben betrayed / for I see you chaunge your colour / how thynke ye?' 'Brother,' sayd Richarde, [Guichard, F. orig. m. i. back.] 'I doubte me sore for reynawde.' 'Have noo doubte,' sayd Alarde; 'for we shall have no thynge but goode' / 'My brother,' sayd Rycharde, [Guichard, F. orig. m. i. back.] 'I promyse you all, my herte shaketh / nor never in my dayes I had not soo grete feere; For all my heeres rise vp / Wherof I doubte me sore that we ben betrayed / And that more is, I sholde not be aferde yf Reynawde were armed and set vpon bayarde, and we also; for thus as we ben now, we ben halfe discomfyted' / And whan he had sayd thus, he spake to Reynawde and sayd / 'Brother, why do we tary here, sith that we have founde noo body 1wyth whom we sholde speke?1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] for yf xx knyghtes were here armed / they

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sholde have vs where they wolde, mawgre our teeth as bestes / seenge that we have so many enmyes in Fraunce. Ye wolde not beleve this that we tolde you / and also your wyf at Mountalban / wherof I fere me sore that ye shall have no leyser for to repente you of it / For yf our cosyn mawgis had ben here wyth vs / and that ye had your goode horse bayarde / 1we sholde not doubte Charlemagne wyth all his puissaunce, of a strawe1 [1—1 nous ne doubterions Charlemaigne ung bouton, F. orig. m. i. back.] / I praye you lete vs goo hens, for I promyse you it is foly for to abyde here long; for I know well that charlemagne hath made vs for to com here as bestes clothed with scarlet / nor I can not beleve none [folio O.v.a] other / but that the kyng Yon hath falsly [et mauluaisement, F. orig. m. i. back.] betrayed vs' /

'Certes, fayr brother, ye say trouth,' sayd Reynawde / 'and I perceyve me well of it / now lete vs goo backe agen all fayr & softe / and as they wolde have retourned,' Reynawde hehelde a side & saw well a thousande knyghtes armed, comynge a grete paas agenst theim / And foulques of morillon cam afore all the other, well horsed, his shelde afore hys breste, & 4his spere alowe in the reest, the grete valop agenste Reynawde;4 [4—4 la lance baisse contre Regnault, F. orig. m. i.] for he was that man in the worlde that he mooste hated. Whan Reynawd sawe com foulques of morillon, he knewe hym well at his shelde, and was so an-angred for it that he wyste not what to doo. 'Ha, good lord, what shall we poure synners doo? I see well that we must deye this day withoute doubte' / 'Broder,' sayd Alarde, 'what saye ye' / 'by my feyth,' sayd Reynawde, 'I see here grete sorow. Here cometh foulques of morillon for to slee vs; and whan alarde had seen theim comyng [comyug, orig.] / it lacked lityll that he wexed madde, and fell doun almost for grete

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angre that he had of the same / and whan guycharde & Richarde sawe this, they began to make grete sorow. For they scratched theyr vysages & pulled theyr heeres / And whan alarde was a lityll assured / he sayd / 'Ha, fayr brethern, guycharde & rycharde / now is the day com that we shall deye all thrughe mortall [motarll, orig.] treyson; for I knowe well that Reynawde hath betrayed vs, and certes I wolde never have thoughte that ony treyson sholde have entred wythin so noble a man as he is; he made vs come here agenst our wylles & mawgre vs, by cause he knoweth well the trayson. Ha, Reynawde, the sone of Aymon of ardeyne / and who shall ever truste ony man / whan ye that are our broder, and that we take for our lord / have brought vs hider magre vs to our deth / and have betrayed vs so falsly' / 'O richarde,' sayd alarde, 'draw [folio O.v.b] oute your swerde [du fourreau, F. orig. m. i.] / by god, the traytour shall deye wyth vs. For well ought the traytour to deye that hathe procured so mortall a treyson.' Whan alarde had sayd this, they all thre dyde set hande to their swerdes & cam to Reynawde for to sle hym yrefully, [comme lyons, F. orig. m. i.] & sore an-angred as lyons; for they trowed for very certen that Reynaud had betrayed theym. Whan reynaude sawe theym com thus / he made semblaunt to defende hymself / but loughe at theym by grete love. 'alas,' sayd richarde, 'what had I thoughte? I wolde not slee my broder for all the good in ye worlde' / and so sayd alarde & guycharde; for thei were sore repented of this that they had enterprised for to doo / and they began all for to wepe for pite, & caste their swordes doun to therthe, & kyssed reynawde, sore wepynge. And alarde sayd, 'ha, good Reynawd, whi have you betrayed vs so? / we be nother normans nor englyshe, nor almayns; [Flamans, F. orig. m. i.] but we be all bredern of one fader & of

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one moder / and we holde you for our lord. For god, brother Reynawde, tell vs of whens cometh this trayson / we ben com of so noble kyn, of gerarde of roussellon, & of dron of nantuell, & of the duk benes of aygremounte, and never none of our lynage thought no treyson / and how have ye doon so that have procured it now / 1agenst your naturell brethern;1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] certes it is a grete fawte to you.'

'Brother,' sayd Reynawd, 'I have more grete pite of you than I have of my owne self / for I have brought you here agenste your wyll; and yf I had beleved you, this myshap had not com to vs. I have brought you here, and I promyse you I shall brynge you agen from hens, wyth goddys grace. Recomende our self to our lorde, and thynke for to deffende vs well, and feere not the dethe for our worshyp; For ones we must deye wythoute faylle. But it is goode [folio] to gete worshyp' / 'Broder,' sayd Richarde, 'shall ye helpe vs?' / 'ye,' sayd Reynawd, 'doubt not therof' / and whan he had that sayd, he torned towarde therles, & sayd to theim / 'fayr lordes, the kyng yon hath sent you wyth vs for to conduyt vs, & under the surete of you we be com here to lese our lyves / And therfor I pray you that wyll helpe vs' / 'Reynawde,' sayd therle of ansom / 'It is not for vs to bargayn here long / but lete vs all flee for to save ourself, & we maye' / thenne sayd Reynawd / 'by my hede, ye be all traytours, and I shall smyte of all your hedes' / 'Broder,' sayd alarde, 'what tary ye soo long, for they be well worthy to deye / sith that they ben traitours.' and whan Reynawde vnderstode that worde of his broder / he set hande to his swerde, & smote therle of ansom so grete a stroke vpon the hede that he cloved hym to the harde teeth, & it was well rayson, for it was he that counseylled this trayson to the kynge yon;

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that was the rewarde that he had for the first / Whan therle of ansom was thus slayn / the other vii began to flee, and Reynawde ran after; but he coude not renne fast; for his mewle was to sore lade of the weyghte of his body / so that the beest fell down under hym / for Reynawde, [le filz aymon, F. orig. m. ii.] to say the trouthe, was 2so bygge made & so grete,2 [2—2 si grant, F. orig, m. ii.] that no horse myghte bere hym but oonly bayarde. For as it is sayd / Reynawde had xvi. fete of lengthe, & was well shape of body after ye gretnes.

Thenne whan Reynawd sawe hymselfe a grounde, he stode vp lightly 3wyth his mewle,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] & sayd / 'Ha, bayarde, my good horse, that I am not on your backe armed of all peces, for, or ever that I sholde be overcom / I sholde sell my deth full dere. Alas, none ought not to complayne my deth, sith that I have purchaced it myself' / 'Broder,' sayd guycharde, 'what shal we doo? here by [be.] our enmyes evyn by vs: Yf ye thynke it good, lete vs adventure to passe over this ryver, & go vpon [folio] that highe roche / and soo we shall maye save our selfe' / 'Goo foole,' 6sayd Reynawde,6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig. m. ii.] 'what saye ye / ye wote well that our mewles myght not renne before the horses / what sholde avaylle vs for to flee, sith that we myght not save ourselfe / Certes I sholde not flee for all ye world / I have lever deye wyth my worshyp / than I sholde lyve wyth grete shame; for he that deyeth in fleynge, his soule shall never be saved.' Thus as Reynawde spake to his broder Richarde, [omitted, F. orig. m. ii.] alarde sayd to hym, 'broder Reynawde, lete vs lighte from our mewlis a fote, & shryve our selfe the one to thother, [Et communions nous de fueilles du boys a celle fin que nous ne foyons surprins de l'enemy, F. orig. m. ii.] to thende that we be not overcom by the devyll.' 'Frende,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye saye well & wysely.' and they dyde as Alarde had devysed /

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And whan they were confessed thone to thother / Reynawd sayd to his bredern, 'Lordes, lete vs doo suche a thyng / wherof we shall gete worshyp, sith it is soo that we maye not scape / lete vs kylle theym that com firste vpon vs / And we shall have avantage vpon thoder; and goddis curse have hym that shal feyne hym selfe.'

Thenne whan Alarde herde Reinawde speke thus / he colled hym wyth his armes, and kyssed hym all wepynge, and sayd to hym / 'Broder, we ben two & two. I praye you that thone faylle not to helpe the other aslong that lyf is in our bodyes.' 'brother,' sayd thother, 'we shall helpe you wyth all our myghte' / and thenne they wente & kyssed Reynawde by grete love. and after, whan they had kyssed eche other / they toke of their mauntelles & wrapped theym aboute their lifte armes / and toke their swerdes in their handes, and beganne to crie, & called their badges & tokens. Reynawde cried 'montalban' / alarde 'saynt nycolas,' guyarde 'balancon' / & ye gentil richarde / 'ardeyn,' whiche was the badge or token of their fader aymon. Whan Foulques of Moryllon sawe the four [folio O.vii.a] sones of Aymon comyng towarde hym all vnarmed / and vpon mewles so boldly / he was all abasshed of it / Thenne he began to crye, and saye, 'Reynawde / Reynawde, ye are come to your dethe; and I promyse you, he that moste loveth you hath betrayed you, that is the kyng Yon / but have pacyence, for I shall set to your necke an halter / Now have you not your horse bayarde / the whiche ye have ryden vpon wrongfully / Now shall be avenged the deth of Berthelot, that ye slewe. [faulcement, F. orig. m. iii. back.] Reynawde, what shall ye doo: wyll ye deffende or yelde you? but your deffence shall be not worthe to you / And yf ye make ony semblaunt to defende your selfe / I shall slee you Incontynente.'

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'Foulques,' sayd Reynawde / 'ye speke well like a beste; and trowe you that I shall yelde me quycke to Charlemagne or to you / I shall first smyte of your hede, and the helme wythall / yf I can retche to you. ye knowe well how my swerde cutteth / By god, Foulques,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye are gretly to be blamed for to have gyven the counseylle for to make vs to be betrayed by the kynge Yon / For it is the fouleste crafte that a knyght may for to doo treyson. But doo as a gentylman oughte to doo / to the ende that men say not that it is treyson, yf ye wyll lete vs goo / we shall be all four redy to become liegemen of the kyng Charlemagne, and I shall gyve you my horse Bayarde / the whiche I gaaf not for all the golde [de Paris, F. orig. m. iii.] in the worlde; and also I shall gyve you ye stronge castell Montalban. and yf the kyng Charlemagne maketh werre agenst you for love of vs / we shall serve you wyth fyve [quatre, F. orig. m. iii.] hundred knyghtes well armed & well horsed ever more / and yf it playse you, ye shall save vs our lyves / And yf ye wyll not doo this / doo a nother thynge that I shall telle you, [pour vous oster de blasme, F. orig. m. iii.] for to kepe you to be not called a traytour / Chese XX [folio O.vii.b] knyghtes of the beste that ye have / and put theym in a felde well armed vpon good horses / & we four shall fyght wyth theym vnarmed as we be, vpon our mewles. And yf your XX. knyghtes well armed & well horsed may overcom me & my bredern, though we have no harnes vpon vs / we pardonne theym our deth; and yf god wyll that we sholde overcom theym / that ye sholde thenne lete vs go free where we wolde / it is that I requyre you, for [pour dieu et pour aulmosne, F. orig. m. iii.] goddys love & for your worshyp, & no more. and yf ye doo not so, ye shall be taken for an ylle knyghte all dayes of your liff' / 'By god, Reynawde,' sayd

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foulques, 'your prechynge shall not avaylle you no thyng / for I have lever to have founde you now in this araye / than that I hadde wonne an 1hundred thousande marke of fyne golde.1 [1—1 mille marcs dor, F. orig. m. iii.] Now is your cosin, the wyse Mawgis, ferre fro you; he can not give you no counseylle at this hour / and also all your folke be well ferre fro you / they shall not gyve you no socours / And also I knowe the goodnes of my men, & that they have promysed the kyng Charlemagne / that they shall not faylle to assayll you worthily.' 'By my feyth,' sayd Reynawde, 'and we shall defende ourselfe also to our power.' Thenne sayd Alarde to Reynawde / 'broder, what ordenaunce shall we kepe?' 'broder,' sayd Reynawd, 'we shall kepe fote two & two. ye & Guycharde shall be behynde, and I & Richarde shall make the forwarde; and lete vs smyte well harde, I praye you: For the tyme is now come that we must nedes doo so / and make we that thynge that shall be lefte in perpetuell memory to them that shall be after vs / sith that by no wyse we maye not scape.' 'Fair broder,' sayd Alarde to Guycharde, 'ye were well deceyved, for that ye trowed that reynawd had betrayed vs / I promyse you he wolde not doo it for all the golde of the worlde.' 'By my feyth,' sayd thenne Guycharde 2to Alarde,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. m. iv. back.] 'I [folio O.viii.a] am now well hole, sith that our dere breder Reynawde shall be to our helpe; for aslonge as he shall be alyve, we shall deffende ourselfe, but not after, for though I myght chose, I wolde not lyve after he were deed.' And whan he had sayed this, they medled theymself among their enmyes. Shortly to speke of, the four sones of Aymon assembled wel agenst thre hundred good knyghtes / But their corages were never the lesse therfore aslonge as they had lyfe in the body, but that they shewed to their

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enmyes a knyghtes face / whan Foulques of moryllon sawe Reynawde com / he spored his horse wyth the spores & bare his speere a lowe, and went & smote Reynawde by the mauntell of scarlet that was aboute his arme so grete a stroke that his spere entred thrughe his thye, & overthrew bothe hym & his mewle to therthe. Whan Alarde sawe that stroke / he cried sore, & sayd, 'alas, we have lost Reynawde our broder, that was all our hope & our socour; now maye we not scape / but that we shall be deed or taken, and it is better that we yelde us prisoners at this tyme, thenne to defende vs ony more / 1For sith it is so, our defence shall helpe vs no thynge agenst so many folke.'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. m. iv. back.] And whan Reynawde vnderstode that worde of his broder, he cried to hym wyth a hie voys, & sayd, 'Fy vpon you, gloton! what is that ye say? I have no harme yet, but I am all hole as ye ben / 1thanked be god1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. m. iv. back.] / and yet shall I selle me full dere or I deye' / And whan Reynawd had sayd this, he rose vp quyckly, & toke the spere wyth bothe his handes / and pulled it out of his thye wyth grete greef / and after set hande to his swerde, And sayd to Foulques of moryllon, 'knyghte, yf ye wyll doo like a good man, lyghte a fote as I am / And ye shall knowe what I canne doo' / Whan Foulques of Moryllon vnderstode hym / he tourned vpon hym sore an-angred / and thoughte [folio O.viii.b] to have smytten hym vpon his hede; but Reynawde drewe a lityl aside, and went & gaaf to Foulques suche a stroke vpon his helme, 3that nother yren nor stele myghte not save hym;3 [3—3 que rien ne le sceust garder, F. orig. m. iv. back.] but that Reynawd clove hym into the harde teeth, and felde hym deed to the erthe / & whan he saw hym falle, he sayd to hym / 'Now vnhappy traytour, that thy soule maye have no pardonne, but goo to the pyt of helle' / And whan he

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had sayd that, he toke the horse of Foulques, that was right good / and light vpon it incontynent; and toke his sheelde and his spere / that Foulques had shoved thrughe his thighe. & thenne he sayd to his bredern / 'Be ye all sure that aslong as I am a lyve ye shall have no harme / but the frenshmen shal saye that they have an yll neyghbour of me.' And wyte it, whan he was on horsbacke, he was not well at ease / by cause that the stiroppes were to short for hym. But he had other thyng to doo / than to make theim lenger. and 1whan he was thus set on horsbacke,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] he made his horse to renne, & helde his spere alowe / and wente & met wyth therle Angenon by suche maner that he put bothe yren and wood thrughe the breste of hym, so that he muste falle doun deed fro the horse to the grounde afore his foote / And after, Reynawde set hande to his swerde, and smote a knyghte suche a stroke that his helme [myhgte, orig.] myghte not save hym, but cleved hym to the teth. What shall I telle you more? Now wyte it that at that tyme Reynawde slewe 1wyth his owne handes1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] four erles / iij dukes, & [onze, F. orig. m. iv.] VI knyghtes / and after he began to crie 'Montalban' wyth a hie voys. And after his crie, he went and smote Roberte the lorde of dygeon, that was sone to the duk of Burgoyne, [si durement, F. orig.] so that the hede with the helme he made it lepe to the grounde. and after he slewe a nother sterke deed / 5that cam to rescue the sayd lorde.5 [5—5 encontre luy en grant angoisse, F. orig. m. iv.]

[folio P.i.a] And whan Reynawde had doon thise noble prowes / he behelde aboute hym / and trowed to have seen his brethern thenne: but he sawe none of theym / wherof he was sore abasshed. 'O god,' sayd he, 'where are my bredern goon, now be they well ferre from me; we shall never com togyder agayn' / And

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than cam there Alarde, that in lyke wyse had wonne a horse / the shelde and the spere, for he had slayne a knyghte / and had taken his horse, but he was sore hurte / Nevertheles he came, and helde syde wyth his broder / 1and Richarde1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. m. iv.] & Guycharde came soone at the other syde / Thenne Alarde sayd to Reynawde / 'Brother, be all sure that we shall never faylle you to the deth' / And whan the four brethern were assembled togyder agayne / they began to make soo grete dystruction of frenshemen, that none durste abyde theym / For all they that they hitte, scaped not the deth / whan the frenshemen sawe this, they were merveylled / and sayd thone to the other / 'By my soule, this passeth all other wounder; I trowe that they ben noo knyghtes, but that they ben devylles / now lete vs make to theym a sawte bothe behynde & before, For yf they lyve longe / they shall doo vs grete hurte' / And whan they were herto accorded, they ran all vpon the four sones of Aymon soo harde that they parted theym, wolde they or not / But Reynawde passed thrughe theym all, and brought hymself oute of the prees, and Alarde after hym / And Rycharde retorned fleenge towarde the roche Mountbron / and Guycharde abode there on fote / for the frenshemen had slayen his mewle vnder hym / and had wounded hym wyth two speres well depe in to the flesshe, & was taken for prysoner; [voulsist ou non, orig. m. iv.] & they bonde hym both hande and fote / and layed hym vpon a lityll horse overhwarte / like as a sacke of corne, soo wounded as he was / and I promyse you men myghte well folow [folio P.i.b] hym bi the trase, by cause of the blode that cam out of his body; and so led hym soo shamfully as that it had be a theef, & went all betyng vpon hym, sayng to hym, that they led him to Charlemagne / the whiche sholde make hym to be hanged, for to avenge

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the dethe of his dere nevew Berthelot, that he loved soo moche / the whiche Reynawde slewe soo shamfully playng at the chesse.

And whan Reynawde sawe that his enmyes led his broder 1Guycharde1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] so shamfully, he wexed almost mad for angre / and called his brother alarde to hym, & sayd / 'Fayr brother, what shall we doo? see how shamfully they fare wyth our broder 1guycharde.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] Yf we suffre theym to bryng hym forth of this facyon / we shall never have worshyp in our dayes' / 'Brother,' sayd alarde, 'I wote not what we maye best doo, for to abide, or for to goo to theym / For I telle you that we be no moo but two, and they be so grete nombre [nonbre in Caxton.] of folke that we can doo no thynge agenste theym' / 'O god,' sayd Reinawde, 'what shall I doo yf the kyng Charlemagne make my brother to be hanged / I shall never be at my hertes ease / nor I shall never com to no court, but men shall poynte me wyth the fynger / and shall say: "see, yonder is the sone of Aymon, that lete his brother to be hanged to the pyn tre of Mountfacon / and he durst not socour hym." Certes,' sayd Reynawde to alarde / 'broder, I had lever deye firste / but yf I sholde rescue our brother fro deth.' 'Broder,' sayd alarde, 'now set yourselfe afore, and I shall folowe you, & after my power I wyll helpe you to rescue hym' / and whan Reynawde herde that, he caste his shelde behynde hym / and habandouned his body all boldly as a lyon, and cared not how the game sholde goo; for ye sawe never wood men hewe in a forest, nor make so [se, orig.] grete noyse as Reynawde made wyth his swerde amonge his enmyes, [folio P.ii.a] for he cutted and hewed legges and armes by suche wyse 5that no man sholde beleve it / but they that see it.5 [5—5 que cest chose Increable, F. orig. m. v.] Thus made Reynawde

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at that tyme that the frenshemen must nedes make hym waye to passe, whether they wolde or noo. And many made hym waye for the love of Ogier / for they knewe well that the four sones of aymon were his cosins. and whan Reynawde was passed, he sayd to theym that led 1his brother1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] guycharde, 'Lete goo the knyghte, ye yll folkes, for ye be not worthy to touche hym' / and whan they that ledded guycharde sawe com Reynawde / they were sore afrayed, that they put theym selfe to flighte, & lefte Guycharde free, & sayd the one to the other, 'Here cometh the ende of the worlde' / and whan Reynawde sawe that they fled, he sayd to alarde, 'Goo ye, fayr brother, and vnbynde guycharde 1our brother,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] and sette hym vpon this horse / and gyve hym a spere in his hande, and com after me, for the traytours ben discomfited.' 'Brother,' sayd alarde, 'I shall goo where it playse you / but I telle you yf we parte one from thother, we shall never come togider agen / seenge that we be so fewe & so yll armed / but lete vs kepe togyder / and helpe thone the other' / 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye saye well & wysely; and we shall doo it.' And thenne they wente bothe togyder to Guycharde / and vnbounde hym / and made hym mounte on horsbacke, the shelde at the necke, and the spere in the hande / Now goo there [the] thre brethern togyder / and the fourthe fyghteth agenste a grete nombre of folke / that was the valyaunt Rycharde / that was the mooste worthy of all 1after his brother Reynawde.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] But men had slayne his mewle vnder hym / and was wounded ryght sore. But he had slayn fyve erles / and well xiiii. knightes [knihtes in Caxton.] / wherof he was soo sore traveylled / and soo wery, that he myghte not almoste deffende hym selfe no more, but went [folio P.ii.b] rounde aboute the roche / And thenne cam Gerarde of Valcome,

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that was cosyn to Foulques of morillon / the whiche he had founde deed, wherof he made grete sorowe / and sayd / 'Ha, gentyll knyghte, it is grete dommage of your dethe. Certes, he that hath broughte you to this deth is not my frende. Now shall I avenge me yf I maye.' and thenne he came to the roche. And whan he saw Richarde in soo grete greef, he spored his horse wyth his spores, and bare his spere alowe, and smote Richarde thorughe the mauntell of scarlet / that he had wrapped aboute his lyfte [omitted, F. orig.] arme soo harde, that the spere entred ferre in his body, soo moche that he brought hym to the erthe / and as he drewe his spere agayne / the guttes of Richarde came oute of the body in to his lappe; and the wounde was soo grete that the lyver and the lounges appyered. Thenne beganne Gerarde to crye / 'Now are dyscoupled the foure sones of Aymon, for I have slayne Richarde the hardy fyghter; all the other shall sone be slayne or taken / yf god gyve me helthe. And I shall brynge theym to the kynge Charlemagne / 2that shall make theym to be hanged atte Muntfacon, as sone as he hath theym.'2 [2—2 qui les mectra a montfacon, F. orig. m. vi. back.]

Thenne whan Rycharde was come a lityll to his ease, he rose vp quyckely vpon his feete / and toke his bowelles wyth both his handes and put theym agayn in to his bely; and after set hande to his swerde, and came to Gerarde, and sayd to hym in grete angre / 'Thou cursed man, thou shalte have thy rewarde anone for that ye have doon to me. For, certes, it shall not be vmbrayed to Reynawde that ye have slayne his brother.' And whan he had sayd thus, he smote Gerarde thrughe the quyras / and thorughe the shelde, soo grete a stroke / that he hewed the sholdre and the arme wyth all from the body,

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& felled hym doun deed to the erthe [folio P.iii.a] afore his feete / and thenne sayd to hym / 'Certes, Gerarde, it had be better for you that ye had not come hitherwarde / for to the kynge Charlemagne / Now shall ye not bere your boste that ye have slayne one of the foure sones of Aymon.' And whan he had sayd that, he felle doun in a swoune; and whan he was come agayne to hym selfe / he beganne to wysshe after his bretherne, 2and complayned theym sore,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. m. vi.] saynge, 'O Reynawde, fayr brother, this daye shall departe our company, For I shall never see you, nor ye me / O castell of Mountalban, I comende [comeude in Caxton.] the to god, that he wyll by his mercy and pyte brynge agayne your lorde sauff and sounde of his body / Ha, kynge Yon of Gascoyn / Why have ye betrayed us / and taken vs to the kynge Charlemagne / certes, ye dede therin grete synne / 2and a shamfull fawte.'2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. m. vi.] and after, he sayd all wepynge / 'O fader, kynge of glory / and lorde of all the worlde / socoure this daye my power bredern, For I wote not where they ben; nor of me they maye have nother helpe nor socours, for I am all redy for to deye.'

Now shall I telle you of Reynawde, of Alarde / and of Guycharde, that faughte strongely agenste theyr enmyes, as worthy knyghtes that they were. But all theyr grete fayttes of armes sholde avaylled theym noo thynge [... quilz ne fussent ou mors ou prins .., F. orig. m. vi.] yf they had not come to a narow waye of the roche / where men myghte not come to theym but afore. And whan they had be longe there / Reynawd beganne to saye to his brother Alarde / 'Brother, where is become our brother [brether in Caxton.] Richarde, that we sawe not of a goode while agoo. Now thynke none other but that we shall never see hym / For I lefte hym here by this sapyn tre, whan ye and I

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had soo moche adoo. I praye god, yf he be deed, that he have his soule / Now [folio P.iii.b] I wyll wyte tidynges of hym yf it be possyble' / 'Brother,' [Sire, F. orig. m. vi.] sayd alarde, 'yf ye wylle beleve me, ye shall abyde here / god pardonne hym yf he be deed, For we may not helpe hym, the parylle is to grete / And I beleve that we sholde deye afore that evyn were come' / 'Ha, brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'shall we faylle to our brother Rycharde, the goode knyghte and worthy.' 'Thenne,' sayd Alarde / 'what wyll ye that we shall doo therto / For as to me, I knowe no remedye to it' / 'Alas,' sayd Reynawde / 'ye speke folysly / For I sholde not doubte for fere of dethe to wyte where he is become / And yf I sholde goo alone / yet shall I vnderstonde some tydynges of hym.' 'Brother,' sayd Alarde / 'I promyse you / yf we departe thone from the other, we shall never see vs agayne togyder.' 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'other deed or all quycke I shall fynde hym, where soo ever he be / it maye none other be' / And whan Reynawde had sayd thise wordes / he spored his horse with his spores / and came atte the other side of the roche / And whan they that had chased Rycharde there for to slee hym / sawe Reynawde [et ses aultre deux freres .... F. orig. m. vii. back.] come / they smote theym selfe to flyghte. And thenne Reynawde wente a lityll more vpwarde vpon the roche, and founde there his broder Rycharde, that laye nyghe deed vpon the grounde, and helde his bowelles bytwene his handes; and aboute hym were a grete nombre of folke whyche he had slayne. Whan Reynawde sawe hym deed, and soo sore wounded / he had of it soo grete sorowe at his herte that almoste he felle doun deed to the grounde / But he toke corage, and came nyghe his brother / and lyghted doun from his horse, and kyssed hym sore wepynge, and sayd / 'Ha, fayre brother / It is grete

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pyte and dommage of you / and of your dethe / For, certes, never man was worthe you; for yf ye had [folio P.iv.a] come to mannys age / never Rowlande nor Olyver were so prue in knyghthode / as ye sholde have be. Alas, now is loste our beaulte and our yougthe thorughe grete synne / O, goode lorde / who sholde ever a thoughte that ony treason sholde have entred [... dedens ung si noble cueur comme du roy jon, F. orig. m. vii. back.] in to the herte of the kynge Yon / Alas, my brother Richarde, woo is me for your dethe / For I am cause of it / Alas, this daye in the mornynge, whan we departed oute of Mountalban we were four bretherne, all good knyghtes. Now are we but thre, that ben worthe noo thynge, for we ben peryllously wounded, and all vnarmed. Now god forbede that I sholde scape, syth that ye be deed 3vpon the traytours.3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig.] But I praye god that I maye venge your deth vpon [les traictres, F. orig. m. vii. back.] theym or ever I deceasse / For I shall sette therto my gode wylle; and yf god wyll, it shall be soo.' Evyn thus as Reynawde made mone over his brother / he behelde behynde hym, and sawe come his brethern Alarde & Guycharde, all dyscomfyted / that cryed vpon Reynawde, 'Brother, what doo you / come anone and helpe vs / for we have grete nede' / And whan Richarde herde the voys of Alarde / he opened his eyen. and whan he sawe his brother Reynawde afore hym, he sayd to hym / 'O, brother Reynawd, and what doo you here / see ye yonder that roche, whiche is soo highe and so stronge / where as ben many smalle stones above; yf we myghte doo soo moche that we clymed vp there / I beleve that we sholde be sauf from our enmyes, for it can not be but our cosyn mawgys knoweth our dysease by this / and he shall come to socour vs.' 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'wolde god we were there. Now telle me,

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my fayr broder / how fele your selfe; thynke ye that ye maye recovere helthe?' 'Ye,' sayd Richarde, 'yf ye scape, and elles not; for wyth the sore that I have I myghte well deye 1for sorowe.'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.]

[folio P.iv.b] And whan Reynawde herd Rycharde speke thus, he was ryght glad of it. Soo called he Alarde to hym / and sayd, 'brother, take Richarde vpon your shelde, and lede hym vpon the roche / and Guycharde and I shall rowme the waye afore you.' 'Brother,' sayd Alarde, 'doubte not / I shall doo my power.' And thenne he lyghted doun, and toke vp Rycharde and layd hym vpon his sheelde; and after he lyghted agayne on horsbacke. and Reynawde and Guycharde leyd hym wyth his broder vpon the horse necke / And after put theym selfe a fore to breke the preesse of the frenshemen. And they dyde so moche that they came to the roche / But wyte it well that Reynawde made there soo grete fayttes of armes that all his enmyes were sore merveylled wyth all. For he slew at that tyme well thirty knyghtes / that never wylde bore, nor tygre, nor lyon / nor bere, dyde that Reynawde made there of his body / But, for to saye the trouthe, Reynawde setted noughte by his lyffe, and ieoparded hym selfe all togyder / for he was as a man dysperate / And whan they were come to the roche, Alarde set doun his brother Richarde to the erthe / and beganne to deffende quyckely. but I wote not how they myghte endure / for they had nother castell nor fortresse / but onely the roche.

Alle thus as the thre bretherne deffended theym selfe wyth grete woo, Thenne came there Ogyer the dane and his folke / And had in his company Magōn of Fryse, wyth well a thousande knyghtes, and cryed vpon Reynawde, 'Certes, knyghte, ye shall be deed / we have sworne your dethe. This daye is

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the departynge that ye and your bretherne shall suffre dethe / Ye dyde as fooles [folio P.v.a] whan ye belived the kynge Yon, For he hath put you all to dethe.' Whan Alarde sawe soo grete folke come / he was sore an angred / and sayd to Guycharde, 'See how grete a sorowe is here afore vs, and the grete nombre of folke that ben redy for to slee vs four knyghtes. Certes, yf we were fyve hundred well armed / yet sholde not we scape / For they ben well armed, and a grete quantyte of knyghtes' / 'Surely,' sayd Guycharde, 'here is a mervelouse company / 2but yf god helpe vs now,2 [2—2 Si daventure dieu ne pense de nous ... F. orig. m. viii. back.] we ben come to the ende of our dayes / It is noo grete dommage of me nother of Rycharde / but the grete dommage is of Reynawde, that is the best knyghte of the worlde' / And whan Alarde and Guycharde had spoken togyder, they wente to Reynawde and kyssed hym, full sore wepynge, and sayd to hym / 'O, brother Reynawde, gyve vs a gyfte yf it playse you, for the love of our lorde god.' 'Lordes,' sayd Reynawde, 'what thynge aske you of me? ye knowe well ynoughe that I canne not helpe you of noo thynge. And this daye muste I nedes see you deye byfore my eyen.'

'Brother,' sayd Alarde, 'herke what we wyll telle you, and yf it playse you ye shall doo it' / 'Sey on, hardely,' sayd Reynawde. 'Brother,' sayd Alarde, 'men sayon comynly that it is better to doo one harme than two / I saye this, by cause that yf ye deye here, it shall be grete dommage, And the loss shall never be recovered agayne. For none shall avenge your dethe / But thoughe we deye here and not you / it shall be noo grete dommage / For ye shall avenge vs well. And therefore we praye you, swete brother, 3for all the playsures that ye wolde doo ever to vs;3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. m. viii.] that ye wyll goo

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your wayes / and we shall abyde here. And whan the [folio P.v.b] dethe shall come, we shall take it a worthe / This that we saye ye maye well doo; For ye be well horsed / and ye shall well save your selfe mawgre the frenshemen, yf they [vous, F. orig. m. viii.] goo to Mountalban. And whan ye be at Mountalban / lyghte vpon Bayarde well armed / and brynge anone wyth you our cosyn Mawgys for to socoure vs' / 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde / 'ye speke to folyshly. Certes, I wolde not doo so for all the golde of the worlde. I sholde be sore badde and full vnkynde yf I dyde soo / 3For I cowde not spylle my selfe sooner3 [3—3 Car je ne me pourroye myeulx honnir .. F. orig. m. viii.] than for to leve you in soo grete perylle. Other we shall all scape, or elles we shall all deye togyder / For the one shall not fayll the other as longe as we maye lyve / Now god that suffred deth and passyon [par mortelle trahison, F. orig. m. viii.] save vs!' Thus, as Reynawde spake to hys bretherne, came the erle Guymarde / to whom god gyve evyll adventure, and sayd to Reynawde / 'knyghte, ye be take / and ye muste deye wyth shame vpon this roche / Whan ye beleved the kynge yon, ye dyde grete foly. He wrought grete trayson whan he dyd sell you to the kyng Charlemagne, that hateth you soo moche / For ye loved hym more than ye dyde your cosyn Mawgys / He hath well rewarded you for the grete love 5that ye oughte to hym.5 [5—5 qui a luy avies, F. orig. m. viii.] Telle me, Reynawde, [omitted, F. orig.] whether ye wyll yelde you or deffende you?' 'Certes,' sayd Reynawde, 'now speke ye for noughte / I shall never yelde me as longe as I am man a lyve' / 'Reynawde,' sayd thenne Ogyer, 'what wyll ye doo? We canne not helpe you of noo thyng; other gyve yourselfe vp, or deffende your selfe.' 'Ogyer,' sayd Reynawde, [par celluy dieu ... F. orig. m. viii.] 'by hym that made the worlde, I shall never yelde me. I was never noo

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theef, & therfore wyll I not be hanged / I have lever deie lyke a knyght, than to hange [folio] lyke a theeff.' 'Lordes,' sayd Guymarde, 'lete vs sawte theym / For they shall not [be able.] may kepe longe agenste vs' / 'Lordes,' sayd Ogyer, 'ye maye well sawte theym yf ye wyll / but by my soule I shall doo theym no thyng, For they ben my cosyns, nor I shall not helpe theym / For ye shall take theym well wythoute me' / 'Certes,' sayd the frenshe men, 'we shall thenne assaylle theym worthyly' / Thenne Ogyer drew hym selfe and all his folke a side, well the lengthe of a bowe shot, And beganne to make soo grete a sorowe as thoughe all the worlde had fynysshed a fore his eyen; and all his sorowe was for Reynawde his cosyn / and for his bretherne / And thus as he made his mone, be beganne for to saye / 'Ha, fayr cosyn Reynawde, it is grete pyte of your dethe; And I, vnhappy man, that am of your kyn, suffre you to deye afore myn eyen / And yet I canne not helpe you / For I have promysed it to Charlemagne / nor I oughte not or to breke myn othe.' But the history telleth that [Ogier se faignit celluy jour grandement, F. orig. n. i. back.] Ogyer duange hym [seffe in Caxton.] selfe gretly that daye / And thorughe his purchace the four sones of Aymon scaped [tant quilz ne furent mye prins, F. orig. n. i. back.] / For yf he wolde have put peyne to it, they sholde not have scaped by no maner / But as men sayen, 'true blood may not lye.'

Byfore the roche were four erles / for to sawte the four sones of Aymon, and made theym moche adoo; For theyr folke sawted theym in four partyes. Wherof Reynaude kepte the two partes / and Alarde and guycharde kepte the other tweyne / For Rycharde laye doun vpon the erthe sore wounded / as I tolde you a fore / And yet was Guycharde [alart, F. orig. n. i. back.] wounded sore

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thrughe the thye / wherof he had bled soo longe that he was feynte / and felle doun to the erthe. [folio] And whan he sawe that he myghte noo more deffende, he beganne to call 2vpon Reynawde,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig.] and sayd / 'Ha, Reynawde, fayr brother / Lete vs yelde vs, I praye you / for I nor Richarde maye noo more helpe you' / 'Brother,' sayd Reynawde, 'what saye you, now shew ye well that ye be ferdfull; but I lete you wyte / that yf I trowed to scape other for golde or for sylver / or for cyte, or for castelles / or for my horse Bayarde that I love soo muche / I shold have yelde me prisoner to day in the mornynge. For ye wote well, 3that yf we ben take, all the golde of the worlde save vs not from hangyng / or som other shamfull dethe:3 [3—3 que tout le monde ne nous pourroit eschapper de mort se Charlemaigne nous peut tenir, F. orig. n. i. back.] And therfore I wyll not yelde me by noo maner of wyse / A man that wyll be valyaunte oughte to deffende hym selfe for to be hole' / 'Ha, Richarde, [alart, F. orig.] socoure vs for the love of Ihesus / for we have well mystre. We ben nother normans nor bretons / but we ben all of one fader and of one moder / Now oughte we well to helpe eche other wyth all our power for our worship; for otherwyse men shold saye that we ben bastardes, and of an ylle fader.' 'Ye saye trouth,' sayd Guycharde [alart, F. orig.] / But ye wolde not beleve how feble I am, for I am wounded to the deth.' 'Certes,' sayd Reynawde, 'I am sory for it / but I shall deffende you as longe as lyffe is in my body.' Who had seen thenne the noble knyghte Reynawde take vp the grete stones, and caste theym vpon hys enmyes, ye wolde not have sayd that he had not be wounded nor traveylled of noo thyng / Whan Rycharde that lay a grounde thus wounded, as I have tolde you above, sawe and herde the grete noyse that they that sawted the roche made, he toke up his hede,

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and sayd to Reynawde, 'Brother, I shall helpe you; But cutte me some of my sherte, and I shall bynde my syde and wounde soo that my bowelles maye not yssue oute of my bely / And thenne I shalle sette me [folio P.vii.a] to my deffence and shall helpe you wyth all my herte' / Thenne sayd Reynawde, 'Now arte thou well worth a true man' / And whan Guycharde vnderstode hym, he was ashamed / and toke agayne strengthe in hym beyonde his power, and came to the deffence / 2and sayd wyth a hyghe voys, 'Ogyer,2 [2—2 et dist a Ogier, F. orig. n. i.] Fayr cosyn, what doo you to your lynage? Certes, it shall be a grete shame to you yf ye socoure vs not / for the fawte that ye doo to vs shall be layd vnto you in every place where ye goo, to lete vs deye thus, we that ben your kynnes men / the beste of all the worlde / Save Reynawde, and ye shall doo lyke a true man. And as for vs other / it maketh nother lesse nor more' / Whan Ogyer vnderstode thise wordes / he was sory for it / that noo man myghte more / and wolde have gyven a grete thynge to have delyvered theym, And sayd that he wolde doo wyth all his herte all that he myghte doo for theym / And thenne Oger spored brayforde wyth his spores / & came to the roche wyth a staff in his hande, And sayd to theym that sawted the roche, 'wythdrawe yourselfe a lityll tyll I have spoken wyth theym a lytyll, for to wyte whether they wyll gyve theymselfe vp or noo / For it is better that we have theym quycke than deed.' 'Syre,' sayd the frenshemen, 'we shall doo [dooo in Caxton.] your commaundemente; But we leve theym wyth you to kepe in the name of the kynge Charlemagne.' 'Ha, god,' sayd Ogyer, 'I never thoughte trayson / nor I shall not begynne yet' / And thenne he came more nyghe the roche than he had be, and called to hym the foure sones of Aymon / and

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sayd to them, 'Fayre cosyn, rest you, and take agayn you[r] brethe / and yf ye ben hurte, wrappe vp your woundes / And make good garnyssheng of stones / and so defende yourself nobly of all your [folio P.vii.b] powre; For yf the kynge Charlemagne maye have you, ye shall never have pardonne; but he shall make you to be hanged and strangeled / And therfore ye muste nedes kepe your selfe well. For I promyse you, yf Mawgys knowe of it, he shall come to socoure you / thus shall ye scape, and other wyse not.' 'Cosyn,' sayd Alarde, 'ye shall have of it a goode rewarde / yf ever we may scape.' 'Ye saye true,' sayd Reynawde; 'For yf I maye scape, by god that suffred deth and passyon for vs vpon the crosse / all the golde of the worlde shall not save hym / but I shall slee hym wyth my owne handes / For I hate hym moche more than I doo a straunger; For he that sholde deffende and helpe me agenste all men, It is he that dooth me harme.' 'Cosyn,' sayd Ogyer, 'I maye not doo therto, so helpe god my soule / For the kyng Charlemagne made me swere afore all his barons that I sholde not helpe you in noo maner of wyse. And of this that I doo / I am sure that the kynge Charlemagne shall conne me noo thanke' / 'Brother,' sayd Alarde, 'Ogyer telleth you trouth.' And also it was well trouth that ogyer was repreved therof for treyson; For Charlemagne called hym traytour afore all his barons. Thenne Reynaude bonde the woundes of his bretherne as well as he cowde / But the wounde of Rycharde was soo greefull to see, that it was pyte to beholde / For / all the entraylles appyered oute of his body / And whan he had lapped theym all, Alarde wrapped the wounde that Reynaude had in the thye / And whan they had reste theymselfe a lityll / Reynawde stode vp and wente vpon the roche for to gader stones to deffende theym selfe. And garnysshed therwyth

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their deffence where [folio P.viii.a] hys bretherne sholde stande. Whan the frenshemen sawe that Ogyer, the dane, made there to long a soiournyng, they beganne all to calle and crye / 'Ogyer, ye make there to longe a sermon, telle vs yf they wyll yelde theym or noo / or yf they shall deffende theym selfe.' 'Naye,' sayd Ogyer, 'as long as they have lyffe in theyr bodyes' / 'By my soule,' sayd the frenshemen, 'thenne goo we sawte theym efte agayne.' 'Thenne,' sayd Ogyer, 'I promyse you, I shall helpe theym with all my power.' Whan therle Guymarde herde Ogyer speke soo, he wente to hym, and sayd / 'We commaunde you in the kynges name of Fraunce, that ye come to the batayll wyth vs, agenste the four sones of Aymon / As ye have promysed and sworne / and for doubte of you many a lorde is here in our companye that wyll not fyghte' / 'Lordes,' sayd Ogyer, 'for god mercy / ye knowe all redy they ben my cosyns germayne / I praye you lete vs wythdrawe ourselfe abacke, and lete theym be in peas; and I shall gyve eche of you large goodes.' 'Ogyer,' sayd the frenshemen / 'we shall not doo soo, but we shall brynge theym prisoners to the kynge Charlemagne that shall doo wyth theym his playsure / and also we shall telle hym what ye have doon. Whereof / he shall conne you lytyll thanke all his lyff.' And after whan Ogyer vnderstode thise wordes, he was sore an angred / and sayd by grete wrathe, 'By the feyth that I owe to all my frondes, yf there be ony of you soo hardy that take Reynawde or ony of his bredern for to delyver theym to kynge charlemagne I shall smyte of his hede, what somever come after it.' 'Ogier,' sayd the erle Guymarde, 'we shall not leve therfore, for to take theym ryght shortly / And whan we have theym / we shall see who shall take theym from us / [folio P.viii.b] for we shall well conne shewe this to the kyng Charlemagne.'

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And thenne they began to sawte the roche agen. Wyte it that Reynawde & his bretherne deffended theym selfe full nobly. But whan Reynaude sawe this grete multytude of folke that cam for to sawte theym / he beganne to saye / 'Ha, Mawgis, my fayr cosin / where are ye now that ye knowe not this myshap, for ye wolde come anone to helpe vs, but ye knowe it not; wherof I am evyll contente / For I was a foole and over hasty that I spake not to you of this matere afore that I cam here / Ha, bayarde, yf I were vpon your backe / I sholde never entre wythin this roche, for fere of the frenshemen. But the kynge Charlemagne sholde lose here of the beste knyghtes of his company.' and whan he had sayd thys, he beganne to wepe full tendrely for the love of his bretherne, that he sawe soo sore wounded & soo wery / Thenne the frenshemen sawted theym efte as stronge agayn; and I promyse you yf it had not be the grete prowes of reynawd they sholde have ben taken at that tyme by fyne force. Whan the sawtynge was fynysshed / Reynawd set hymself vpon his deffence; for he was so wery, that yf he had goon he sholde have fallen doun to the erthe, soo weke he was, and that was noo merveylle, for they had soo sore traveylled hym / and had suffred soo many tormentes & terrible sawtes that it was wonder they [they repeated in text.] cowde endure soo longe.

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though [folio Q.i.a] I sholde lose my liffe' / 'gramercy,' sayd Ogyer / 'Now shall I tell you what I wyl that ye do. Take wyth you XL. knyghtes of the best of my felawshyp / and goo lightly to the mount Hosy / and kepe your selfe thervpon / and beholde towarde Mountalban all the ryght waye that noo body come but ye see hym / For yf Mawgys maye wyte by ony waye the mysfortune of his cosins, I promyse you that he wyll come to socoure theym, and shall gyve vs moche a doo, soo that ye moste hardy shall be sore afrayed' / 'Sire,' sayd gerarde, 'this that ye have sayd shall be well doon' / and thenne he toke XL of ye best knyghtes of his company, and went to the mount Hosy; where they made not well theyr watche for the prouffyte of the frenshemen / Ye oughte here to wyte that Ogyer founde this manere to sende his men forth, but oonly that Reynawde & his brethern sholde not have a doo wyth soo many folke; and thoughte not of that that happed. ¶ But now leveth here the history, to speke of the foure sones of Aymon that were in the roche Mountbron. And also leveht to speke of Ogyer the dane, and of thother folke that Charlemagne had sent / and retorneth to speke of Godarde the secretary of the kyng Yon, that had red the lettres, where the trayson was conteyned all playnly /


¶ Howe after that Godarde the secretary of the kynge yon had rehersed all the treyson to Mawgys / that the kynge yon had doon to his cosins [la quelle Il scauoit bien au long car Il auoit leues les lectres du roy charlemaigne et escripte la responce que le roy yon luy auoit surce faicte, F. orig. n. iii.] / Mawgis brought suche a

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socoures to Reynawde & to his brethern, that he saved theym fro deth by his grete wysdom /

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Now sheweth the history, that whan Godarde sawe Reynawde & his brethern goo to their deth thorughe soo false a trayson / he had of it grete sorowe & pyte, and he was ryght sory for it / for two pryncypall causes / [folio Q.i.b] wherof thone was for his mayster, the kynge yon, that had wroughte that shamfull treyson / And thother was for the grete pyte & dommage that it was for to make deye so pyetously suche worthy knyghtes as the four sones of Aymon were / So began he to wepe pyetously; and thus as he wept, came there Mawgys, the cosin of the four sones of Aymon, that went to the kechyn for to haste the mete / for the kyng you wold ete, to the whiche men made good chere, bicause thei knewe not the trayson that he had doon / Whan the clerke sawe Mawgys, he called hym / and sayd to hym / 'Ha, mawgys, how it is yll wyth you / for yf god put noo remedy in you, ye have loste that thynge that ye moost love in this worlde, that is Reynawde & his brethern / for the kyng yon hath betrayed theim shamfully.' And thenne he shewed to hym all the trayson. whan Mawgis vnderstode thise wordes, he was all oute of his wyttes, & sayd to the clerke, 'Godarde, for god goo away fro me / for all my lymmes shaken for angre, nor I can not stande vpon my feet, for my herte telleth me that Reynawde & his brethern ben deed.' 'Certes,' sayd Godarde, 'ye saye trouth / For [Fer in Caxton.] the lettre sheweth that Ogier the dane & Foulques of morillon are set in a bushement [a tout deux mille cheualliers bien armez, F. orig. n. iv. back.] wyth a grete nombre of folke in the playne of Valcolours / and Reynawde &

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his brethern are goon thyder all vnarmed by the counseylle of kyng yon / and thus they can not defende / but they muste be deed or taken.' Whan Mawgys vnderstode this, he was sory for it, that he felle doun in a swoune to therthe / and atte the fallyng that he made, he brake all his browes. and whan he was come agen to hymselfe, he was so sory that he wyste not what he sholde doo / So toke he a knyff, and wolde have shoved it in his breste / but he myghte not / for Godarde toke hym by the handes, and sayd to hym / 'Ha, gentyll knyghte, [folio Q.ii.a] have mercy vpon you / kylle not yourself / for your soule shal be dampned for it; but light a horsbacke, & take wyth you all the men of armes that ben wythin, and the good horse bayarde, that renneth so fast / and goo there as your cosins ben goon assone as ye may: and whan ye come there, ye shall see anoone yf ye can helpe theym or not; for yf thei ben alyve, ye shall socoure theim ryght well' / 'Godarde,' [Sire, F. orig. n. iv. back.] sayd Mawgis, 'your counseylle is right good.' and thenne he began to wepe, and sayd / 'Ha, noble knyghte Reynawde, it is grete dommage yf ye be deed / but I make my vow to god, that yf ye & your brethern be deed, I shall never lyve two dayes after you' / And thenne Mawgis, wythout ony noyse or [or repeated in text. ony worde to be made of this to the kyng yon, nor his suster, the wyff of Reynawde / commaunded all the souldyou[r]es of the castell to be redy in armes lightly. and whan the knyghtes vnderstode hym, they toke their harneys on Incontynent, as they were wount to doo / And whan they were all armed, they cam all to the loweste parte of the palays & presented theymselfe; and whan Mawgys sawe theym, he shewed vnto theim all the ]

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traison that the kyng Yon of Gascoyn had doon to Reinawde and to his bretherne.

Thenne whan ye knyghtes of Reynawd vnderstode this, thei began to make suche sorowe that it was pyte for to see, and wysshed after the noble knyghtes that were gon to their deth / 1and were so disperat that thei wolde almost have kylled theimself1 [1—1 et a peu quilz ne se desesperent ... F. orig. n. iv. back.] / For thone wysshed after Reynawde, & ye other after Alarde, [Guichart, F. orig.] thother after Guychard, & thother after Richarde, and sayd, 'Ha, valyant & pru knyghtes, it is grete dommage of your deth, for certenly all the world shall be the worse therfore / Alas, & who shall gyve vs now the fair armes & the good horses that ye were wount to gyve vs?' thus [folio Q.ii.b] as thei were makyng this grete sorow / mawgys sayd to ye palfreynyer that kept bayerde / 'frende, goo & set the sadell vpon bayerde, and I shall bryng hym to Reynawde' / 'syr,' sayd ye palfrenyer / 'I may not doo it / for Reynawde 4my maister4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. n. iv.] commaunded me whan he went, that I shold not suffre no body to lighte vpon it tyll he were com agen' / whan mawgis vnderstode thanswere of the palfrenyer, he was wroth / and smote hym wyth hys fiste so grete a stroke that he cast hym [Sur ses genoulx, F. orig. n. iv.] at his fote afore hym, & after went hymself to the stable where bayerde was / whan bayard sawe Mawgis, he began to shrynke his eeres, & smote wyth his forfete so strong that no body durst goo nyghe hym / [fors que Regnault ou le palefrenier, F. orig. n. iv.] but the palfrenyer that tended vpon hym. and whan mawgis sawe that bayerde played so, he toke a staffe & smote bayard vpon the hede so that he made him knele to the erth. and whan bayerd sawe he was so curstly dealed wythall / he was a ferde lest he shold be yet more shreudely handlyd, & so he helde hymselfe styll / and mawgis caste the sadel vpon hym, & brydled

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hym. [puis se arma et monta dessus bayart, F. orig. n. iv.] And wyte it, that whan mawgis was vpon bayardis backe, he was well like a valyaunte man 2& a hardy knyghte,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. n. iv.] for he was one of the fayrest knyghtes of the world, & one of the best / and the moost subtyl of the worlde. And whan mawgys & all his folke were 2all redy a horsbacke2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. n. iv.] well armed / thei went out ate the gate fawcon. And they myght well be a boute V. thousande men well horsed & well armed, and vii hundred good archers, that never wolde goo backe for noo doubte of deth by ony maner / 3and they set theymself to the waye / not by the right waye / but3 [3—3 Et se mirent a la voye hors le chemin, F. orig. n. iv.] went thorughe the wode [de la serpente, F. orig. n. iv.] all a coverte wyth grete dyligence / And all wayes mawgys wente wysshynge after Reynawd and after his brethern, for he wyst not yf they were deed or a lyve / and sayd to hymselfe, 'Ha, Reynawde, [le filz aymon, F. orig. n. iv.] god be this day wyth [folio Q.iii.a] you / and kepe you 7& your bredern7 [7—7 omitted, F. orig. n. iv.] fro dethe & fro prison! But now yf the frenshemen kepe not theymself well / they shal have suche a neyghbour & so cruell that thei shalle soone wery of it, & shall sore repent' / Now shall we leve to speke of maugis, that brought socours to Reynawde to the playn of Valcolours. and we shall shewe of Reynawde & of his brethern, that were at roche montbron full of woo & sori, for thei saw theymself in grete peryll / All thus as Reynawde dyde reste hymself vpon the defence of the roche, & thought in hym selfe what he myght doo / he torned his sight towarde the wood, [de la serpente, F. orig. n. iv.] & sawe come mawgis wyth his folke, the shelde at the necke, the swerd in the hande, & mounted vpon bayerde. wyte it that bayarde went not the lityll pase, but went lyke a sualowe / for at every lepe that he made, he lept xxx fote of grounde / and whan Reynawde

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sawe mawgys com wyth so grete folke & so fayr a company, all his body shevered all sodenly for grete ioye / and forgate all the grete sorowe & tormente that he had suffred all the daye, & sayd to his bredern / 'Bredern, 1be mery, &1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. n. iv.] be not dysmayed of no thyng, for here cometh mawgis for to socour vs 1wyth a grete nombre of folke;1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. n. iv.] now he sheweth well that he is our kynsman & a good frende: blessed be he of god that hath tolde hym the daunger that we were in' / 'Brother,' sayd alarde, 'is it trouth that we shall have helpe anone?' 'Ye,' sayd Reynawde, 'by the feyth that I owe to you.' 'Certes,' sayd alarde, 'now complayne I not' / and whan Rycharde, that laye with his boweles betwene his handes, vnderstode this word, hym semed that he dremed this that he herde whiche his brethern sayd / for he was all redy brought as one that had loste hys brayne / by cause of the grete sore that he felte, and forced hymself so that he righted hymself vpon his buttocke, but it was wyth grete peyn / & sayd to his broder, 'Reynawde, me [folio Q.iii.b] semeth that I have herde named mawgis, or elles it is come to me by a vision' / 'broder,' sayd Reynawd, 'by my feyth we have socours of mawgis, that bryngeth to vs all the power of montalban' / 'Broder,' sayd Rycharde, 'for god, shewe me hym!' And thenne Reynawde toke hym vp bitwene his armes, & shewed hym mawgis, that cam ridyng vpon bayarde as faste as tempest. whan Richard saw mawgis he was so glad that he fell in a swoune bytwene his broders armes. and whan he was com agen to hymself, he sayd, 'Now am I hole, for I fele nother yll nor sore' / 'Brother Reynawde,' sayd alarde, 'what shall we doo? For yf the frenshemen perceyve the comyng of mawgis, they shall fle, and I wolde for no good that they sholde doo so;

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for I wolde that we were first avenged vpon theym for the grete hurt that they have doon to vs; but lete vs doo one thynge that I shall tell you / Lete vs goo doun to the fote of the roche & begyn the batayll / and while that they shall fyghte wyth vs / mawgis shall be com / & by all thus they shall not scape vs' / 'broder,' sayd reynawde, 'ye saye well, & we shall doo so' / and thenne reynawd, alarde, & guycharde went doun to the fote of the roche / and the lityll richarde bode above vpon the roche, for he cowde not move nor helpe hymselfe.

Reynawde cam doun fro the roche wyth his two bredern; and whan the frenshemen sawe theim, thei began to saye thone to thother / 'Here com the sones of aymon, that wyll yelde theymself prisoners / now lete vs not kylle theim, but take we theim for to brynge theim a lyve to themperour Charlemagn.' and whan they had sayd this / they began to crye / 'Reynawd, but yf ye wyll deye shortly / yelde yourself! and yf ye doo it wyth good wyll / we shall all praye Charlemagn that he have mercy vpon you' / Whan Oger herde theym speke thus, he wende it had be trouth that reynawd & his [folio Q.iv.a] bredern wold have gyven theym self vp as prisoners / Soo was he full sori for it / and spored brayford wyth the spores, & cam agenst reynawd & his bredern, & sayd to theym, 'knyghtes, I holde you now for foles, that ye have lefte your roche, that was ye savyng of your lif / this day shall ye be hanged wyth grete shame / and yet I can not helpe you, for I shold be blamed of Charlemagn' / 'Oger,' sayd Reynawd, 'we be not suche foles as ye wene / but I wyll that ye flee. For by the feyth that I owe to the olde aymon my fader, yf ye tary ony while here ye shall not be wyse / for yf I can reche to you / I shall shewe what I canne doo' /

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This hangyng / that reynawd spake to oger, oger behelde towarde the right waye that cam fro the wode, [de la serpente, F. orig. n. v.] and sawe folke com to reynad, that mawgis brought / and was all afore mounted vpon bayarde, that cam fast / And whan oger sawe com thus [Maugis et les gens, F. orig. n. v.] the folke of reynawd in grete nombre, he knew theym well, and was right glad of it / and his hert rored in his beli for ioye. and righted hymself vp [dessus la teste de son cheval, F. orig. n. v.] in his sadle wel halfe a fote, & sayd to his folke / 'Fayr lordes, what shall we doo / the devyl hath told mawgis that we be here. he cometh ridyng vpon bayard, & bryngeth wyth hym a fayr company. Certes, yf we were xx. thousand, yet were we not able to fighte wyth theym, and ye shall see this day that the sorow shall retorne vpon vs' / This hangyng, cam mawgys wyth all his felyshyp / and there where he saw oger, he cam to hym & sayd / 'Oger, I holde you for a fole bycause that ye cam here to werke treyson. I chalenge of you reynawd & his bredern, & am com here for to be their surete. By god, oger, it longeth not to you for to betray thus reynawd 4& his bredern4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. n. vi. back.] / for ye be of his lynage; but ye have yll shewed it to hym. your fader wroughte never treyson, and I merveyll me sore how ye [folio Q.iv.b] wold graunt to it / your fader lefte you in fraunce for a pledge at saynt omers to Charlemagn, whos man ye are / paynge to hym everi yere four peny weyghte of golde / Oger, oger, ye be descended of damp Richarde of roussillon, of dron of nantuell, of the duk benes of aygremaunt; all thise were bredern, and good true men & feithfull knyghtes / and aymon of dordonne was theyr broder, & is fader to reynawd / this knowe ye wel, and ye wyll be other than was your lynage; wherof I defye you to the deth /

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for I hate you vtterly.' Whan mawgis had sayd this worde / he spored bayarde wyth the spores, & smote Ogyer in the sheelde so harde that the sheelde nor his harnes coude not save hym / but that he made hym a grete wounde in his brest / and of that stroke floughe the spere in peces. And whan oger sawe that / he was so sore an angred for it that he waxed almost mad, and wold have goon vpon mawgys, but he myghte not. For whan bayard smelled his lord / he ran myghtely towarde hym / wold mawgis or noo. And whan he was com byfore reynawde, he kneled byfore hym / & mawgis lighted from hym, & cam to reynawd & kyssed hym full swetly / and after he kyssed alarde & guycharde. And thenne sayd / 'where is the lityll rycharde? For men helde hym for one of the moost hardy of the worlde.' 'Cosin,' sayd reynawd, 'he is there above sore wounded, that I wote not whether he be deed or a lyve.' 'cosin,' sayd mawgys, 'can not he move hymself' / 'it is not tyme to speke so long,' sayd reynawd / 'but lete vs see who shall doo best of vs all. gyve me my horse & my armes.' 'with a good will,' sayd mawgys. and thenne reynawd armed hym & lighted vpon bayarde / the sheelde at the necke & the spere in the hande [et dist a ses freres. Freres, armes vous car le besoing en est venu, F. orig. n. vi.] / and whan he had said this he spored bayard with his spores / and lept at everi tyme xxx. fote of lengthe / Whan reynawd saw hymself vpon bayarde he was right glad, for [folio Q.v.a] he trowed never to have set vpon his backe agen, [et qu'il peust retourner en son premier estre, F. orig. n. vi.] and whan he sawe hymself thus horsed & armed 4wyth his owne armures4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.] / so helde hymself more sure than that he had be in the maister towre of montalban / and thenne he made a course & ran vpon Oger, & smote hym so harde that he made hym lighte fro the sadle, and bare hym fiersly

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to the grounde. & whan reynaude sawe oger a grounde / he lighted a fote, & toke the horse of ogyer & brought it to him agen, and helde the stirope, & made oger to light vpon brayforde agen / and thenne Reynawd sayd to hym / 'Cosin ogyer, now have ye the rewarde of the goodnes that ye dyde vnto vs / but, certes, this that ye have doon, ye dyde it as a traytour & an yll kynsman / therfore kepe you fro me, for I defye you; and by hym that made ye worlde, I shall spare you nomore / for ye are slaundred' /

Cosin Reynawd,' sayd Ogyer, 'and we shall kepe vs fro you, doubte ye not.' who thenne had be in that place, he shold have seen how Reynawd had medled hymself vygoriously among the frenshemen / and myght well saye that he was a knyghte 1prue &1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig.] valyaunt. And thenne cam mawgis vpon a nother horse that he had recovered, & spored hym with his spores, and cam to therle Guymarde, & smote hym thorughe the sheelde so that he shoved his spere thrughe & thrughe his body / and felde hym doun deed to therthe. 2And whan he had guyven that stroke he cried2 [2—2 Et puis mist la main a son espee, et frappa ung chevallier qui auoit nom aliau, et luy donna sur son heaulme si grant coup, quil labact mort a terre. Et quant Il eut fait ses deux coups, Il escrie son enseigne, F. orig. n. vi.] 'Montalban cleremount.' and after he sayd in this maner, 'Fre knyghtes, smyte vpon thise frenshemen, that wold slee the best knyghtes of the world; they have well shewed grete worthynes whan they be com heder in grete nombre for to fight agenst four knyghtes vnarmed: but they shall repente theym of their bargayn right sore, 3or that two owres ben a goo3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. n. vii. back.] / & [Lors dist a les gens, F. orig. n. vii. back.] therfore leye strongly vpon theim, & as harde as ye can / for yf oger scape vs, we be [folio Q.v.b] dishonoured' /

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and thenne began the striff fell and cruell; & many a frensheman was cast doun to therth: For [Fro in Caxton.] they myghte not endure the grete merveylles of armes that Reynawde & his bredern made. And whan the frenshemen saw that they coude not wythstande no lenger / and saw the grete dommage 2& hurt2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. n. vii. back.] that Reynawd, his bredern, & mawgis bare to theym, they put theimself to flighte, and oger wyth theim, towarde the ryver of dordonne; and oger passed it over vpon his horse brayforde / and whan he was come at thother side of the ryver / he lighted a fote / and Reynaud called in a scorne, & sayd to hym / 'Oger, I trowe ye be becom a fissher / have ye eeles or sawmons? I gyve you leve to chuse whether ye wyll com agen at this side, or that I go to you at that side. and yf ye come agen at this side / I shall kepe you sauf from all men, but of me onely / or els make me sure fro charlemagnes folke, & I shall passe over to yonder side & shall iuste wyth you' / and after sayd to hym / 'Ye horson false knawe, ye have falsed your feyth to Charlemagn, for ye be my cosin germayn / And how had ye the hert for to see vs murtrished in your presence / and that ye defended vs not agenst all men / and ye come yourselfe for to slee vs by traison. Certes, oger, ye have doon amys gretly / But thanked be god, ye leve wyth vs behynde you a good pledge / For here abideth with vs Foulques of morillon and therle Guimard / the whiche shall never make vs no werre; & more than vi. [quatre, F. orig. n. vii. back.] hundred of your frenshe knyghtes / evyll tydynges ye shall bere of theym to charlemagne and to Rowlande / and ye shall gyve theym an yll rekenynge of your men. And goddys curse have they yf they make not you to be hanged as a theeff 4by the necke.'4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig.]

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[folio] Thenne were the frenshemen sore abashed whan thei herde reinaud repreve oger [le dannoys, F. orig. n. vii. back.] so, wherof thei were glad, [Lors dirent entreulx. Dieu soit loue de ses parolles, F. orig. n. vii. back.] & said to oger / 'well fynde ye now ye rewarde of your goodnes! yf ye wolde have doon your devoyre, ye four sones of aymon had be taken' / & whan oger saw hymself thus repreved of thone parte & of thother, he was right sori for it / and thenne thei lefte hym vpon the river side of dordonne; & abode wyth hym but V [dix, F. orig.] men / and whan oger sawe that all his company had lefte hym / he knew well that they dyd so for dispyte. thenne said he all by hymself, 'Fayr god of heven, I am well worthy to be served thus! and the proverbe may well be reherced for a trouth, that sayth / "Often happeth evill for a good torne"' / whan oger had said this, he 5cried &5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig.] sayd to reynawd / 'O, mad beest, ye blame me wrongfully & wythout a cause, for ye & your bredern shold have be hanged by this wythout ony pardonne / nor mawgys had never com here tyme ynoughe; wherof ye have called me traytour / but ye lye falsly, for I never dide treison, nor never shall, yf god wyll. Ye have also called me fyssher, now ought I well to wexe mad all quycke, whan suche a gloton doth to me soo grete owtrage / but by the feith that I owe to all my frendes / but yf I fered other than you / I sholde goo gyve you suche a stroke thorugh the shelde that ye sholde saye it is a stroke of a maister.' ¶ Thenne said reynaude / 'oger, ye speke well at your ease / for ye shall doo no thynge at all of that ye say, leest your limmes should be hurt' / 'by my berde,' sayd Oger, 'I shal' / And thenne he broched braiford with the spores, and put hymselfe to swymme over the ryver. And whan he was come to the playn grounde / he made

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hym redy for to ioust as wete as he was. and whan reynawde saw oger so yll arayed for to fighte, he had pite therof / And said to him.

'Cosyn, I have at this our no wyll for to fyght, and therfore [folio] goo your wayes agen, for this daye ye shall not be defoyled by me; now know I well that ye have holpen me' / 'Reynawd,' sayd oger, 'mocke not wyth me / Ye have called me traytour byfore many knyghtes. yf I went my waye agen / men mighte saye to Charlemagn that I had betrayed hym falsly / My spere is yet all hole: it were a grete shame to me but yf I brake it vpon you or vpon one of your bredern / For Foulques & therle guymarde shold complayne in helle vpon me / and of thother parte I shold have non exscuse towarde the kynge charlemagn yf I went thus away / for ye have well slayne four hundred knyghtes of ours / wherfore I saye for a conclusyon that I shall not goo my waye, but that I medle firste wyth you / for ye wote well that yf I wente thus my waye / the kyng Charlemagn sholde bere me som dishonour for it, & he shold have rayson, & also he shold make me to be heded, and therfore I wyll fyghte wyth you / for, certes, I have lever dey than to retorne thus to hym / and yf god hath ordened that ye shall smyte of my hede, I pardonne you my deth / for yf I can overcome you, I shall brynge you to the kynge charlemagn, what somever come of it.'

And whan reynawd herde ogyer speke so, he wexed mad for angre, & sayd by wrathe / 'oger, I defye you to ye deth, & kepe you fro me!' 'and you of me,' sayd oger / And whan they had defyed eche other so, Reynawd spored bayarde, & Ogyer brayford, their good horses, & ran thone vpon thother so strongly that the erthe trembled vnder their fete / and whan cam to laye the speres alowe, thei hit eche other so harde that they

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brake their speres; and after their speres were broken / they recounted eche other wyth theyr sheldes, & gaaf eche other so grete strokes that thei both fell doun to therth over the croper of their horses, [tieullement que de tieulle Iouste, F. orig. n. viii. back.] & were sore wounded. and whan ye two good knyghtes [folio Q.vii.a] sawe theimself at the grounde, [Sans faire demourance, F. orig. n. viii. back.] thei rose vp quyckly & set hande to their swerdes, & began to make so harde medelyng that it was merveylle. But herke of their horses! wyte that whan bayarde & braiforde sawe their maisters at the grounde / incontynent they went thone to thother / and began to byte eche other, & cast their fete thone vpon thother. whan oger sawe that, he was ful sory for it / for he knewe well that bayarde was the stronger; so ran oger thider, the shelde at his necke & his swerde in his hande; for he wold helpe his good horse braiforde, for he was a ferde that bayarde sholde have kylled hym. Whan reynawd sawe this, he cried & sayd / 'what is it ogier that ye wyll doo? it is not the werke of a knyghte to smyte a beest / and well me semeth that ye have ynoughe to doo of me wythout ye bete not my horse' / Thenne reynawd smote oger so grete a stroke vpon his helme, that he felde hym doun to the grounde; but the stroke slided a side & kyt a sondre all that it rought well a hundred maylles of his flankarde, and wounded hym sore vpon his hippe / and yf the swerde had not tourned wythin reynawdes hande, oger sholde never have eten bred / and whan reynawd had gyven to hym that stroke / he sayd to hym, 'ogyer, lete alone bayarde, for ye have ynoughe adoo wyth me / I beleve that I have apayred your helme / for I see your visage that is sore pale.' and whan oger felt hymself hurt / he wexed almost wood for angre / and retorned to reynawd wyth his swerde

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cortyne, and sayd, 'Ha, cortyne that so moche I have loved the, and, certes, it is wel rayson / for ye be a good swerde, & in many places ye have well holpen me, & many a proud man overthrowen / and whan I went with charlemagn at estborwgh in almayn / Rowlande & Olyver dyde assaye their swerdes at Perron / And I smote after for to assaye you, And ye kytted therof well halfe [folio Q.vii.b] a fote, and there I brake you, wherof I was right sori. But for the goodnes that I know in you, for to be amended agen, & therfore ye be called courten / and but if ye avenge me now of this gloton I shall never have no trust to you / and thenne he smote Reynaud vpon his helme so harde, that he made hym rele / and whan oger saw Reynaud thus arayed, he said to hym, 'by god, Reynawde, I have yelde you agen that ye had gyven me / we be now quyte: wyll ye begyn a fresshe.' 'by my feyth,' sayd Reynawd, 'ye, for I desire more to fight than I do ony other thyng' / and thenne they went & ranne thone upon ye other and began a nother medelynge; but thenne cam there alarde, mawgis, & guycharde, & all their folke / and whan oger sawe theim com, he was 2wrathe & sory2 [2—2 moult doulant, F. orig. n. viii.] for it / and so went he agen to brayforde, his good horse, & lighted upon him, & swymmed agen over dordonne. and whan he was over, he abode still at the ryver side, & lighted down to therthe / but he had no sadel upon his horse, for the gyrthes brake whan he iusted wyth Reynawde / Whan Reynawd sawe brayforde sadeles, he called to oger, & sayd, 'Oger, com fetche your sadell, for it shall be to you a grete shame yf ye ryde thus; and thanke our lorde that ye be thus departed fro me wythout ony more harme; for yf we had taried a lityll lenger togyder / I wold have broughte you in suche a place where ye were never; for the kynge Charlemagn, your lord, sholde never have rescued you in [t]yme' /

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'Reynawd,' sayd oger, 'ye threten me of ferre / it longeth not to a good knyghte to threten one so; but I wote well that yf it had not be your folke that have socoured you, I wolde have brought you to kyng Charlemagn or evyn.' 'Ogyer,' sayd Reynawd, 'ye have well shewed that ye be a good knyghte that passed ye ryver of dordonne for to com fight wyth me; but shall ye tari there [sur broyfort, F. orig. o. i. back.] for me tyll I passe over at thother side [folio Q.viii.a] vpon my horse bayard.' 'ye, vpon my soule,' sayd ogyer / 'and yf ye doo it, I shall saye that ye be the best knyghte of the world. Whan Reynawde vnderstode that worde, he spored bayarde wyth the spores, & wold have passed over dordonne, but mawgis, alarde, & guycharde letted hym / and wold not suffre hym to goo, but toke hym by the brydell; and alarde sayd to hym / 'Ha, fayr broder, & what is this that ye wyll doo / ye be overhasty / for who that dooth you goode, he leseth well his tyme. ye knowe well, and Oger had not be, we sholde have be ded this daye, and the socours of mawgis had helped vs but lityll / Lete Ogyer be in peas, I praye you / for there is not a better knyghte in the worlde than he is one' / & thenne cryed alarde to ogyer / 'Fayr cosyn, goo to god / for ye have well holpen vs' / whan alard had spoken to ogyer / he retorned him to his broder Reynawd, & sayd to hym, 'Fayr brother, me semeth it were good that we shold torne backe agen, for to wyte howe our brother Richarde dooth / that abydeth vpon the roche mountbron so wounded as ye knowe. Lete goo our enmyes with shame ynoughe, for we have dommaged theym ryght sore.' Thenne called Ogier to Reynawde / and sayd, 'ye have dyscomfyted vs / but by my faders soule, we shall come agen soo grete folke vpon you, that we shall bere to you grete harme, and so shall we take the proye / the whiche ye shall not dare defende' /

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'Now threten all fayr,' sayd Reynawd, 'for we have suche a castell where we dare well abyde Charlemagne / and you, at any owre that ye come / and also I telle you for certen that, or ever thre [quatre, F. orig. o. i.] dayes be passed / ye shall never take vs for all that ye can doo. And how somever the game gooth, the losse hath ever be vpon you vnto this tyme / And also ye shall bere no goode tydynges to Charlemagne.'

¶ And whan ogier had spoken ynoughe to Reynawde / he spored Brayforde, [des esperons, F. orig. o. i.] [folio Q.viii.b] and wente after his folke that had lefte hym, and he rode soo long that he cam to Mountbandell, & lighted doun before the tente of Charlemagn / and whan Rowland & Olyvere saw com Oger thus wounded & makyng so evyll chere / thei trowed that there had be a battayll; and that oger had taken Reynawde & his bredern. and so thei dyde call the duke Naimes, Salmon of breten, Rycharde of normandy, & therle Guydellon; and when thei were all assembled / they sayd, thone to thother, 'Pour vnhappy, & what shall we do / this day shall we see hange the four sones of Aymon / thei be cosins to vs all, and yf Charlemagn maketh them to be hanged / we be dyshonoured for ever' / And whan Charlemagn sawe com oger, he sayd to him, 'Oger, where ben the foure sones of Aymon / have ye taken theym, or slayn theim, or remysed theym for prysoners?' 'Syr,' sayd oger, 'all fair and softly, wyte it that they ben no children / but thei are the best knyghtes of the world / and they be a lyve / I tell you, syre, that we fonde theym in the playn of valcolours / all four clothed in scarlet, furred wyth ermyns, & vpon mewles / and bare in their handes flowers & roses. well has the kyng yon of gascoyn kept his covenant to you / for he hath sent theym forth in suche maner as he promysed to you / but worthynes

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& the proues was suche that they chaunged ther meules to gode horses, & recovered both shelde & spere. And whan Reynawd had goten a horse / he slewe foulques of morillon first of all, and mounted upon his horse [puis nous les menasmes ung grant traict darc tous desconfitz, F. orig. o. ii. back.] / but at the last they fonde a roche corven after the maner of a cave, that is a strong place / where they defended theymself a longe while; and Rycharde, one of their bredern, had be slayn / and thother thre shold have ben other taken or slayn, if mawgis had not com there to socoure theym, mounted vpon bayarde, & brought with hym V. thousande knightes, [folio R.i.a] whiche have dyscomfyted vs, and have slayne therle Guymarde' /

'Ha,' sayd Charlemagne, 'that is it true that they ben so scaped.' 'syre,' sayd Ogyer, 'ye, verely.' Whan the kynge vnderstode that reynawde & his brethern were scaped, he was 3right wrothe & full angry3 [3—3 moult doulant, F. orig. o. ii. back.] for it / and sayd / 'Ha, good lord of glory / 'how am I shamed for four glotons! certes this weryes me sore! but no forse, lete theym doo the worst that they can, for yf they have scaped me now, they shall not scape me a nother tyme' / 'Syre,' sayd Ogyer, 'wyte it / but mawgys had not be, they cowde not have scaped.' 'goodys curse have he for it,' sayd Charlemagne, 'and an evyll yere; for often has he holpen theym agenst me / and soo I wote well, that yf I helde Reynawde & his brethern wythin my prison / Mawgis sholde delyver theym oute, and therfore I hate hym to deth, wherof I praye you our lord that I deye not tyll I be first [avnenged in Caxton.] avenged of it.' 'Syre,' sayd Ogyer, 'by the feyth that I owe to you / Reynawd gaaff me soo grete a stroke that the corner of my helme felle doun wythall to therthe, and I promyse you I was well gladde whan I was scaped from his handes. For of thre thousande [cheualliers, F. orig. o. ii. back.] that we

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broughte wyth vs, there are com agayn but thre hundred, and the surplus is all slayn or taken' / Whan Rowland vnderstode thise wordes, he shoke all for angre, & sayd by grete wrathe, 'By god, syre Ogyer, ye were sore hardy, for ye had noo felawes that dyd soo wel as ye dyde / but by saynt peter the postle / I saw never soo stronge a cowarde as ye be, nor never cam oute of Denmark a good knyghte.' 'Ha, hourson cowarde kaytiff, how have ye ony eyen that dare beholde vpon a man / but a nother thyng there is / for ye have spared theym / for they ben your cosins & your frendes. Now be the kyng blamed, but yf he maketh you to be hewen in all peces, for they sholde have ben take, if ye had not be' /

[folio R.i.b] Thenne whan oger sawe hymselfe so repreved/ he wexed all madde of the grete iniury that Rowlande had sayd to hym soo / and answered boldly & sayd, 'Damp Rowlande, ye lye falsly of that ye saye; For I am not suche as ye telle / And here is my pledge for to defende me this quarelle agenst body to body; for I nor none of my kyn dyde never amys agenste Charlemagn; but of all Fraunce I am one of the best & truest knyght that be in it; and of a better kynne I am come than ye be, Rowlande [Sire droit empereur, F. orig. o. ii.] / Gerarde of roussyllon was myne vncle / he kept me of a lityll chylde; and Dron of nantuell & the duke Benes of aygremount; thise thre were brethern, the whiche were all myn vncles. And Myneus of aygremount was my fader / and also the bisshop Turpyn & Rycharde of normandy ben my kynsmen / and thus are the four sones of aymon of my lynage. Now, good sire Rowlande, telle me your lynage, for I knowe your highnes; for by saynt denys of Fraunce, I shall defende me agenst you wyth my swerde / and so shall I shewe to you yf I be true or

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no' / [Aultrement me conuiendra mourir de dueil, F. orig. o. ii.] Rowlande was thenne wounderfull wrothe / whan he herde ogyer speke so, and vaunced hymselfe agenste hym, & wolde have smyt hym / And whan ogyer sawe hym come, he set hande to his swerde cortyne, & sayd to Rowland / 'Beware ye be not so hardy for to set hande vpon me, for by the feyth that I owe to him that begate me / I shall make the hede to flee fro thy body / yf ye come ony nerer' / Whan Charlemagn saw thise two barons move theymselfe soo sore, 2the one agenste thother2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. o. ii.] / he was right sory for it / And thenne rose the duke Naymes of bavyre, & therle Aymery, and sayd / 'Syr Rowlande, what wyll ye doo / by my hede, the thyng shall not goo as ye trowe / For oger is not suche as ye make hym; [et que vous le doyes bactre ne oultraiger, F. orig. o. iii. back.] and yf the kynge were not, the thynge sholde goo otherwyse than [folio R.ii.a] ye wene / ogyer is suche a knyghte as all the world knoweth; nor in his lynage was never noo man borne that made treyson; but he is the best knyghte in all Fraunce of all sides but we merveylle how Charlemagn suffreth you to tak so grete a pride vpon you. And yf he suffreth it / we wyll not doo so for no thyng that can come of it.' Whan Charlemagne sawe this grete noyse betwene his barons, he was right wrothe, & sayd to Rowland, 'Fayr nevew, lete this alone, for it longeth not to you to saye so / and betwene this & to morow I shall enquere of this matere; and yf Oger hath doo amys in ony thynge agenste me, I shall make hym abye it full dere / for all they in the world shall not kepe hym, but I shall make hym beheded for it.' 'Syr,' sayd ogyer, 'I wyt well but there is in fraunce no man so prue ne so hardy / that shall saye that I have doon treyson agenst you nor agenst ony other, but that I shall fighte agenst hym in the quarell / and shold shewe to hym that he lyed

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falsly' / but and it playse you to here me, I shall telle you the trouth of the mater [Sans mentir de mot, F. orig. o. iii. back.] / Wyte it, syre, that whan I came to the roche Mountbron where the four sones of Aymon were, and sawe that we were so grete nombre of folke agenst four knyghtes all vnarmed / I promyse you that I holpe theym not / nor I was not agenst theym / but wythdrewe me aside & lete the other shyfte wyth theym / and I stode styll & behelde vpon the grete sorow / For I sawe deye my flesshe & my blode, and I myghte not helpe theym of noo thyng / Now have I tolde you all the trouth / and all that I dyde / And yf ye fynde otherwyse than that I telle you a fore all thise noble barons / I wyll be sore punysshed / but by the feyth that I ow to god, yf ever I fynde me in ony place where I maye helpe theym, I shalle helpe them wyth all my power, yf I shold lose my hede for it. For all the worlde [folio R.ii.b] oughte to hate me, by cause I faylled theim atte theyr nede. For they ben my cosins / and ye, syre, have doon so moche to theym that it shold suffyse you, for they be not soo moche gilty of that they be charged of as men make semblaunt; but by the virgyn Mary / as long as I shal lyve, I shall not fayll theym of that I maye doo. Over hasty was Rowlande for to have smytte me wrongfully / and wythout ony cause, but I wyll well that he knowe that yf he sawe Reynawde mounted vpon his horse bayarde / he sholde not take hym for a ribawde, nor he sholde not dare abyde hym body to body, for all the golde of spayne.' Whan Rowlande herde Oger speke thus / he sayd to hym, 'by god, Oger, ye have praysed hym moche / and ye make hym wonderfull hardy / but I praye god that I maye ones fynde hym vpon bayarde, his good horse, all armed from hede to too / for to knowe yf he be as valyaunt as ye make hym' /

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Wyte that god herde the prayer of Rowlande, for Rowlande not longe after that fonde Reynawde vpon bayarde, and I telle you that Rowland helde hym not sith for noo rybawde nor for no knave / but toke hym for the beste knyght of the worlde / But the history leveth now to telle of kyng Charlemagn of Fraunce / of Rowland, [et de Olivier, F. orig. o. iii.] & of Oger the dane, and of the XII peres of Fraunce that ben at ye sege afore Mountalban / and retorneth to speke of Reynawde, that was yll at ease for the love of Richarde, his brother, that was wounded to deth in the roche Montbron.

CHAPTER XI. [The heading of this chapter is omitted by Caxton, and is therefore given here from Copland's Table: the French Edition of 1480 has it in the following form:

Comment, par le secours que maugis amena a Regnault et a ses freres es plains de Vaulx couleurs, Ilz des confirent les gens du roy Charlemaigne, dont ogier en eut mains reprouches de Rolant pour aulcune bonte quil auoit faicte a Regnault et a ses freres en la roche mombron. Et en fut ogier appelie 'traictre,' dont grant Inconvenient en vint apres devant Charlemaigne. Chapitre .xi.


[How by the succours that Mawgis brought to reynawd and to his bretherne into the playne of Walcoloures, they discomfited kyng charlemagnes folke, wherof Ogier had manye reproches of rowlande for some goodnes and favoure that he had shewed to reynawde and his bretherne at roche mountbron, and was therfore called traitoure, wherof a great inconvenience came therof afterwarde afore king Charlemagne.]

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towarde roche mountbron, where he had lefte his brother Richarde thus wounded, as ye have herde / And whan he was come there, & saw his brother so horryble wounded / he cowde not kepe him from wepynge / and sayd, 'Alas! what shall I doo whan I [folio R.iii.a] have lost my dere brother, the beste frende that I have in the world?' and after he had sayd that worde he felle to the grounde from bayarde in a swoune. and whan alarde & guycharde sawe their broder that was fall, they began to make theyr mone for Richarde pietously. And whan Reynawde was com agen to hymselfe / he made grete sorowe wyth his two bredern, Alarde & guycharde, vpon Richarde their brother, that laye vpon therthe wyth his bowelles betwene his handes. And this hangyng, cam mawgis vpon broykarre, his gode horse, the best that men wyste after bayarde / and helde a pece of a spere in his hande / And whan he saw Reynaud make suche sorow, he was right sori for it. And whan he sawe Richarde thus sore wounded / he was wrothe, & had grete pyte for to see the wounde that was so grete / for men sawe the lyver wythin his body. Thenne sayd he to Reynawd, 'fayr cosin, take hede what I shall say, & leve this sorow; ye know wel that ye be all my cosins / and therfore we ought to parforce ourselfe for to socour thone the other whan it is nede. I have socoured you many tymes / and wyte it that all the [h]arme that Charlemagn bereth to me / it is all thrughe your occasion / he slewe my fader but late, wherof I bere yet at my hert grete hevynes, that was your vncle that deyed for your love: that knowe ye well / But yf ye wyll promyse me afore all your barons for to com wyth me into the tente of the kynge charlemagne, & helpe me to sawte hym for to avenge vpon hym the dethe of my sayd fader / yf we can, I shall delyver to you Rychard, evyn

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now hole & sounde without any sore' / and whan Reynawde understode thise wordes, he cam to mawgis / and kyssed hym in the breste all wepyng, & sayd to hym / 'Ryghte swete & fayr cosin, for god mercy, Delyver to me agen my broder Richarde hole, yf it playse you. And yf ye wyll that I [folio R.iii.b] doo ony other thyng for you / commaunde me, and I shall do it wyth right good herte / For ye wote well that I dyde never ony thyng that was agenst your wyll; nor there is no man in the worlde for whom I wolde doo so moche as I wold do for you.' whan mawgys sawe Reynawd wepe so tenderly, he had grete pite of it, and sayd to hym, 'Now be not dysmayed of no thyng, fayr cosyn, for ye shall have Richarde hole & sounde incontynente.' And thenne he lighted doun from his horse / and toke a botell wyth white wyne, & wasshed the wounde of Rycharde ther wythall ryght well / and had awaye all the blood that was aboute / And be not merveylled where he gate all suche thynges as apperteyneth to this cure / For he was the subtillest nygramancer that ever was in the worlde; and whan he had doon so, he toke his bowelles, & put theym agen in to his body / and thenne he toke a nedle & a threde / and sewed vp the wounde full maisterly, and hurted not rycharde / and after, he toke a salve, he anoynted all the wounde / and as soone as the wounde was thus anoynted it was as hole as thoughe he had never be hurte in that place of his body / And whan he had doon all this, he toke a drynke & gaaf it to Rycharde for to drynke / and whan Richarde had dronken it, he rose lightly vpon his fete, all delyvered & quyte fro his dysase / and sayd to his bredern / 'where is Ogier goon and his folke / are they scaped from vs' / 'brother,' answered Reynawd, 'we have dyscomfyted theim, god gramercy, & mawgis, that cam to socour vs / for otherwyse we sholde have

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ben all deed, and so he hath saved vs & our lyves at thys tyme. now ought we well to love hym more than our selfe.' 'broder,' sayd Richarde, 'ye saye trouthe' / and after, Alarde sayd to mawgys / 'fayr cosin, hele me, I praye you / for I have a grete wounde in the thye.' 'And I also,' sayd Reynawde, 'for I [folio R.iv.a] am hurt right sore' / 'and I also,' sayd guycharde, 'for goddys love gyve vs helthe to all vs' / thenne sayd mawgis to theim / 'be not dysmayed, my fayr cosyns / for I shall helpe you al anone' / Thenne toke mawgis of the white wyne wherof he had washed the wounde of Richarde / and wasshed their woundes to theim all / and after he noynted theim swetly, & anone they were all hole / And whan they were all guarisshed / they made Richard to lighte vpon a horse, and put theymself to the waye, for to retorne agen 2to montalban.2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. o. iv.] And thus as they went on their waye, [a moult grant joye, F. orig. o. iv.] a spye departed fro their felyshyp of Reynawde / and cam to montalban to the kyng yon, & sayd to hym, 'Sir, I bryng you tydynges / Now wyte that reynawd & his bredern ben scaped fro the playn of valcolours, where ye had sent theim; and they have dyscomfyted ogier the dane & all the folke of charlemagn, and also they have slayn foulques of morillon & therle guymarde / and soo many of other knyghtes that I cowde not telle you the nombre.'

And whan the kyng yon vnderstode thise tydynges, he was sore abasshed of it, that he wyste not what he sholde saye; and after he sayd, 'Alas, how gooth this / here ben evill tydynges! how may this be / dyde they fynde the busshemente of the kyng Charlemagne? 'sire,' sayd the spye / 'ye, certenly / and shold have ben cursedly handled yf mawgis their cosin had not socourde theim / And for the socours that mawgys broughte wyth him / Oger was dyscomfyted,

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& all his folke of Charlemagne, soo that fewe of theym scaped / For mawgis broughte to Reynawd bayarde, his good horse / that was cause of all the harme 1that was doon there of the other parte1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. v. back.] / 'Alas! vnhappy myschaunt,' sayd thenne the kyng yon, '& what shall I doo / yf I abyde Reynawd, mawgis, alarde, guychard, & rychard, I am deed wythout doubt / for all the world [folio R.iv.b] coude not deffende me therfro. And also it were well righte nor Reynawd sholde doo but well, yf he slewe me cruelly / For I have well deserved dethe / for never Iudas ne the emperour Neron of Rome made soo grete a treyson as I have doon, that wold have brought to a cruell deth the best knyghtes of the worlde, 1that ben the four sones of Aymon,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. v. back.] for the thretynge of a prynce.' And whan he had sayd thise wordes, he beganne to make grete sorowe / and sayd / 'Ha, fayr suster Clare / this day shall departe our love / ye shall never see me more / This daye shall I forsake Gascoyn, for I shall never come agen therin' / And thenne he cryed wyth an hyghe voys / 'Now goo hens, fayr lordes, for goddis sake / be lightly redy / For the nede of it is now com; and lete vs bryng with vs the beste knyghtes [chevaulx que vous ayez, F. orig. o. v. back.] that I and ye have. and yf we maye doo so moche to gete the wode of the serpent, 4whiche is a grete foreste, we shall be sauff ynoughe / and4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. o. v. back.] we shall may scape at our ease / For we shall lodge ourselfe wythin an abbey of saynte Lazare / and we shall take suche habyte as the monkes there have / And by all thus shall we maye be saved. For I knowe soo moche goodnes in Reynawd, that whan he shall fynde vs shoren as monkes / he shall do vs no harme' / Thenne was there a spye, that was called Pygwade, that was soo grete that he had well XV fote of lengthe /

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and wente as faste as any horse cowde trotte / This Pygwade had well herde all that the kyng yon had sayd / & wrote it in a skynne of parchemente / and wente lightly out of Mountalban at the gate, called ye gate fawcon / and passed thrughe the wood of the serpent in a lityll while, And mette wyth Reynaud, his bretherne, and Mawgis, that came agayn to Mountalban, that broughte wyth theym 1a grete multytude of1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. v. back.] prisoners; and Pygwade, that grete theeff watched vpon [folio R.v.a] theym. And anone he ranne as faste as he myghte to Mountbendel / and wente in to the pavylyon of Charlemagne, and called Rowlande / and sayd to hym, 'Syre, I shall telle you such tydynges / wherby ye shall gete goode ynoughe, yf ye wyll beleve me / And I shall telle you a thyng wherof ye shall be right gladde' / 'Goode frende,' sayd thenne Rowlande, 'thou arte welcom to me / and what tydynges bryngest thou, telle me, I praye the.' [thee.] 'Syre,' sayd Pygwade / 'wyte it that the kynge yon fleeth awaye all vnarmed / he and all his folke, and hath wyth theym nother somer nor mewle, but oonly their beste horses' / And they goo in to the wode of the serpente, in to a house of religyon, whiche is named saynte Lazare / and he hymselfe is delybered for to take the habyte and to be come a monke / 'By my feyth,' sayd thenne Rowlande, 'I shall goo mete wyth theym anone wyth foure thousande knyghtes / And I shall avenge Reynawde and his brederne vpon theym / and I shall make theym to be hanged as traytours / For I never loved tratours / nor never shal, and god wylle' / 'Syre,' sayd Pygwade, 'yet is there more / for I have founde Reynawde, his brethern, and Mawgis, that came over the ryver of Balencon, that bryngeth wyth theym many prisoners of your folke / And yf ye wyll fynde theim, ye muste

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goo that waye' / 'Frende,' sayd Rowlande, 'ye have deserved a grete rewarde / for ye have broughte to vs goode tydynges' / Thenne Rowlande called to hym Olyver / and sayd, 'Olyver, my goode & true felawe, lighte vpon your horse quyckely / and brynge wyth you Guydellon and Rycharde of Normande; and ye syre Ogyer of Danmarke, ye shall come wyth me, yf it playse you / and ye shall see the grete prouesse of Reynawde, the sone of Aymon / And we shall take [folio R.v.b] wyth vs but foure thousande men, and yet Reynawde is fyve thousand well horsed and well arayed / And thus we shall mowe fyghte wyth theym wythoute ony avantage.' 'Certes,' sayd Ogyer, 'I shall goo there to see howe ye shall have hym / And whan ye have taken hym, I promyse you to lende you a rope, yf ye have nede of it' / And whan they had all devysed, they mounted on horse backe / and toke their waye, And the grete rybawde guyded theym streyght to the ryver of Balancon. And the kynge of Gascoyn rode thenne thorughe the wodes of serpente wyth his folke / and he rode soo longe that he aryved at the monastary of saynte Lazare / And they prayed the abbote of the place soo moche, that he made theym monkes in the devylles name / This hangynge, came there Rowlande and Olyvere wyth theyr folke, that entred anone in to the abbey. And whan the abbot sawe them, he came theym agenste, and all the covent syngynge, 'Te deum laudamus.' And whan they had songe / the abbot sayd to Rowlande, 'Syre, ye be right welcome / wylle ye have ony thynge that we may doo?' / 'Lorde abbot,' sayd Rowlande, 'we thanke you wyth all our herte / But wyte that we seke here the falseste traytour of the worlde / that men calle the kyng yon of Gascoyn / the whiche is here wythin; for I wyll hange hym like a theeff' /

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Thenne answered the abbot / 'ye shall not, syre, and plaise you, for he is become our monke / and also he hath taken the habyte / And therfore we shall defende hym agenste all men.' Whan Rowlande herde the abbot speke soo / he tooke hym by the hoode / And Olyver toke the pryour that was nyghe, & they shoved theym so prately agenste a pyller of marbell stone that their eyen lepte oute of theyr hedes. And [folio] thenne Rowlande sayd to the abbot / 'Now mayster monke, delyver to me lightly that devyll the kynge Yon, whiche is the brother of Iudas, or elles I shall make an ende of you, For I have sworne that he shall never doo treyson more' / Whan thabbot vnderstode this that Rowlande sayd to hym, he and all his monkes fledde awaye from hym. And whan Rowlande sawe this, he set hande to his goode swerde, Durandall, and entred in to the cloystre, where he fonde the kynge yon knelynge byfore an ymage of our lady, And was cladde wyth the abbyt of religyon / and the hode vpon his hede / And whan Rowlande sawe hym / he knewe hym well / For he had seen hym afore that wyth his vncle Charlemagn / Thenne he toke hym and sayd to hym, 'Syre monke, in the devylles name, conne ye well your lesson / arise vp wyth sorowe, and come wyth me for to see the kynge Charlemagne; for he shall make you to be hanged as a traytour proved evyll kynge, and a felon / Where ben the foure sones of Aymon that ye sholde have delyvered vnto Charlemagn? ye shall be payed for the trayson that ye have doon; and I wyth myn handes shall avenge Reynawde and his brethern vpon you.' And whan he had sayd this / he made the kynge Yon to be set vpon a horse / and blynded his eyen 2wyth a clowte, that he myghte not see noo thynge.2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. o. vi.] And thenne gaaffe hym the monkes hode vpon his hede / And thus satte in the sadle, the

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face towarde the horse taylle / and the back forward. The kyng yon made none other thyng but that he wysshed styll after Reynawd and his brethern / and sayd / 'Alas, and that I dyde grete harme / whanne that I consented to this mortalle trayson [comme ceste a este, F. orig. o. vi.] / Now oughte I well to deye ten tymes yf 2it myghte be soo2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. o. vi.] / For I have well deserved deth. [folio] Whan the kynge Yon had sayd this, he sayd to one of his pryve counseyll that he herde nyghe hym, how well he sawe not, 'Frende, goo to Mountalban, and telle Reynawde that he com to socour me, for he is my man, and that he take no hede to my trespase 2& evyll dede2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. o. vi.] / but to his fraunchyse. For yf he lete me deye soo, he shall be therof repreved & blamed evermore, and his yssue shall be dishonourde by. And yf he can recover me / I wyll that he make my tonge to be kyt of, wherby I dyd consent to the trayson / or elles my hede / yf it semeth hym good / for I have well deserved it agenst hym' / 'Syre,' sayd the knyghte, 'I shall not goo there, for I wote wyll that reynawd wyll not set one fote forth for to save you, by cause of the grete harme that ye wold have doon to hym' / 'he shal,' sayd the kyng yon, 'for I knowe so moche by hym that he shall not saye there agenst.' 'Syr, [dist le cheuallier, F. orig. o. vi.] I wyll thenne goo to hym wyth a good wyll, sith that it plaise you; and god gyve that reynaude, his bredern, & mawgys wyll com & helpe you / for I know well that ye have grete nede of it / but yf god helpe you' / This hangyng, olyver sayd to rowland / 'Rowlande, good felawe myn / what shall we doo with this vnhappy kyng?' / 'frende,' sayd Rowland, 'we shall lede hym to mountfawcon / and we shall leve Balencon at the right hande' / And this they dyd, for to fynde

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reynawde & his bredern / for rowland was sore wyllinge to fynde reynawd, his bredern, & mawgis 1his cosin.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. vi.] 'Gode lord,' said oger the dane, 'by thy pite & mysericorde, graunt to Rowlande his prayer & his wyll, that is that we maye fynde Reynawde, his brethern, & mawgis / for to see how rowlande shall bere hymself, and yf he shold take theym or noo / for I knowe well that none shall put doun his pride but onely reynawd.' [le filz aymon, F. orig. o. vii.] ¶ But here I leve to speke of Rowland, olyver, & of Oger, & of their folke, and of the kynge yon of gascoyn, that [folio R.vii.a] they broughte wyth [them] for to be hanged, and retorne agen to shewe of the foure sones of Aymon.


¶ How after that Reynawd & hys bredern were garnysshed of theyr woundes that they had in the playne of valcolours, they went agen to Montalban. And how they rescued the kynge Yon from the handes of Rowlande. [Caxton has left out part of the French original, which has:

"Mais quant le roy jon sceut leur destour, il sen fouyt, et sen ala rendre moyne en ung moustier qui estoit dedens le boys de la serpente, la ou rolant et olivier et ogier le dannois le trouverent, et le volurent faire pendre pour la trahison quil auoit faicte a regnault et a ses freres. Non obstant que regnault fut leur enemy. Mais regnault le recourut des gens de rolant." Chapitre .xii.


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woundes, by the helpe of Mawgys, that had heeled theym, they put theym selfe to the waye agayn towarde Mountalban. And whan they were come there / my lady Clare wente agenste theym, and broughte wyth her two chyldren, Yonnet and Aymonet, that had wepte and [end in Caxton.] scratched their swete [omitted, F. orig. o. vii. back.] vysages soo sore that there appered of theym nother eyen nor mouthes / Alwayes they wyste not wherfore they dyde soo / for they were veri yonge. And she also was all dysfygured for wepynge, And of grete lamentacyons that she made, for she wyste well how 2her brother,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. o. vii. back.] the kynge Yon, had betrayed Reynawd her husbonde and his bredern / and wende that they had ben deed. But whan she sawe theym come, she was never soo gladde. And the two chyldren ranne at their faders fete [et de leurs oncles, F. orig. o. vii. back.] / and wold have kyssed theym. And whan Reynawde sawe theym, he shoved theym awaye wyth his fete soo strongly that he had almoste broste theym / And the lady wolde have taken hym in her armes and kyssed hym, but he wolde not sufre her / and sayd to her / 'Lady, goo oute of my syghte to your brother, that fellon cruell and false traitour / for ye shall never have my love agen / for it hath not holden in hym / but that we shold have be deed by this tyme, yf god & our cosin mawgis had not socourde vs / now goo after hym all a fote & wythout company / for ye shall not take [folio R.vii.b] no thing of myn, & as an evyll woman ye shall goo your way, for ye be the suster of ye gretest traytour & the vntruest kyng of the worlde / and I shall hang your chyldren / for I fere me leest they sholde be traytours as their vncle' / 'Syre, for god mercy,' sayd the lady, 'I shall swere to you vpon all halowes, that I had doubte of your goynge, and many tymes I dyde

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telle you of it, thorughe thoccasion of the dreme that I dremed that nyghte / And I tolde you that ye sholde not beleve the kynge my brother. And, notwythstandynge that he was my brother / I doubted this that is befallen sith. Syre, for god I crye you mercy / For in this I am noo thyng gylty / and soo god have mercy of my soule / For I love moche better the leest too of your fote, than all kyng yon my brother / nor all the londe of Gascoyn.' And whan she had sayd this, she felle doun in a swoune vpon the fete of Reynawde. And whan guycharde saw the lady in a swoune / he toke her vp, & sayd to her / 'Madame, discomfort not yourselfe so sore; lete Reynaud saye his wyll / for ye be our owne lady, 1& our suster1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. vii.] / now be of good chere / as longe as we be a lyve we shall not faylle you; & thoughe 1our broder1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. vii.] Reynawd faylle you, we shall not doo so / but we shall serve you wyth all our hert' / 'broder,' sayd richarde, 'lete vs doo one thynge / goo we praye our broder Reynawd that he pardonne my lady, our suster, his evyll wyll / for she is not gylty in the mater / And yf we wold have beleved her, we shold not have gon on fote oute of this place / and now we oughte to shewe the grene & ye russet mauntelles of ermynes, the good horses & palfreis that my lady dyde gyve vs, more oftener than dyde Reynawde. Now lete vs reward her for it / for she hath mystre of it / and at the nede the frende is knowen.' 'bi my feith,' said alard, 'ye saye well.' And thenne wente the thre bredern vnto Reynawde, [folio R.viii.a] and drewe hym a syde. and after, Alarde sayd to hym / 'Fair broder, for goddys love be not thus angry, for ye know that my lady hath noo culpe at all the treyson that her brother, the kynge yon, hath doon to vs / For yf ye wolde have byleved her, we sholde not

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have goon thider / Wherfore we praye you that ye wyll pardonne her' / Thenne sayd Reynawd, 'my brethern, for the love of you I graunt the same, and I pardonne her myn evyll wyll presently' / Whan the brethern vnderstode hym, they were right glad / and came agen to the lady Clare, and sayd to her / 'Madame, be of good chere, and make Ioye, for we have made your peas' / And thenne 1Alarde & Guycharde1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. vii.] toke her by the handes, and broughte her to her husbonde Reynawd / and whan Reynawde saw her / he went and toke her by the chynne, and kyssed her. [par grant amour, F. orig. o. viii. back.] And thenne began the ioye & the feste ryght grete at Mountalban / And they wasshed their handes & went to their mete. And thus as they sat at the table, there came in the messager of the kynge yon / that cam to Reynawd / And whan he was afore Reynawd, he sayd to hym, 'Syre, the kynge yon sendeth you worde by me that ye come to socour hym / for otherwyse he canne not scape the dethe, For Rowlande & Olyver ledeth hym for to be hanged at Mountfawcon. And doo this, syre, yf it playse you for god / and beholde not his evyll wyll / but take hede to your goodnes, for our lord pardonned mari magdalene & longys [Longius.] of their synnes. He knoweth well that he hath deserved dethe for the grete fawte that he hath doon to you; and yf ye slee hym, he pardonneth to you his dethe' /

'Goddys curse have he,' sayd Alarde, 'that shall set his fote thiderward, nor that shall bye hym agen, though he myghte be had for a strawe / But goddys curse have Rowlande, [folio R.viii.b] yf he hangeth hym not as a traytour approved' / Whan Reynawd had herd this that the mesager said, he loked dounwarde, & studyed a goode while that he sayd noo worde. and whan he

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had thoughte long ynoughe / he began to wepe, beholdynge his bredern / For a good herte can not lye whan it cometh to a nede. Thenne sayd he a good raison as a noble knighte / 'Lordes,' sayd Reynawd to his bredern & to his knyghtes, 'Now here what I wyll saye to you / Ye know how I was dysheryted at parys wrongfully vpon a feste of Penthecoste, that Charlemagn helde open court and full in his palays, where was a fayr company of grete Lordes / For there were vii [Troys, F. orig. o. viii. back.] hundred knyghtes, all gentylmen, bothe of name & of armes / and a hundred, what of dukes & of erles / and more than four [cinquante, F. orig. o. viii. back.] score bysshopes, and many barons. and that tyme was slayne the duke Benes of aygremount, myn vncle, that was so goode a knyght, as men knew well. I dyde aske right for hym to Charlemagn afore all his courte / wherof the kynge rebuked me, 3& called me all to nought3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. o. viii. back.] / and grete iniury he sayd to me / And whan I sawe that the kyng reproved me thus, I was wrothe & right angry for it / And I behelde vpon my bredern, & knewe their stomackes / and sawe myn enmyes byfore me / soo neded not that I shold have soughte theim elles where / And it suffysed theym not of that I had be owtraged by charlemagn / but that Berthelot owtraged me of newe, he & I playng at the ches, Wherof I toke the ches borde, & smote hym wyth it soo grete a stroke vpon his hede, that I slewe hym 3a fore my fete.3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. o. viii. back.] And Lews, another nevewe of Charlemagn, wolde have slayn my broder Rycharde, and had hurt hym all redi full sore / But I smote hym in suche wyse wyth my fyst that I felde hym doun ded afore me to therthe / and whan Charlemagne wyste of it / He wolde have made me [folio S.i.a] to be kylled and hewed in to peces / but my kynnesmen

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wold not suffre it / for there was grete medlynge, soo that many strokes were gyven. And whan the medlinge was ended, I mounted vpon bayard / and my brethern I made to mounte also, thone byfore, & the two other behynde me / 1And thus rode we all four vpon my horse bayarde1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. viii. back.] / and so came to ardeyne / where I dyde buylde a castell. And there Charlemagne came & beseged me / and made swere my good fader Aymon that he shold never helpe vs wyth none of all his godes / 1and that he shold be vtterly agenste vs1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. o. viii. back.] / and in likewyse he forclosed me fro all my kynsmen, that none of them was not soo hardy for to have shewed to vs the leest favour of the worlde. Fayr brethern, ye knowe well the grete poverte that we have endured soo longe tyme / And whan I sawe that I wyst not where to goo / I cam in to this londe wyth suche a feliship, as ye knowe, and I spake to the kynge yon and shewed hym howe I had werre agenste Charlemagne; and he shewed me grete love, and made me grete honour, soo that he gaaff me his suster to my wyff, and wyth her a duchye, and buylded Montalban for me. And of thother part, my chyldren are his nevews / wherof thone bereth his name / that is Yonnet, and ye see them here / and I have saved hym, his royame & all his londe; and all his rebelles [de son pays, F. orig. o. viii.] I have made come to seke mercy of hym; and I fonde hym never in noo fawte / but Charlemagn is soo grete & soo myghty a kinge, and also ye knowe well that he hath overcom & dyshonourde many good men / and for fere of hym, the kyng yon betrayed vs, wherof he is not to be blamed overmoche, seenge that agenste charlemagne noo thynge hath power / And therfore, yf the kynge Yon delyverde me to Charlemagne, it was by evyll counseyll that some of his barons gaaf hym / [folio S.i.b] for

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god made never soo good a man, but that [that repeated in text.] he mysdoeth by evyll counseylle sometyme / And how can I leve hym whan I have not mystrusted hym afore tyme; me semeth that I oughte to shewe hym goodnes agaynst felony. Therfore I praye you all, that ye wyll make you redy, for I wyll go socour hym / For it were grete reproche to my chyldren that theyr vncle sholde be hanged as a theeff / and it were to vs a grete dishonour, for he is our lord. And yf he hath doon evill, we ought to doo well agenst it / and also we oughte not to forgete the benefeyttes that the kyng yon hath doon to vs; and I promyse you that the fawte & the treyson that he hathe doon, is not com thorugh his malyce, but thorugh evyll counseylle. For yf it had be oonly by his mocyon / I wolde see the herte from the body of hym / but I wote well nay / For Charlemagn is of soo grete a power, that every man fereth hym. And therfore, I telle you that I wyll goo rescue hym 2from Rowlande, yf I can,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. p. i. back.] wyth all my power.' 'By my feyth,' said Alarde / 'ye shall thenne goo wythout me / for I shal not put my fete there / for a traytour oughte never to be holpen nor socoured' / 'Nor I,' sayd Guycharde; 'I shall not goo there.' 'Ye shall,' sayd Rycharde, '& it playse you, sith that Reynawd wil have vs to doo so / For he is our lord and our wele / and therfore I praye you, fayr bredern, that ye wyll obeye hym.' Whan Reynawd had concluded that he sholde goo for to rescue the kyng yon agenste the wyll of Alarde & of Guycharde, all ye Gascoynes that were there began to crye, & sayd, 'Blessed be the hour that ever Reynawde was borne / for noo man erthly ys worthe hym of goodnes & of prowes' / and thenne they sayd to Reynawde, 'Syre, we shall gyve vp to you all the londe of Gascoyn / and shall make

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you the lord of it / For there shall be never none other lorde in gascoyn but you, as [folio S.ii.a] long that ye shall lyve / so that for god, ryght swete syr, that ye suffre not the kyng yon [be to, orig.] to be had away 3to Charlemagn;3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. p. i. back.] for it were a grete shame to all them of the royame of Gascoyn that men had hanged their kynge.' 'By my soule,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye saye trouthe' / And thenne he toke his horne, & blewe it thre tymes so strongly that he made all Mountalban to sowne wyth it / And incontynent, wythout abydyng, 4they of the towne4 [4—4 ceulx qui ouyent le son de la trompe, F. orig. p. i. back.] went & armed theym / and cam byfore Reynawd / and whan they were all redy, Reynawde lighte vpon bayarde / the sheelde at the necke & the spere in the hande / and they were well in his felawshyp six thousande men on horsbacke, and well a thousande a fote / And whan they were oute of Mountalban, Reynawd spake to his folke, & sayd to theym, 'Lordes, remembre you that your lorde is in grete daunger, and in perell of dethe; and but yf we fyghte strongly, he is deed wythout remedy. Wherfore I praye you all, that ye doo this daye that / that shall torne to our worshyp.' And whan reynawd had sayd thise wordes, he went agen towarde his bredern / and sayd to theym, 'Fayr bredern, ye knowe that Rowlande hateth me to deth / and not thrugh my defawte, but onely thorughe enuye. Wherfore, I praye you that ye attende vpon me this daye, and ye shall see me doo as a good knyghte; and this daye the pride of Rowlande must be layd, or elles myn, a doun.' Whan Alarde herde his broder Reynawde speke so / he sayd to hym / 'And wherof care you? be sure & certeyne that as longe that liff is in our bodyes, we shall not faylle you' / and wyth this worde thei put theym to the way. And Reynawd toke two thousande knyghtes, & gaaff theym to alarde

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& guycharde, & sayd to theim, 'Fayr brethern, ye shall make the forwarde, & kepe your men in good ordenaunce; and I & my broder Rycharde shall make the reregarde' / 'syre,' [folio S.ii.b] sayd Alarde, 'we shall doo it well yf god wyll' / and thenne they rode forthe so long that thei sawe ye folke of Rowland nigh theim. and whan Alarde aperceyved theim, he made his men to tari, & sente worde to Reynawd that he sholde make haste to com / for thei had fonde their enmyes. And whan Reynawde wyst of thise tydynges / he made his folke to ride hastely, & cam anone to Alard his broder. and whan he sawe his enmyes, he put his folke in araye, and devysed his batailles honestly [Comme Il le scauoit bien faire, F. orig. p. i.] as a good capitayn of werre. /

Thenne whan Rowlande sawe so grete folke / he called to hym the bisshop Turpyn, & Guydellon of bavyre, & sayd to theym, 'Lordes, now behold / I see yonder many folke armed / myght that be Reynawd & his bredern, wherof the renommee is so grete; & of their cosyn Mawgis, the subtyll knighte?' 'Sir,' sayd the bisshop Turpyn / 'ye, they ben tho verely / and also I telle you they make theymself to be well know whersoever thei goo; and I tell you that we can not save vs, but that we must medle wyth theym.' Whan Ogier sawe Reynawde, he Ioyned & heved his handes towarde heven, & sayd / 'O god, blessed thou be that hast suffred Rowland to fynde Reynawde, his bredern 3& Mawgis!3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. p. ii. back.] certes, who that gaf me a thousande marke of gold, I shold not be so glad, for Rowland hath now all his desire; 3and, for certen, I am right glad that we have founde theim.3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. p. ii. back.] Now shall I see how he shalle bere hymself agenst the valyaunt Reynawd, his bredern / and Mawgis' / and whan he had sayd this / he torned hymself toward

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Rowland, & said to hym, 'Rowland, now have ye that ye have desired so long! and I am glad that it is com so / for now shall I see how ye shall take theym / For yf ye can take theym a lyve, & bryng theym to Charlemagn, he shall con you grete thanke for it; and so shall bayarde be your owne, that [folio S.iii.a] ye have soo sore desired / and the werre shall be thus fynyshed' / 'Ogyer, ogier,' sayd thenne Rowlande, 'thise ben reproches that ye telle me. But, by saynt Denys of Fraunce, ye shall see or evyn who shall be mayster of vs two' / 'Rowlande,' sayd Ogier / 'now shall it be seen what ye can doo' / whan Rowlande knewe that he muste have medlyng wyth his enmyes / he ordeyned all his bataylle, as he cowde well doo / and after he set his folke in ordenaunce of bataylle, the beste that he myghte / And whan Reynawde sawe that Rowland ordeyned his bataylles / he called his brethern, and sayd to theym / 'Lordes, here com the frenshemen: yonder is Rowlande & Olivere / and the duke Naymes of bavyre, and Oger the dane; Ye shall abyde here for to make the reregarde / and yf we have mystre of helpe / come & helpe vs' / 'Syr,' sayd Mawgis, 'ye make to longe sermone / delyver you, for we tary to long fro sawtynge 2vpon our enmyes'2 [2—2 Rolant, F. orig. p. ii. back] / 'Cosyn,' sayd Reynawd, 3'ye say well, and3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. p. ii. back.] ye speke like a good knyghte / For yet have I no better knyghte than ye be one, whan I see you armed by me; now thynke to doo well / for I goo firste of all for to overthrowe the pryde of Rowland, that is so grete, as every man knoweth / And I praye you all that everi man doo his parte wyth all his power.

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beganne all thre [omitted, F. orig. p. ii.] to wepe, & sayd / 'Ha, brother [Regnault, F. orig. p. ii.] / and wyll ye that ye & we be deed all atones? For ye can slee yourselfe noo better than to prove yourself vpon Rowland / For he is overmoche prue 1& valiaunt,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. ii.] and also he can not be hurt wyth yron; but we pray you that ye wyll assaye yourselfe vpon the other, & lete rouland alone' / 'Lordes,' sayd reynawd, 'ye have spoken ful well. I knowe well that rowland is hardy & prue, and that his [folio S.iii.b] matche is not in the worlde of knyghtehode; but I am in the right / and he is in the wronge, whiche shall mowe tourne hym to a grete harme, and therfore I wyll not refuse / but that I shall goo agenste hym / But and yf he wyll peas he shall have it / and yf he wylle have werre, 4he shall fynde me redy to receyve him therto,4 [4—4 il laura, F. orig. p. ii.] For I have lever deye than be longe syke.

¶ Now I praye you speke noo more of it, but see that ye bere yourselfe well agenste our enmyes, For we have to doo agenste many a noble knyghte' / 'Cosyn,' sayd Mawgys, 'thynke to assaylle well, For ye shall be socoured ryght well.' Thenne the worthy knyghte Reynawde wente afore all the other wyth his sheelde at the necke, and his spere in his hande, sittynge vpon bayarde [que bien ressembloit cheuallier a leure, F. orig. p. ii.] / Whan Rowland sawe Reynawde come wyth his folke well ordred / he shewed it to olyver, and sayd / 'Felawe, what thynke you by that folke? / see how they come towarde vs in good arraye' / 6'Certes, Rowlande,' sayd Olyver,6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig. p. ii.] 'Reynawd knoweth more of werre than ony other knyghte that lyveth, and the moost gracyous; For ther is none so poure a knyghte in the worlde, if he come to hym / but he shall be ryght welcome to hym / and yf he come a fote, he shall set hym anone a horse backe.

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And yf he be yll appoynted / he shall anone araye hym after his astate. Is not this a grete goodnes of hym?' [dist Olivier, F. orig. p. ii.] / 'Ye, by my soule,' sayd Rowlande / 'and he dooth well / For yf he dyde otherwyse, he myghte not abyde longe agenst myn vncle Charlemagne.' [car trop est noble chevallier, F. orig. p. ii.] 'And me semeth,' 3sayd agayn Olyver,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. p. ii.] 'that he hathe well thre tymes moo folke than we have, wherof he myght well gete vpon vs / but yf we take better hede, for they ben well subtyll folke' / 'Olyver,' sayd Rowlande, 'ye saye trouth, but ye knowe well the gascoyns ben cowardes of veri kinde / and can not abyde no stroke of swerde, but that thei will [folio S.iv.a] flee lightly away.' 'that is true,' sayd the bysshop Turpyn, 'but they have wyth them a good guyde as ony is in all ye worlde. And wyte it, syr Rowland, that the valiaunt man causeth his folke to abyde nyghe hym. For a worthy capytayn is the myrrour & ensaunple to thother for to doo well.' Whan Rowland herde this, he wexed almost mad / bycause men praysed Reynawde & his folke soo moche; & wyth this he sporred his horse, and went byfore all his folke well the shot of a bowe ferre / and cam agenst Reynawd. And whan Reynawde sawe Rowland com alone, he sayd to Alarde, 'Fayre broder, beware, vpon asmoche as ye love me, that ye move not, nor your folke; but abyde styll here till that I have iousted wyth Rowland, that cometh alone / and therfor I wyll no man helpe me agenste hym' / Whan Reynawd had sayd this, he spored bayard wyth the spores, and came agenst Rowland so faste, that they that sawe it wende that bayarde had floughe in the ayer, For the smallest lepe that he lepte, was of XXX fote ferre or more. And whan he was com nyghe Rowlande as for to have iousted /

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Reynawd lighted doun a fote / & pyghte his spere in therth, And bounde bayard therat, bycause he shold abyde there stille / And vngirte flamberge, his [bonne espeé, F. orig. p. iii. back.] swerde, and cam before Rowland & presented it to hym, and kneled afore hym & kyssed his fote, and sayd all wepyng / 'Damp rouland, I crie you mercy for that pite that our lord had in the crosse vpon his moder whan he comended her to saynt Iohn, that ye wyll have pyte vpon me. Ye knowe well that I am your kynsman, and, how be it I am poure, yet shal I be and my brethern your men / And also I shall gyve you bayarde, and shall make you lord of Mountalban, so that it wyll plase you to purchace our peas wyth the kyng Charlemagn your vncle; and, yf it playse you for to doo so I shall make all [folio S.iv.b] my bretherne to graunte the same, And I shall forsake fraunce all my liff / And I promyse you that 3I shall goo in to the holy londe3 [3—3 Iray oultre mer, F. orig. p. iii. back.] wyth Mawgis and my brethern for to make werre agenste the sarrasins. [Tres doulx sire, F. orig. p. iii. back.] And yf ye thynke that I saye well / brynge it aboute yf ye canne. For yf ye doo it ye shall have a felawe and a servaunt of me.'

Rowlande had grete pyte whan he herde Reynawd speke in this manere, And beganne to wepe full tenderly / and after sayd to hym, 'By god, Reynawd, I dare not speke of it, but yf soo be that ye wyll delyver vnto hym Mawgys' / 'Alas,' sayd Reynawd, 'I shold never doo that, for to deye for it, For Mawgys ys no man for to be gyven awaye for to have peas.' And thenne he rose vp and toke his swerde & his sheelde, And came to bayard and mounted vpon hym wythoute styrope / and thenne he toke his spere in his hande / And whan he was well appareylled, he wente agen to Roulande, and sayd to hym / 'Rowlande,

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wyte that I shall never more crye you mercy, for fere that I have of you / But I have cried you mercy for to bere you worship, by cause that ye be of my kynne / But sith that I see that ye be so proude that ye wyll doo noo thynge for me / nor for my prayer. I shall mowe deale resonnably wyth you / to the ende that ye shall not mow reporte nor saye to the other barons and knyghtes of Fraunce / that Reynawde the sone of Aymon hathe cryed you mercy for fere / The caas is suche / ye have wyth you a grete company of folke / And also I have of my side men ynough, thanked be god / and yf our folke asemble togider / it canne not be otherwyse, but that grete harme shall falle of bothe sides. But, and ye wyll, we shall fighte, we two togyder, for theym all, wythout ony helpe of other / and yf ye overcom me, ye shall brynge me to charlemagne / that shall [folio S.v.a] doo his playsure of me / And yf I can conquere you, ye shall com wyth me to Mountalban, under condycyon that ye shall have nother evyll nor shame / no more than shall my owne persone' /

'Shall ye doo this that ye have sayd?' sayd Rowlande / 'ye, wythoute fawte,' sayd Reynawd / 'By mi hede,' sayd roulande, 'ye shall make me sure therof fyrst' / 'Certes,' sayd Reynawde, 'wyth a god wyll' / And thenne Reynawd sware it vnto hym vpon his parte of paradys. [de tenir loyaulment ce que auoit este devise, F. orig. p. iii.] 'Reynawd,' sayd rowlande, 'I wyll go take leve of my felawe Oliver / for I have promysed hym that all the bataylles that I shall vndertake, he shall mow make theym hymself, yf it playse hym.' 'Go thenne,' sayd Reynawde, '& make it short.' and thenne Rowland went agen to his felawes / And whan he was com to them / hector, the sone of oedon, olyver, & ogyer the dane, asked of hym, saenge / 'Syr

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Rowland, what sayeth Reynawd? have ye spoke wyth hym?' 'ye,' sayd rowland / 'and what thynke you by hym?' 'Certes,' sayd rowlande, 'reynawd is a sage knyght & well taughte / for he hath requyred me to fyghte wyth hym body to body / and that our folke be styll of the one syde, and of the other' / 'Rowlande,' sayd olyver, 'ye shall doo in this your playsure / for other ye or I must fyghte wyth hym / But I counseyll that ye go there / for as longe as I shall lyve, I shall not be enmye to Reynawde, onely for his worthynes. For Reynawde is a knyghte of grete honour' / Whan the bysshop turpyn, ector the sone of odeon, & thother erles herde this, they began to saye, 'Rowland, what is that ye wyll doo? For god mercy, doo it not, for reynawd is of your linage & of ours; and yf ye brynge hym to dethe / we shall never love you after / sire, leve that offre that reynawde gyveth to you, & make your folke to assemble wyth the folke of reynawde, for it is [folio S.v.b] better that they be take of your folke, than that the one of you two were deed.' 'wyll ye that it be so?' sayd rowland / 'ye, sir, yf it playse you' / 'certes,' sayd roland, 'it playse me right well' / and thenne he sayd to all his folke / 'Lordes, thynke to defende you well / for it is now nede therof' / 'Syre,' sayd thother, 'have no doubte of no thyng, for we shall do well your commaundement' / and thenne thei put theymself in ordenaunce. and rowland began to crie 'mountioye, saint denys' / and whan cam to ye settyng on wyth speres, Ye shold have seen thenne many a knyght brought to grounde, & many horses that ranne masterles thrughe the feeldes, so moche that it was grete pite for to see so grete a dystructyon of knyghtes as was made there. Whan reynaud sawe the two oostes muste assemble togyder / he spored bayarde wyth the spores, & put hymselfe

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amonge the thyckest of the frenshemen / and smote a knyghte so harde in the breste that he overthrewe bothe horse & man to the grounde; and after smote a nother soo sore, that nether for sheelde nor for quyras 1of stele1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. iv. back.] he let not, but that he shoved the yren of his spere thrughe & thrughe hys body / and fell deed to therth / and wyte at that stroke he brake his spere. and reynawd set hande lightly to his swerde, and began to crie 'Mountalban' as lowde as he cowde. And thenne he made so grete slaughter of frenshemen that none durst abyde afore hym, but fled fro him as fro the deth. Shortly to speke, reynawd dyd somoche thorughe his strengthe / and thorughe the highe knyghthode of his brethern, that he brake the firste bataylle of the frenshemen / wolde they or noo /

Whan the lityll Rycharde / the brother of Reynawde, sawe that the Frenshemen were putte a backe / He beganne to crye on heygthe 'Ardeyne' as moche [folio] as he myghte. And put hymselfe in to the greteste preesse 1amonge his enmyes,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. iv. back.] and beganne to make soo grete hewynge of folke that it was wonder to see / For Reynawde faughte not for to loke the better vpon hym. And thenne Rycharde, that thoughte hym selfe never wery of gevynge of strokes, beganne to calle vpon his broder, and sayd, 'Reynawd, fayr broder, where ben your grete strokes goon that ye were wonte for to gyve 1vpon your enmyes?1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. iv. back.] Alas, smyte now vpon theim / for they ben almost overcom; make that the frenshemen, full of pryde, mocke not of you / and soo make we suche a thynge that it be spoken of it vnto Parys' / Whan Reynawd herde Rycharde speke thus, he began to smyle / and after he smote bayarde 1wyth the spores1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. iv. back.] / and beganne to smyte better than he dyde afore. Who that had seen thenne his grete strokes departe / he myghte well have sayd that

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no carpenter smotte never soo well in wood as Reynawde dyde vpon the helmes 1of stele1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. iv. back.] and vpon the sheldes of the frenshe men / And whan the frenshemen sawe that the dyscomfyture tourned vpon theym, they beganne to calle Rowlande / and sayd to hym / 'Ha, Rowlande, what doo ye / whi come ye not and helpe your folke / For they ben deed, but yf ye socoure theym.' Whan Rowlande vnderstode that worde, wherof he was wrothe / 2and ryght sory2 [2—2omitted, F. orig. p. iv.] / And whan he sawe his folke soo sore handeled / He beganne to crye 'Mountioye saynte Denys.' And after spored his horse, and entered in to the medlee; And wente here and there, cryenge, 'Reynawd, where be you goon / See me here; I am all redy for to doo the bataylle, my body agenste yours, that ye aske of me.' Whan Reynawde herde Rowlande, that called thus after hym / He put flamberd [son espee, F. orig. p. iv.] in to his sheeth; And [et prent une lance courte et grosse, F. orig. p. iv.] toke a spere in his hande, and cam there as Rowlande was, & sayd [folio] to hym / 'Where are ye, Rowlande? be ye a ferde of me, that ye have taryed soo longe for / Beware your self from me!' 'And you of me,' sayd Rowlande. And thenne they spored theyr horses, [des esperons, F. orig. p. v. back.] and dyde iouste the one agenste the other. And whan the frenshemen and the gascoyns saw that, thei withdrewe theym selfe from eche other, for to beholde the ioustynge of the two worthy knyghtes / For, to saye the trouth, there were not two other suche in all the worlde /

Whan Salamon of Bretayne / and Ector, the sone of Oedon, sawe that the ioustynge of Reynawde and of Rowlande was begon, they set theym selfe to wepe full tendrely; and came to the duke Naymes, to the bysshop Turpin, and to Olyver, and sayd to theym / 'How, lordes, may ye suffre that one

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of the beste knyghtes of the worlde / and hym that we oughte to love beste, be slayne and deed before you.' 'Certes,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'that shall be grete sorow to vs for to see' / And thenne he cam to Olyver, and sayd to hym / 'I praye you that ye goo to Rowlande, and telle hym from vs all, that he oughte not to fyghte wyth Reynawde wyth the swerde / But lete hym take a spere and breke it vpon reynawde; for to acquyte his feythe / For yf he slee Reynawde we shall never love hym after' / 'Lordes,' sayd thenne Ogyer, 'lete this alone / ye knowe not Reynawde so well as I doo / Reynawde is noo childe for to be made a ferde soo lightly as ye trowe. Lete theym shyfte hardely, 1they two togyder,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. v. back.] For, by the feyth that I owe to you / Rowland shal be all wery or ever he retourne agayne / And he shall be as fayne to leve the bataylle as shall Reynawd. And ye shall see that Rowlande wold he had not gon there, for the best cyte that themperour Charlemagn hath.' 'Oger,' sayd ector / 'ye speke of it as for enuye / certes yf ye shold fight wyth rowlande ye shold [folio S.vii.a] well saye otherwyse' / And thenne he sayd to Olyvere / 'Good syre, lete this bataylle be defferred yf ye maye be ony wyse.' 'Lordes,' sayd Olyver, 'wyth a goode wyll, sith that ye will have it soo' / And thenne he wente to Rowland, and sayd to hym all that the barons had sayd. 'Felawe myn,' answered Rowlande / 'god confounde theym / for they take awaye this daye the desyre of myn vncle Charlemagne' / And thenne he tourned hym towarde Reynawd, and sayd to hym / 'Syre reynawd, ye have assayed of my swerde / and not of my spere.' 'Rowlande,' sayd Reynawd, 'yf ye leve your swerde I shall conne you nother thanke nor gramercy for it / For I fere you not of noo thynge / but lete vs make an ende of our bataylle / And to whom god gyveth the vyctory, lete him have

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it' / Rowlande wolde not doo soo, but dyde like as a curteys man / and he dyde as the barons had sent him worde. For he toke a spere, and ran vpon Reynawde as moche as he myghte / And whan Reynawd sawe he wolde none otherwyse do, he ranne also 1wyth a spere1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. v. back.] vpon Rowlande / And roughte eche other sore wonderfull harde that they made theyr speres to flee all in peces. And whan they had broken their speres, they recounted eche other wyth their sheldes so strongly that bothe theyr horses, that is to wyte, Melantes & Bayarde, stakerde / and were all a stonyed ther wythall / But wyth that stroke Rowlande & Melantes [Son cheval, F. orig. p. v.] were both felde to the grounde in a hepe / And Reynawd passed forthe by theym, cryenge 'Mountalban' wyth a hye voys. Wherby I telle you, for certeyn, that Rowlande never felle doun for no stroke of spere, but onely that tyme / but it was no merveylle / For he cowde not holde hym selfe by the clowdes / syth that his horse had faylled hym.

[folio S.vii.b] Thenne whan Rowlond saw hymselfe thus overthrowen, he was not well contente, & rose vp incontynente and toke his swerd in his honde, And came to melentys to kit of his hede / And beganne to seye / 'Evyll courser, who kepeth me that I kylle the not [not repeated in text.] / sithe that thou haste lete falle thyselfe thrugh the stroke of a childe, I shall never trust the' / 'Soo helpe me god, Rowland,' sayd Reynawd, 'ye do 5to melantis grete5 [5—5 omitted, F. orig. p. v.] wronge, For it is longe sith that he ete ony mete / and therfore he can not well traveylle / but bayarde hath eten well to nyghte that was, and therfore he is more strong than is your horse' [Benoiste soit leure que oncques fut ne, F. orig. p. v.] / and thenne Reynawd lighted doun fro bayard / bycause that Rowland was a fote. and whan bayarde sawe his mayster

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a fote, he ran vpon melantis, the horse of Rowland, and smote hym wyth his hinder fete soo grete strokes that he had almost broken his thie / whan rowlande sawe that, he was wrothe for it, & cam towarde bayarde for to have smyte of his hede. And whan Reynawd saw that / he sayd to Rowlande / 'What wyll ye doo? it is no worship to you to smyte a beest; and yf ye wyll doo ony fayt of armes, com to me & not to my horse, for I shall gyve you strokes ynowe, so moche that ye shall be wery of it or we departe; but kepe well that I slee not you / and leve bayarde in peas, for there is not in all the worlde another so good a beest; For he dyd shewe it well whan he wan the crowne of charlemagn your vncle in your presence / and yf he doth helpe me, he doth but his devoyre, & that a good horse ought to doo; but torne your sheelde towarde me, & ye shall see how Flamberde cutteth.' 'Reynawd, reynaud,' sayd Rowlande, 'threten not soo moche, For before this daye be com at an ende / ye shall see a thynge that shall not playse you over moche' /

Reynawde was not contente whan he vnderstode the yll wordes of Rowlande, and shoke all for angre; [folio S.viii.a] and Incontynente ranne vpon Rowlande, and gaaff hym suche a stroke vpon his helme that he all to brused it; and the stroke slided vpon the shelde soo that he cut of it a grete quarter, and of the courset of stele also, but he cut no thyng of the flesshe / And whan Reynawde had gyven Rowland that stroke, he sayd in maner of a mocke to Rowland, 'what saye ye bi my swerde / doo it cut well or no? for I have not myssed at that stroke / Now kepe ye well fro me / for I am not suche a chylde as ye take me for' / Whan Rowlande felt that grete stroke that Reynawd had gyven to him / he was all merveylled of it / and wythdrewe hymself abacke / for he wolde not that

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Reynawd shold have recovered a nother stroke vpon him sodenly / and set hande to durandall, his good swerde, & ran vpon Reynawd / and reynawd helde his sheelde agenst it / & Rowlande smote in to the shelde so grete a stroke that he clove it bi the myddes thrughe & thrughe / and the stroke descended vpon the helme, & dyde it no harme. and whan Rowland had made that stroke / he sayd to Reynawd, 'Vassall, ye be now quyte / for I have yelded you agen that ye lended me right now / Now shall I see who shal begyn agen.' 'By my soule,' sayd reynawd, 'fowle fall have I now yf I feyne me now / For I dyd but play afore; nor your fraunchise shall never avaylle you agenst me, but that I shall bryng your pride al doun to therthe.' 'Reynawd,' sayd rowland, 'yf ye doo this that ye saye, ye shall werk merveilles' / And all thus as they wold have begon agen the batayll, soo cam there Mawgis & all his company, and sayd to Reynawd / 'Cosin, mounte vpon bayarde / for it were to grete a losse yf you or Rowland were ded.' And there came Ogier and Olyver, and made Rowlande to lighte agayne vpon his horse. But wyte it well that Ogyer had not be soo gladde yf one hadde gyve to hym [folio S.viii.b] a 2grete2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. p. vi.] cyte, as he was be cause that Reynawde had cast doun Rowlande 2& his horse2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. p. vi.] / and whan they 3had recounted roulande3 [3—3 eurent monte rolant, F. orig. p. vi.] / they began agen a sore batayll & a cruell / and so felle that it was pite for to see / for thone hewe the other wythout ony mercy / And whan Rowlande saw that the batayll was begonne agen / his hert dide swell for angre bycause that reynawd had overthrowen hym to the grounde. soo began he to call as hie as he myghte, 'Where are ye goon, Reynawd the sone of Aymon? goo a side & lete vs parfornysshe our batayll, for men knowe not yet whiche is the beste knyghte of

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vs two' / 'Syr,' sayd Reynawde, 'ye have the corage of a knyghte that wyll conquere honour / but & we fighte here togyder, our folke shall not suffre it / But lete vs doo one thyng that I shall tell you; ye be well horsed, & I am also, lete vs bothe swimme over the river & goo to the wode of the serpent, for ye can not wysshe no better place for to fighte / and we shall not be there departed, thone fro the other, of our folke, but 1we shall maye fyghte there togyder tyll the one of vs two be dyscomfited & overcome'1 [1—1 et la pourrons finer nostre bataille, et a qui dieu en donra lon ne, si le peigne car ceste le meilleur selon mon aduis, F. orig. p. vi.] / 'Certes,' sayd Rowlande, 'ye have well spoken, and I graunt it as ye have sayd.' and thenne they spored their horses for to go to the wood of the serpent. but Olyver toke hede to theym / and toke Rowland by the brydell & wythhelde hym, wold he or noo. and Reynawd went for to have passed over the river vpon bayarde, that ran as the wynde, & waloped so harde that he made all therthe where he passed to shake vnder hym; and as he ran in this maner / he loked afore hym and sawe the kyng yon, that was avyronned wyth well four score knyghtes, that kept hym for fere of Reynawd, leste he & his bredern shold have rescued him / & thise knyghtes ledde him shamfully, as ye have herd afore. and whan reynaud saw ye kyng, he was glad of it, & sayd / 'Ha, good lord, blessed [folio T.i.a] be thy name, whan ye have graunted me so fayr adventure,' and wyth this he set hande / to his swerde, and spored bayarde wyth the spores / and cryed as hie as he cowde / 'lete go the kyng yon, evyll folke that ye be / For ye be not worthy to laye hande vpon hym.' and thenne he entred wythin theym, & smote a knyghte vpon his helme so rudely that he clove his hede to the harde teeth / and overthrewe hym deed to therthe / And whan the other sawe

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Reynawde amonge theym / they put theymselfe to flighte / and sayd the one to thother / 'The devyll hath broughte this cruell [omitted, F. orig. p. vii. back.] man here now / lete vs flee; goddis curse have he that shall abyde hym / For the soule of hym that wylfully suffreth hymself to be slayn shall never come to the mercy of god' / And thenne they put [t]heymself in to the thyckeste of the forest, and lefte behynde theym the kinge yon, that they lodged as a prisoner / and Reynawde cam streyghte to hym / and vnbounde hym and vnstopped his eyen, and after sayd to hym / 'Ha, evyll kyng / how have ye the hert for to betraye vs so falsly, as ye have doon me & my bredern; dyde we ever ony thyng that was in [m. in text.] your dysplaysur / It is not longe on you, but that we shold have ben all hanged by this / but I shall smyte of your hede, evyn anone / and shall avenge me & my bredern [chetif serorge et mauluais homme que vous estes, F. orig. p. vii. back.] vpon your body' / Whan the kynge yon sawe Reynawde, that hadde delyverde hym, he kneled adoun byfore hym, & sayd to hym / 'Certes, noble knyghte, it is well rayson that men slee me; Wherof I praye you, for god, that yourselfe wyl 4take the liff fro me, and4 cut of my hede / and lete it not be doon by none other / and pulle out my tonge, wherwyth I spake the trayson / For I have well deserved gretter martyrdom. and all this made me doo therle of Ansom / and the erle Anthony / Now slee me, for god / for suche an evyll man as I am oughte not to lyve longe. I have moche lever [folio T.i.b] that ye kylle me 4wyth your swerde,4 than that cruell kynge Charlemagn 4shold make me to be hanged.'4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. p. vii. back.] 'Now light vp,' sayd Reynawde, 'for ye shall be well payd as ye have deserved.' But here leve I to speke of kyng Yon & of Reynawd, that ben in the wood of the serpent / where he taried after Rowlande

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for to fighte wyth hym, as he had promysed hym / & shall retorne to speke of Rowland & of Olyver, that spake to their folke for to telle theim a part of theyr besines, and how they had ben dyscomfyted.

CHAPTER XIII. [The heading of this chapter is omitted by Caxton, and is therefore given here from Copland's Table: Ed. 1554.]

[The xiii. chapiter sheweth, how that after Reynawd had succoured kyng yon, was the same houre a merueyliouse battaylle betweene Reynawde and the frenshe men. For Rowlande was there sore beten and many other, wherof Ogyer was glad bycause that Rowlande had called him traytoure; And also he knewe that the foure sonnes of Aymon, were not for to be so lyghtelye ouercomen, as men had sayde afore. And for this cause there had been a sore medle betweene Rowland and ogyer, yf it had not be the other barons, that departed them, and in this recountre Rycharde the brother of Reynawde, abode for prisoner of Rowlande.]

In this parte sheweth the history, that after Reynawde was departed fro the bataylle for to go fighte body to body agenste Rowlande, the nevewe of Charlemagne, in the wood of the serpent / Rowland Olyver & the dane Ogyer faughte agenst Alard, Guycharde, & the lityl Richarde, agenste Mawgis & agenste their folke / and the batayll was there so sharpe & soo fell of one parte & of the other / soo that

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grete hurte & scathe was there made of bothe partes / but at the laste the discomfyture torned vpon Rowlande / and vpon his folke. In somoche that Rowlande & Olyver were constrayned by force for to goo backe agen all dyscomfyted / for the thre brethern & Mawgys made agenst theim so grete efforte of armes that they gate the pryce that daye / And then as Rowland went backe agen all dyscomfyted, he bare his hede lowe, for he was a shamed that he had be soo rebuked / And thenne [omitted, F. orig. p. vii.] Ogier sayd to hym / 'Lord Rowland, who hath arayed your sheelde of this facyon? I see your horse hurte in the thye, & vnder the croper / he was felled vpon the right side, and you also / it is well seen on your side. I trowe that ye have founde reynawd the sone of Aymon. have ye brought him wyth you / where have ye put hym' / Whan Rowlande vnderstode that reproche that Oger made vnto him / he wexed almost [folio T.ii.a] madde for angre / Soo toke he his swerde, and ranne vpon Ogier for to have smytte hym vpon the hede / But whan olyver sawe this, he toke Rowland by the brydelle / and the erle Guydellon toke Ogier / and thus they were departed / And thus as they were departed, and that Rowland went on his waye / came there after hym the lityll rycharde, the brother of Reynawde / that beganne to calle as hie as he myght / 'Damp Rowlande, ye goo cowardly awaye / retourne agayn that I may see your sheelde / and lete vs have a course, 1we two togyder.'1 'knyghte,' answerde Rowlande, 'I graunt therto by my feyth.' And thenne they spored theyr horses wyth theyr spores; and Rowlande cam agenste rycharde soo harde that he overthrewe hym and his horse wyth all in a hepe to the grounde. And whan rycharde sawe hymselfe thus a grounde / he rose vp quyckely and came to his horse / and lighted vp agayn wythoute ony styrop /

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And whan he was on horsbacke, he set hande on his swerde, and deffended hymself nobly 1agenste his enmye Rowlande.1 [1—1 contre ses ennemys, F. orig. p. vii.]

Whan Rowland sawe this / and that he knewe that it was one of the brethern of Reynawd, 2he had so grete Ioye of it that hym semed that he had be in paradyse / and Incontynente2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. p. vii.] he beganne to crie / 'Mountioye saynt Denis.' And sayd vpon hym, 'now, my frendes / For yf he scape vs, I shall telle it to Charlemagn.' And whan the Frenshmen sawe that Rowlande wold have rycharde taken, they set all [all repeated in text. vpon hym, so that they smote hym wyth more than fourty swerdes all at ones / and it happed so that his horse was kylled vnder hym / and he overthrowen to therth / and whan Richarde sawe his horse deed a grounde, he was right sory for it / and rose vp quyckely vpon his fete / and smote therle Antony so grete a stroke wyth his swerde that he wounded hym [folio T.ii.b] right sore / Humall the breton sawe that, and he smote Rycharde; & rycharde recovered vpon hym wyth suche a stroke] [que luy et cheval versa par terre et si le naura durement a mort, F. orig. p. viii. back.] that he felled bothe horse & man doun to the erth / 6And wyth this guydellon cam from behinde, & overthrewe richarde fro the arsons of his sadle to the grounde6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig. p. viii. back.] / And whan Rowlande sawe richard at the grounde, he cam to hym & sayd / 'Now yelde you, and abyde not that we slee you, for it were grete dommage' / 'sire,' sayd thenne richarde, 6the yongest sone of aymon,6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig. p. viii. back.] 'to you, rowlande, I shall yelde me, & to none other / For I can not yelde me to no better man than ye be one.' And wyth this he toke hym his swerde; and Rowlande receyved it wyth a goode wyll, & made the lityll richarde to light

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vpon a mewle. And thus they had hym prisoner. Alas, & what dommage shall it be if the prue richarde be hanged / he is well like to be / but that god & Mawgys delyver hym / all this myshappe sawe a servaunt of richarde. and whan he sawe that men led thus his mayster richard / he spored his horse wyth the spores, & aventured hymselfe to passe over the ryver / and cam lightly [omitted, F. orig. p. viii. back.] to reynawd, & sayd to hym / 'Syre, I bryng you evyll tydynges. Wyte that Rowlond ledeth wyth hym your brother richard for prisoner well shamfully.' Whan Reynawd vnderstode thise wordes, he was so angri for it that he had almoste lost his wyite / and after he sayd to the yoman / 'com hyder, tell me, my frende / are they that leden my broder [Richart, F. orig. p. viii. back.] ferre hens' / 'Sir,' sayd the yoman / 'ye, it is not possible that ye sholde overtake theim.' And whan Reynawde vnderstode this, he was more angry than he was to fore / and fell fro bayard in a swoune to therthe. And whan he was com agen to hymselfe / he beheld afore hym / And sawe his brother Alard come wyth his folke, that came after Reynawde by the trase / For they wende that Rychard had be goon to hym long afore theym. And whan [folio T.iii.a] [Fol. T. iii. (S. in text.)] alard sawe reynawd make suche a sorow / he came thenne to hym, & sayd in this maner, 'Ha, fayr broder, and what eylleth you / It longeth not to suche a knyghte as ye be for to make so grete a sorowe as ye doo.' 'Alard,' sayd Reynawd, 'ye have doon full yll, for I have lefte my brother richarde wyth you to kepe him / and ye have lost hym, for Rowland ledeth hym wyth hym as prisoner / and he is all redy so ferre broughte that we can not socour hym' / whan alard & guychard vnderstode thise tydynges / they began to make suche a sorowe that it was merveyll for to see

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1the lamentacion that they made1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. viii.] / 'alas,' sayd Reynawd, 'what is he that hath parted our company / to daie in the mornyng we were four bredern togider / and now we ben but thre. Ha, fayr brother richard, it is a grete dommage of you; for yf ye had lyved your age, ye shold have passed all your brethern / seenge that ye were the yongest of vs all, & yet ye were the moost hardy / and thrughe your hardynes ye are taken.' 'fayr [omitted, F. orig. p. viii.] brother,' sayd alard / 'all cometh by you, that broughte vs here agenst our wyll for to socour the kinge yon / Now have we lost richard, wherof the losse shall never be recovered, for we shall never see hym a lyve.' And whan he had sayd this, he sayd to guycharde / 'Broder, draw oute your swerde, so shall we cut of the hede of this traytour kyng yon therwyth / for whom we have now lost our broder richarde.' 'Brother,' sayd thenne Reynawde, 'I praye you, for ye love that ye have to me, that ye touche not the kyng yon 1for to doo hym ony harme1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. p. viii.] / for he hath yelded hymselfe vnto me / but bryng hym vnto mountalban, and see that he be kepte sure. And I shall abyde here wyth my good horse bayard, & flamberde my good swerde, wythoute ony other company / Soo shall I goo in to the pavylion of charlemagn, where I shall recover my brother Richard, or a nother prisoner for hym, or [folio T.iii.b] [Fol. T. iii. back. (S. in text.)] elles I shall deye wyth hym' / and whan he had said that worde, he spored bayard wyth the spores, for to have goon thyder, but alard toke hym bi the bridyll, & guychard toke hym with both his armes fro behynde for to kepe hym, that he shold not goo / and thenne alard sayd to him / 'Bi saynt peter of rome, ye shall not goo no fote there, for it is better that richard deye, yf it must be so / than ye shold deye.' And thus as the thre brethern made

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their mone [que estoit grant pitie a veoir, F. orig. p. viii.] for richarde, cam there mawgis theyr cosin, that followed theim. and whan he sawe his cosins make suche sorow / he was sore agaste, & sayd to theym / 'What eyleth you, fayr cosins / it is no worship to you, nor ye maner of good knyghtes / but of wymen, to make suche sorrowe as ye doo.' 'Cosin, cosin,' sayd alard, 'I shall tell you what causeth vs to doo so / wyte that rowland ledeth wyth hym our broder richard for his prisoner, the best knyght of the world after reynawd; and reynawd wyl go to the pavylion of charlemagn; and ye know well yf he goo there, he is but lost for evermore' / 'Reynawde,' sayd thenne mawgis, 'it were no wysdome to you yf ye went there / for your goyng shold not profyte no thyng / but go your wayes to mountalban, & I shall go there 2as ye wold have goon my self;2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. p. viii.] and yf richarde be not deed, I shall bryng hym agen wyth me vnto you all, were he shitte vp in X prisons, mawgre charlemagn.' [de france, F. orig. q. i. back.] 'Cosin,' sayd reinawd, 'I shall becom your man yf ye doo this that ye saye' / 'cosin,' sayd mawgis, 'I shall doo it wythout fawte / but leve your sorow; I shall deliver hym agen in to your handes 4hole & sounde,4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. q. i. back.] yf it playse god.' and whan he had sayd so, the bredern set theymself to the waye for to retourne to mountalban / but soo grete sorow was there never made, as the thre bredern made for their broder richard [Helas! ce dist regnault, frere richart comme cest grant dommaige de vous se vous estes mort, car oncques chevallier ne vous valut de hardiesse, ne de prouesse. Et si etiez ung yosne enfant. Et se maist dieu Je plains plus la grant bonte de vous, que Je ne fais ce que vous estes mon frere, F. orig. q. i. back, omitted in Caxton.] / And thus, makyng their grete mone, they dyd somoche that they cam to mountalban, & lighted [folio T.iv.a] from their horses in the base court, and after

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wente vp to the dongeon / And whan the noble [omitted, F. orig. q. i.] lady clare, the wyf of Reynawde, wyste that her husbonde came / she came agenste hym right glad & Ioyfull / and ledeth at ether hande of her both her yonge children / aymon & yon; and eyther of theym bare a lityll staff in his hande / and began to crie vpon their vncle / 'vassayll / but that ye be now prisoner / ye shold have deyed by our handes' / and they cam nyghe hym, & sayd / 'cursed kyng & vntrue! why have you betrayed my lord our fader, & his bredern, our vncles / that have doon to you so god servyse? certes, ye be well worthy to deye a shamfull deth' / Whan alarde herde his nevewes speke of this maner / he beganne to wepe full tendrely. And thus as he wepte, he kyssed Aymonet, that bare the name of their fader / and sayd, 'Ha, god, how ben we broughte lowe and dystroyed'! And whan the lady herde Alarde speke thyse wordes, and sawe that he wepte / she thoughte well that it was not wythoute a cause; and she sayd to alarde / 'Fayr brother, for god telle me the occasyon of your sorow.' 'Lady,' said alarde, 'wyth a good wylle [le vous diray, F. orig. q. i.] / Now wyte that we have loste our brother rychade / Rowlande ledeth hym for his prysoner to charlemagn; but yf our lord save hym, we are not like never to see hym' / 'Alas, I vnhappy! what shall we doo?' sayd the lady, 'syth that Rycharde is loste, For we shall never have honoure.' And saynge thyse wordes, she felle doun in a swoune to the erthe. And whan she was come agen to herselfe, she beganne to make soo grete a sorowe / that all they that were there had grete pyte of her / ¶ But here leveth the history to speke of Reynawd, of Alarde / and of Guycharde / and of the lady Clare / and her yonge chyldren / And retourneth to shewe of

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Mawgis, the goode knyghte, that had put hymselfe in adventure and in peyne, for to [folio T.iv.b] deliver Rycharde oute of the handes of the kynge Charlemagne.


¶ How after that Reynawd, Alarde, and Guycharde were retourned to Mountalban, after the bataylle that they had by the woode of the serpente, they made grete sorowe for the love of Rychard there broder / that was in the handes of the kynge Charlemagne / and how he was delivered by the wytte of Mawgys.

Now telleth the history / that whan Mawgys was come agayne to Mountalban / soo moche wrothe he was, that he myghte nomore, for the love of Rycharde that was take / And by cause that reynawd and his bretherne made therfore soo grete sorowe, Incontynente that he was lighted from his horse / he wente into his chambre, and made hymselfe to be dysarmed; and after he toke of all his clothes, and put hymself all naked / and this doon, he toke an herbe and ete it, and as soone that he had ete it / he swelled like a padde / and thenne toke an other herbe / and chaufed and helde it betwene his teeth / and anone he be came all blacke as a cole 2in his face, as one that is beten wyth staves2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. i.] / and his eyen reled in his hede 3as he had be other dronken or madde3 [3—3 quil sembloit quil deust mourir, F. orig. q. i.] / and dysguysed hymself wonderfully, that he that had well knowe hym afore [ne leust congneu, F. orig. q. i.] shold not thenne have sayd that he had be mawgys. And whan

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he was thus 1torned and1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. i.] countrefayt / he toke a grete mantell and a hode, and clothed hymselfe therwyth, and toke on his fete a grete payre of botes, & the staff of a pylgryme in his hande. And thus arrayed, he yssued oute of mountalban. And whan he was oute, he sette hymselfe for to goo the waye so grete pase that no horse cowde not have waloped so fast / tyll that he cam to mountbandell, byfore the tentes of themperour Charlemagn, [folio T.v.a] or ever that Rowlande were come there agayn. and there he helde hym styll, & spake no thynge at all / but loked oonly vpon the kynge & vpon his pavylion / And whan he went, he halted wyth thone fote / and lened before the kynges tente vpon his staff, and kept the one of his eyen close. And whan he sawe the kyng com out of his pavylion / he nighed hym, & sayd, 'God of heven, that suffreth deth & passion in the crosse, kepe you, kyng Charlemayn, fro deth & fro pryson, and from evyll treyson /'

'Vassall,' sayd the kyng charlemagn / 'god confounde you! for I shall never truste vpon none suche a begger as ye be / by cause of the evyll theef mawgis / the whiche hath deceyved me many tymes / for whan he wil, he is a palmer, a knyghte, or a gryfon, or elles a heremyte / be suche maner that I can not beware of hym. And yf it playse god & hys blessed moder, I shall avenge me ones vpon hym, how that the game gooth' / And whan mawgys herde themperour speke of this manere, he answered no thynge / and kepte hym styll a grete while; and after he sayd to the kyng, 'Syre, yf mawgis be a theef / all other poure folke be not so. I have more nede of helthe than I have to doo ony treyson; & it is well seen on me that I am not the body that myghte doo ony grete harme / Syr, I come from Ierusalem, where I have worshypd the holy grave, and have doon my oblacyons in the

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temple of salamon, and yet I must goo to rome & to saynt Iames in gales, and god wyll. But I dyd passe yesterdaye over balencon & over gironde [et entre dedens ung dromon, F. orig. q. ii. back.] / wyth x men, 2my servauntes,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. ii. back.] that I ledde alwayes by the waye wyth me for to kepe & defende my body. And whan I had passed over gyronde / 3I cam wyth my meyne thrughe a wood nyghe montalban3 [3—3 Je vins par dessoulz montauban, F. orig. q. ii. back.] / where I mette wyth many brygantes & theves, that slewe all my men, & al that I had thei toke [folio T.v.b] fro me, and lete me goo / and gladde I was whan soo fayr I was deliverde of theym. And after I asked of the folke of ye countrey what men they were that 5had so5 [5—5 so had, orig.] slayn my men / and they dyd telle me that they were the four sones of aymon, & a grete thef that was called mawgys 2wyth theim2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. ii. back.] / And I asked theim why they wold set theymself to so fowle a craft & vnhappy / seen that thei were so grete gentylmen born. and the peple of the countrey answerde me that they were constrained for to doo so, by cause they had soo grete poverte wythin mountalban that they wyst not what to doo / but I dyde never see so cruell a man as the same mawgis is / for he bounde my handes behinde my backe whan he had robbed me / and thenne he bete me so sore that I wende to have deyed therof / and hathe arayed me as ye see. Syr, ye be the best kynge of the worlde, & ye be lord of all this londe, wherfore I pray you, for god, that ye wyll do me right of thise four sones of aymon, & of maugis that grete theef' / And whan charlemagn vnderstode thise wordes, he righted his hede vp & sayd / 'Pilgryme, is it true as thou sayst' / 'ye, syre,' sayd mawgis / 'Now tell me thy name,' sayd charlemagn / 'Syr,' sayd mawgis, 'my name is gaydon, & I am borne in bretayn, & I am a grete man in my countrey / wherfore I requyre you, in

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the worship of the holy sepulture 1that I have soughte,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. ii. back.] that ye doo me ryght' / 'Pylgryme,' sayd Charlemagn, 'I can not have noo ryght of theim my selfe / for I promyse the! yf I had theym, all the worlde sholde not save theym, but that I sholde make theim deye a shamfull dethe.' 'Syre,' sayd thenne mawgis / 'sith that ye can doo me no righte of theym, I beseche all myghty god, that is in heven, that it playseth hym for to doo it' / 'Syre,' sayd the barons, 'this pylgryme semeth to be a goode man and a true / as I suppose / For it is well seen on hym / gyve to hym your almes [folio] yf it playse you' / And thenne the kyng commaunded that men sholde gyve hym [trente, F. orig. q. ii.] xx. li. of money / and mawgis toke theym & put it in his hode / and he sayd in himself / 'ye have gyven to me of your owne good, but ye have doon like a fole / I shall reward you right dere for it or ever I departe fro you.' and whan he had the silver, he asked after some mete, for goddys sake / for sin yesterdaye he had not eten, as he sayd / 'by my feyth,' sayd Charlemagn, 'thou shalte have 4mete & drynke4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. q. ii.] ynough.' And anone they brought to hym mete / and he set hym doun, [sur ung eschaquier, F. orig. q. ii.] & toke & ete well of the beste. [car Il en auoit mestier, F. orig. q. ii.] And the kynge sayd to hym, 'now ete fre, good pylgryme, For thou shalt be well served' / and mawgys ete styll, and answered never a worde, but be held oonly the kyng in his visage / And the kyng sayd to hym, 'tell me, pilgryme, & hide no thynge fro me / why haste thou loked so sore vpon me!' 'syre,' sayd mawgis, 'I shall tell you it wyth ryght a good wyll / Wyte that I am a well traveylled man; but in noo place that ever I was / I saw never, nether crysten man nother sarrasyn, soo goodly a prynce / ne soo curteys / as ye be one / wherof of all the pardons that I have

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wonne in my vyage makynge, I gyve you the halfe freely' / 'Certes, pylgryme,' sayd the kynge, 'and I take it gladly / And I thanke you moche therof.' And mawgis gaaf hym thenne, 1for a wytnesse of the same,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. ii.] his palmers staff 1for to kysse it.1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. ii.] Thenne said the barons / 'certenly, syre, the pylgryme hath given you a fayr gifte; ye oughte to rewarde hym well for it' / 'Syr,' sayd mawgis, 'I aske none other rewarde for it / 2but that ye wyll take my gyfte a worthe / and that I may reste me here a while / for I am very syke and wery'2 [2—2 car Je suis plus malade quil ne me fait mestier, F. orig. q. iii. back.] / And thus as ye kyng spake to mawgis, cam thenne Rowlande and Olivere, and all their folke, that broughte Rycharde for a prysoner.

[folio] And whan Ogyer and Estorfawde, the sone of Oedon / and the duke Naymes, sawe that Rowlande wolde goo to the pavylion of Charlemagne wyth Rychard, They came to Rowland and sayd to hym / 'Syre Rowland, how canne you hate Rycharde soo sore / that ye wyll yelde hym to Charlemagne' / 'Lordes,' sayd Rowlande, 'what will ye that I shall doo wyth him; te'l me and I shall doo it' / 'Syre,' sayd they, 'we wyll that ye delyver Rycharde, and ye shall saye that it was a nother prisoner.' 'Lordes,' sayd Rowland, 'yf I canne doo this, I shall doo it gladly' / All thise wordes herde a yoman, [aymon, in text orig.] that Incontynent spored his horse / and came to the kynges tente, [la ou Il vit le roy, F. orig. q. iii. back.] and sayd to Charlemagn, 'Syre, I brynge you tydynges sore strange / we have fou[g]hte by [be, orig.] the ryver syde of Balencon / where there Reynawde, the sone of Aymon, hath kept his owne right well agenst rowlande your nevewe / and setteth not a strawe by hym. And Rowlande loste there more than he wanne.' Whan the emperoure Charlemagne vnderstode that worde / he was abasshed

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gretly; and after he sayd to the yoman, 'Telle me, my frende, how was yet of my nevewe Rowland' / 'Syre,' sayd the yoman, 'he foughte [au gue de balancon, F. orig. q. iii. back.] wyth the four sones of Aymon, that deffended theymselfe well. But Rowlande hathe broughte wyth hym prisoner one of the foure sones 2of Aymon2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. iii. back.] > / the whyche is the mooste hardy & the moost valiaunt of theim all / in all poyntes.'

Charlemagne began thenne to lepe for Ioye, whan he vnderstode thise tydynges / and came oute of his tent, & behelde & sawe Rychard, that Rowlande [son nepveu, F. orig. q. iii. back.] brought. Whan Charlemagn sawe rycharde, he knew hym well incontynente, & began to crie for grete ioye that he had / 'by my soule, nevew, it is well seen that ye have be there, for elles Richarde sholde [folio T.vii.a] not have ben take' / 'Certes,' [Sire, F. orig. q. iii.] sayd Rowlande, 'well lied Ogier to you / for if he had not be / ye four sones of aimon were take as well as one' / and thenne said the kyng to richard / 'Hoursone! by the feyth that I owe to god, ye shall be hanged by the necke / but first ye shall have of evylle & of tormentes ynough.' 'sire, sayd Richarde, 'I am in your prison. I fere me not to be hanged as long as reynawd, my broder, shall may light vpon bayarde / and that mawgis be a lyve, alarde & guycharde, my righte dere bredern / for yf ye doo to me ony owtrage, no castell, ne towne, ne fortresse shall not kepe you; but that thei shall make you deye an evyll deth or two dayes be passed.' Whan charlemagn herde richard speke so proudly, he was right an angred for it, & toke a staff with both his handes, & smote Richarde therwyth vpon the hede so harde that he made the blode renne oute of it to therthe / And whan richard felt hymself thus wounded, he vaunced hymselfe / and toke the kynge wyth both his armes by the waste, &

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wrastled togyder alonge whyle, so that thei fell both doun, thone here & the other there. And Richarde 1rose vp quyckly, &1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. iii.] wolde have renne vpon charlemagn, but oger & salamon seased him & kept him therfro / and after they sayd to charlemagn, 'Sir, ye have doon overmoche amys for to bete a prisoner.' 'certes, my lordes,' sayd richard, 'it is more dishonour to the kyng for to smyte me / than it is to me for to defende my body / but he is well wonte to doo suche owtrages / for it is not the first that he hath doon, nor it shall not be the last' / And whan mawgis sawe that charlemagn had smyten richarde / he was sore an angred therfore / that he had almoste layd vpon hym [le roy, F. orig. q. iii.] wyth his palmers staff; but he thought if he had doo soo, bothe Rycharde & he shold have be deed. and whan charlemagn sawe that richard spake so boldly, he said to hym, 'richard, god confounde me yf ye scape me for all your [folio T.vii.b] wyckednes / for ye shall soone be hanged 4by the necke.'4 [4—4 en brief, F. orig. q. iii.] 'sir,' sayd richard, 'speke more courtesli, yf it playse you, for I shall see you soner be fleyn quycke than ye shall see me hange / nor ye shall not be so hardy to doo so.' 5'what somever ye prate / say, or crake'5 [5—5 Si ne meschapperez vous mye toutesfois, F. orig. q. iii.] / sayd charlemagn, 'ye shall not scape me, but ye shall be hanged or nyghte; and wold god I helde as faste your bredern, & mawgis, 6that theef,6 [6—6 omitted, F. orig. q. iii.] as I hold you now / for they sholde be hanged wyth you to bere you company, bycause ye sholde not be a ferde.' ¶ All thus as richarde strove with charlemagn / he torned hymself & sawe mawgis behynde him, that held hymself styll lenyng vpon his staff; and he knewe hym well, wherof he was well glad, for he wyste well he shold not deye sith mawgis was there. And whan richard had seen mawgis, he was sure of his liff, & sayd to charlemagn,

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'syre, where shall I be hanged, tell me?' / 'certes,' sayd charlemagn, 'at the gibet of mountfawcon; & there shall your bredern may se you, & mawgys your cosyn' / 'Sire, it is no reyson that suche a man as I am sholde be hanged / but make peas wyth vs, & ye shall doo wysly / & yf ye doo not soo, ye shall sore repent it, as I trowe.' And whan mawgis had herde all that he wold here, he made no lenger taryeng / but he went out of the pavyllion & said no worde / and whan he was out of it, he began to walke so grete a pas that no horse myght not have folowed hym, and passed thrugh the wood of the serpent, & dyd somoche that he cam to mountalban, where he fonde Reynaud & his folke, that wayted for hym / And whan reynawd saw him com wythout richard, he was full sory, so that he fell doun in a swoune / and alard & guychard toke him vp & sayd to hym, [Sire Regnault beau frere, F. orig. q. iv.] 'Fair broder, ye doo as a childe / ye ought not to make suche sorow' / 'holde your peas, traytours,' sayd reynawd / 2'for ye have lost the beste knyght of the [word, orig.] worlde,2 [2—2 dieu vous confonde car par vostre deffaulte a este perdu le meilleur chevallier du monde, car se vous leussiez suiuy; il neust mye este prins mais vous ny ousastes mye aler pour crainte. Et aussi vous ne vouliez point que Je y alasse pour le secourir car Je y eusse bien este a temps. Or lavons nous perdu ne Jamais ne le verrons, F. orig. q. iv.] For I see Mawgys come alone, [folio T.viii.a] wherfore I beleve that Richard is deed / for if he were a lyve, Mawgis wold have brought him wyth hym, For he never myssed of no thyng that he toke in hand' / And whan alard & guychard vnderstode thise wordes / thei toke therof so grete a sorow that they fell both doun in a swoune to therth / And whan they were com agen to theymself, they made so grete sorowe that it was pyte for to see; and this hangyng, cam there Mawgis. And whan he saw the grete sorowe that his cosins made, he was wrothe for it, And sayd to them,

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'What eyleth you, fayr cosins, that ye make so evyll chere' / 'Alas, mawgis,' sayd Reynawde / 'what is doon of our broder richard?' 'Cosin,' sayd mawgis, 'richard is yet in prison; but charlemagne hath sayd that he shall make hym to be hanged at the gybet of mountfawcon / And hath sayd that he shall not kepe hym longe alyve, leest ye & I shold rescue hym. And here is xx. [trente, F. orig. q. iv.] li of money that charlemagn hath gyve me in hys pavylyon, and made me have bothe mete & drinke at my plaisur. [au pres de luy, F. orig. q. iv.] Now shall it be seen yf ye love Rychard, and yf ye be a goode knyghte or not; for ye must socoure & delyver hym by force of armes, or elles he shall deye, for all the world shall not kepe hym otherwyse therfro.'

Reynawd was well recomforted whan he herd 3maugis speke;3 [3—3 ses parolles, F. orig. q. iv. back.] > & after he sayd / 'sith that it is so that Richard is yet alive, yf I had but myself, my brethern & mawgis, yet sholde I kepe richard fro deth, mawgre the power of charlemagne' / and thenne mawgys, wythout ony long abidyng, toke of his cope & his hode, and toke an herbe & ete it, and anone the swellyng went fro him [et puis se arma, F. orig. q. iv. back.] / and whan he was armed, he presented hymself to reynawd [moult honnorablement, F. orig. q. iv.] / and incontynent al his bredern put theymself in armes / And anone they toke their waye towarde mountfawcon / And whan they were come to a bowe shotte nyghe from it, Reynawde sayd to his folke / 'Lordes, yf ever [folio T.viii.b] ye loved me / thynke for to doo now so moche that my brother rycharde may be rescued from this shamfull deth. For I promyse you that I shall brynge hym wyth me, or elles I and my brethern & Mawgys shall deye wyth hym' [et Ils sont tieulx comme vous scaues, F. orig. q. iv. back.] / 'Syre,' sayd his men, 'doubte not of vs / for we shall doo our devoyre' / 'brother,' sayd

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thenne Alarde, 'lete vs lighte here doun / and lete vs hide ourself wythin that busshe that we se yonder; for yf we were seen, the frenshemen myght kylle our broder rychad or ever they wolde come.' 'Broder,' sayd Reynawde / 'ye speke wysely' / and thenne they lighted doun a fote, and put theymself in a bushemente wythin a wode [de sappin, F. orig. q. iv. back.] 2that was nyghe Mountfawcon,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. iv. back.] Reynawd at the right side of it / Alard at the lefte side, and wyth hym Guycharde & Mawgys /

Well, ye have herde how thei were sent to the playn of valcolours, and the payne that Reynawde & his bredern suffred; and thenne howe they wente & socoured kynge yon of Gascoyn, that had betrayed theim / And how Reynawde dyde fyghte wyth Rowland, wherof he was sore trayveylled / and had ben all redy thre dayes wythoute slepe, and therfore ye ought not be merveylled yf Reynawd, his bredern, & mawgis fell a slepe / and, to saye the trouth, assone as Reynawd, his bredern, & mawgis were enbusshed vnder the sapyn trees, thei fell in to so harde a slepe that thei forgate richard / Now god, for his pite / have pite vpon him, 2and kepe hym2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. iv. back.] / For otherwyse he muste deye /

Now shall we telle you of Charlemagne, that was in his pavylion. he called to hym the duke Naymes & rychard of normandy, & sayd to theym, 'Lordes, what counseyll gyve you me? ye knowe that rychard the sone of aymon is of grete power / I fere me that reynawd shal com to socour him whan I shall sende him for to be hanged, & therfore I must sende [ung tieul homme de ma part, F. orig. q. v.] [folio V.i.a] company for to withstande reynawde, his bredern, & Mawgis.' And thus as the kyng and the duke Naymes spake togyder, he loked before hym & saw

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Berenger of valoys / and called hym, & sayd to hym / 'Berenger, ye are of my men, For ye hold of me scotlond & wales / ye oughte to come serve me in Fraunce wyth all your pouer every yere ones whan I have nede. I shall now quyte you & relesse vnto you all the servyse that ye owe me, to you & to your eyres for evermore, soo that ye wyll take [aillez pendre richart, F. orig. q. v.] Richard, the sone of Aymon, 2and see that he be hanged & strangeled at Mountfawcon.2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. v. back.] And yf Reynawde com there for to rescue hym / I praye you that ye wyll take in hande my quarell.' 'Sire,' sayd Berenger, 'I see well now that ye love me but a lityll / whan ye sende me to doo suche a dede. it were to me a grete shame yf I dyd it; for no thynge that is to my disworshippe, I wyll not doo wyth my good wylle / and also ye ought not to conseylle me to it, nor suffre me to doo so. Yet have I lever to serve you, as mi dute is for to doo, than that I shold doo the same that ye wolde put me to.' And whan Charlemain sawe that Berenger wold not doo it / he called to hym therle Guydellon, & sayd to hym, 'Guydellon, ye be my man, & holdeth Bavire of me; and ye ought to serve me at ony tyme that I call you, with thre [deux, F. orig. q. v.] thousande men / yf ye wyll goo hange Richarde, 2the sone of aymon / I shall make you free, &2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. v. back.] I shall gyve you ye cyte of mascon' / 'I wyll not doo it,' sayd therle Guydellon; 'but I telle you for certeyn that Richard shall have noo harme if I may helpe hym fro it to my power.' Thenne sayd Charlemagn, 'goo oute of my sighte / for ye be no good man' / And thenne he sayd to rychard, 'by god, yet shall ye be hanged in dispite of theym' / Thenne called Charlemagne Oger the dane, & sayd to hym, 'Ogier, ye be my man. it is shewed vnto me that ye dyd [folio V.i.b] the

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other daye treyson agenste me in the playn of Valcolours, for love of Reynawde / Now shall it be seen now yf it is true or not / Yf ye wyll goo hange Richarde, I shall gyve you the cyte of Lion. And I shall holde you quyte of all the servyse that ye owe me, & your eyres also, for evermore.' 'By the feith that I owe to you, sire, I shall not doo it, for ye wote how Richarde is my cosin germayn; and I telle you, that who soever shall hange Rycharde 1the sone of Aymon,1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. v. back.] I defy hym, and I shall helpe Reynawde wyth all my power' / 'Go fro me,' sayd charlemagn, 'goodys curse have ye / nevertheles, by my berde, yet shall he be hanged' / And whan he had sayd so / he called to hym the bysshop Turpyn, & sayd to hym, 'Ye bysshop, I shall make you pope 1of rome1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. v. back.] yf ye wyll hange Rychard.' 'syre,' sayd the bysshop Turpyn / 'What saye ye / ye knowe well that I am a preest / and ye wyll that I shold hange folke / yf I dyd so, I shold lese my masse, & be regulet / and also ye knowe well that Richarde is my cosin / wolde ye that I sholde commytte treyson vpon my kynsmen / certes, it were agenst reyson' / 'Soo helpe you god,' sayd Charlemagn, 2'ye leve it neyther for kynred nor for masse, but as a cowarde; ye leve it only for fere that your crowne sholde be bete.'2 [2—2 vous le laissez plus pource quil est vostre parent que pour dieu ne pour vostre messe, F. orig. q. v. back.]

Thenne called Charlemagn, Salamon of breten, & sayd to hym, 'Salamon, ye knowe well that ye be my man, & that ye holde breten of me / I shall gyve you ye duchie of Ansom, yf ye wyll hange Richarde, 1the sone of Aymon.'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. v. back.] 'Syr,' answerde Salamon / 'yf it playse you to commaunde me ony other thynge, I wyll be redy to doo it wyth a good wyll, but this I wyll not doo / And I telle you for certeyn, that

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rycharde shall have noo harme, yf I maye' / 'Salamon,' sayd the kyng / 'ye be a traytour, sith that ye wyll not doo my commaundement.' And after this he sayd, 'Rycharde, I wyll that ye [folio V.ii.a] know well that ye shall be hanged in dyspyte of all thy kynsmen' / 'Sir,' sayd Richard / 'peraventure it shall be otherwyse than ye wene.' and thenne Charlemagn tourned hymself towarde Rowlande, and sayd to hym / 'Fayr nevewe, goo & see that he be hanged, I praye you / for it is well reyson that ye doo thoffyce, sith that all the frenshemen have faylled me / & also ye have taken hym / wherfore ye must nedes hange hym; and I shall gyve you Coleyn vpon the ryn, & soo many other countreys that ye shall have ynoughe.' 'Syr,' answerde Rowlande, 'yf I dyde this, I shold be taken for a traytour / For I have answered Richarde a fore that I toke hym, that he shold have noo harme of his body; and yf ye make hym deye, no man shall never truste me vpon my feyth / Wherfore I praye the xii peres of Fraunce, that none of theym wyll take the charge vpon hym for to see hym hanged / for yf he were hanged / I sholde be dyffamed / And I promyse you, that who shall hange Richarde, I shall goo to Reynawde / and shall put myself in hys pryson / and yf he wyll pardonne me his broders deth, I shall helpe hym vndre my othe agenste all men wyth thre thousande fyghtyng men, well arrayed on horsbacke' / 'Nevewe,' sayd Charlemagne, 2'the devyll spede you / ye ben all false vnto me.'2 [2—2 de dieu soyes vous mauldit, F. orig. q. vi.]

And whan Charlemagn sawe that he myght not bringe his wyll aboute 3for to hange Rycharde,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. q. vi.] he was soo wrothe 4that he shoke for angre,4 [4—4 quil ne scauoit que faire, F. orig. q. vi.] and rose vpon his fete, & sayd / 'Lordes, ye knowe well that I

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am the sone of kyng Pepyn, & of the quene Bethe. my fader was norished in Fraunce, and I fled in to Spayn to Alaffre vpon the see; and there I dyd many merveilles of armes that I was made knyght, & dyde conquere salienne, my love, that forsake XV. kynges bering crowne for my sake; and she cam with me in to [la doulce france, F. orig. q. vi. back.] Fraunce, [folio V.ii.b] and thenne I was crowned kynge 3accordynge to the right of my patrymonye3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. q. vi. back.] / and thenne I dyde wed the sayd lady galiene wyth right grete ioye, & wende to have had my royame in peas / but the same day that I was crowned, the xii peres of Fraunce purposed to have made me deye at cristmasse nexte folowyng / but our lord sent me an angell / and made hym to telle me that I shold goo hide myselfe / the whiche I dyde so, & I durste not saye agenste it / nor I wyst not where I sholde hide me / but god wold that I sholde fynde Bason, a grete theef / that brought me in to a pytte; and this hangyng, men conspired my deth / but Bason [Bazyn, in text orig.] shewed me all togyder, & thorughe his ayde I toke myn enmyes; and I punysshed theym afterwarde at my wylle; and so shall I do by you / yf there be ony that wyll doo contrary to my wyll. And I am delibered to enquere eche of you by this maner, for to see who shall be false or true to me.' Whan Charlemagn had sayd this, he torned towarde the sone of Oedon, & sayd to hym / 'Escouff, com forthe! I have brought you to grete honour, & we have norysshed you full derely. ye knowe that ye holde Langres of me; yet shall I doo to you moche more good than I have doon, for I shall gyve to you therldomes of mountferraunt & of clermount, so that ye will goo hang that hourson rychard' / 'Sir,' sayd escouff, 'ye wote well that moreoedon holdeth all the

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lond that ye speke of, and I had never no [ne, in text.] thing therof / but I am felaw wyth Rowland in armes; and whan I shall be lord of that londe my father holdeth in his hande, I shall fulfyll your commaundement' [et vostre volente, F. orig. q. vi.] / 'By saynt Denys of Fraunce, ye must goo see that he be hanged,' sayd charlemain, 3'& I shall make you lord of moo londes.'3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. q. vi.] 'Sir,' sayd estorfawde / 'is it erneste that ye speke?' 'ye,' sayd Charlemagn. 'By my hede, syre,' sayd Estorfawde / 'Ye wolde not be wyth me for to see Rycharde hange, for halfe [folio V.iii.a] of your royame' / Whan the kyng herde that he was thus repreved / he toke a staff, & caste it after Estorfawde [pour le frapper, F. orig. q. vi.] / but Estorfawd sterte from his place, and 6the staff brake in peces agenste a post6 [6—6 le baston ala frapper au rubant si grant coup que le baston en ala en deux pieces, F. orig. q. vi.] / And whan the xii. peres sawe that / they wente all out of the pavylion of Charlemagn. And whan that charlemagn retorned hym / and sawe that none of all the xii peres wolde abyde there wyth hym, Thenne he sayd to the duke Naymes, 'where be my xii peres goon?' 'Syr,' sayd the duke Naymes / 'they ben all goon oute of your pavylion / and not wythout a cause, for it becometh not to suche a 3noble3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. q. vi.] kynge as ye be, for to smyte his barons / for ye shold be sore blamed.'

Thenne whan Charlemagn sawe this, he called to hym Rychard of montrolonde, [de rolant, F, orig. q. vi.] & sayd to hym / 'Com forthe, Rycharde of montrolonde [de rolant, F, orig. q. vi.] / here what I shall tell you. ye know well that ye be one of theym that I love best in this worlde, but ye must doo one thynge at my request / It is that ye wil goo hange Richard, the sone of Aymon, at the gybet of mountfawcon' / Thenne Rychard of montrolonde answerde,

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'Sir, I shall doo so wyth a good wyll / for I am your man, & soo I oughte not to refuse your commaundement / but, by my soule, syre emperour / yf ye wyll that I goo hange Richard, ye shall come wyth me with a thousand knyghtes well armed / and I shall hange hym where soever it playse you / And yf Reynawd & his bredern com there to rescue / I shall ieoparde my owne body for to save yours. Now see yf ye wyll do this or no, for none otherwyse wyll I not goo there one fote.' 'Goo from me, gloton,' sayd Charlemagn / 'goddys curse have thou' /

The kynge thenne called to hym the duke Naymes, and sayd to hym, 'What counseylle gyve you' / 'Syre,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'goode / yf ye wyll beleve me. [folio V.iii.b] Syre, ye wote that Reynawde, his brethern, and Mawgis, are of the best knyghtes of Fraunce / as every man knoweth well / this werre hath lasted ryght longe, For it is wel xvi. yeres that it began fyrste / and many a noble knyghte hath be slayn for the same / yf it playse you, ye shall sende worde 2to Reynawde,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. vii.] to Alarde, Guychard, & Mawgis, that they wyll becom your men / and ye shall deliver agen vnto theym their brother Rychard 2alyve,2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. vii.] and that ye wyll doo make reynawde & alarde of the xii. peres of Fraunce. And whan Reynawd & his bredern shall see that ye have doon to theim soo grete worship, they shall serve you wyth good herte, and so that ye shall con theim grete thanke for it / and I ensure you ye shall be the more dred & more redoubted for cause of them. and yf ye have ones the four bredern & Mawgis their cosin 3to your frendes3 [3—3 tous ensemble, F. orig. q. vii.] / there shall be no prynce in all crystendome so hardy that dare move werre agenst you / and I promyse you, sire, that the more ye kepe this werre agenste theym / the more shall ye lose therby / and,

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moreover, they be all of our house by theyr fader Aymon / this knowe ye well / and therfore I can not hate theim by noo wise' / 'Naymes,' sayd charlemagne, 'I wyll not doo so / for they all have doon amys agenst [aienst, in text.] me, and so shall I doo hange Rycharde, bi the feyth of my body' / 'Syr,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'ye shall not doo so, & god wil, For he is of grete lynage, & of our lynage / for we sholde never maye suffre it nor endure, and ye also sholde be blamed full sore for it. But & ye wyll make hym deye, I shall gyve you better counseylle' / 'Telle me how,' sayd Charlemagn / 'and I shall doo it / yf it semeth me good' / 'Syr,' sayd the duke Naymes, 'sith it playse you that Rycharde shall deye, lete hym be caste in to a depe prison vnder the erthe, and make hym to be kepte surely 2there in that he scape not awaye2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. vii. back.] / and commaunde [folio V.iv.a] that noo mete at all be broughte to hym / and so shall he deye for hungre. And ye shall not be blamed yf ye doo soo' / 'Naymes,' sayd Charlemagne / 'ye doo iape wyth me / I knowe it well / whan ye doo telle me this / Ye knowe well that Maugys is to grete a nygremancer / For I shold never maye kepe Rycharde in pryson, but that mawgys wolde have hym oute thorughe his crafte / and therfore I wyll not doo as ye saye' / Thenne came Ogyer the dane / and sayd to the duke Naymes, 'Ye make to longe a sermon; lete the kynge doo wyth it as it playseth hym; For the more that ye praye him, and the worse shall he doo / but he shall make peas whan he see that he canne none otherwyse doo / But this daye shall be seen who loveth Rycharde' [et combien que son lignaige soit huy tourne dune part et se Il y a nul qui luy face mal, je les deffie de moy, F. orig. q. vii. bk.] / And whan Ogyer had sayd this / he wente oute of the pavylion, and Escouff wyth hym, and Rychard of Normandy, the bysshop Turpyn, and Guydellon of Bavyre / and made

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their folke to be armed. And whan they were armed, they were well xii thousande men. And thenne ogier beganne to crie wyth a hie voys / [Damps roy, F. orig. q. vii. back.] 'Now shall it be seen who shall be so hardy for to lede Rycharde 2the sone of Aymon2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. vii. back.] to hangynge / For suche shall brynge hym that never shall come agayn / but he be hedles' / and oger wente into the pavylion where Rychard was / that was bounde bothe handes & fete, and was blindefelde. And whan Ogier sawe rycharde that was thus arrayed, he had of hym grete pyte; soo wente he to hym to have delivered hym / but he advysed hymselfe / & sayd that he shold not doo it, but he wolde tary for to see an ende of it, what the kyng shold doo therof. And whan Rychard herde Ogyer speke, he called to hym, & sayd in the presence of the duke Naymes, and of Rycharde of normandy, of Guydellon 3of bavyre,3 [3—3 omitted, F. orig. q. vii. back.] and of the bysshop Turpyn / and of Rowland, that thenne happed to come there / [folio V.iv.b] 'Fayr lordes, I knowe well that yf it were at your playsur ye wolde lete me go quyte; and all ynoughe ye have traveylled yourselfe for me, wherof I thanke you right moche; but sith that I muste nedes be broughte to the galohous / It is better that I, poure, vnhappy, deye alone / than that ye sholde have ony harme for my sake; wherfore loke that ye lose not the good grace of Charlemagne / and I praye you that ye wyll goo vnto hym, & tell hym that he doo his wyll vpon me, for I have lever deye shortly / than to lyve longe in sorowe.' Whan Ogier sawe Richard speke soo, he was so sory for it that he felle almost doun to the grounde for grete sorow in a swoune, [et quant Il fut revenu Il dist a Richart, F. orig. q. vii. back.] and sayd to Rychard in angre, 'What saist thou, fole destestable, Wylte thou be hanged? for yf we sayd the same that thou sayst to Charlemagn / all the golde of the worlde

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shold not save the, but that thou sholdest soone be hanged 1bi the necke.'1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. vii. back.] 'I care not,' sayd Rychard, 'hap as it hap wyll.' And thenne he tourned hymself toward Rowland, & sayd to hym / 'I pardonne you, 1sire1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. vii. back.] Rowlande, here & afore god, the feith that ye have promised me / and that ye gaaff me whan ye toke me afore balancon' / And whan Ogyer herd this he wexed almost mad for grete angre, and sayd to Rowlande, 'Syr, beleve not Richarde, for he speketh as a man that is vexed in his spyrites, and not wythout a grete cause / but kepe to hym the feyth that ye have promysed hym, for it shall be your 1grete1 [1—1 omitted, F. orig. q. vii. back.] worship yf ye doo so' / 'Ogier,' sayd Rowlande, 'doubt not / I shall kepe to Rycharde all that I have promysed hym, & more.' Whan Richarde herd that worde, he called to him oger, & sayd / 'Fayr cosin, for god, kepe your peas / for I have seen here mawgis ryghtnow / and I wote well he hath not forgoten me / For by the feyth that I owe to you, suche shall lede me to the gibet that shall soone lose his hede, and many other moo wyth hym.' [folio V.v.a] 'Cosin,' sayd Ogyer, 'is it trouth that ye saye that ye have seen Mawgis here' / 'Ye,' sayd Richard, 'withoute ony fawte.' Thenne sayd Ogier, 'blessed be the good lorde of this tydynges / now have I noo doubte of Rycharde / sith that my cosin knoweth of it.' And thenne all the xii peres of Fraunce lighted a fote / and cam to Charlemagn & sayd to hym / 'Sir, we ben all your men sworn to you. All that we have sayd & doon / we dyde it for to see whether we myghte have deliverde our cosin [richart, F. orig. q. viii.] 4from deth by your good wyll4 [4—4 omitted, F. orig. q. viii.] / but sith that it playseth not to you that he be saved, & that ye wyll that he be hanged, we wyll not speke no more agenst it / by cause that ye angre yourselfe to sore /

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Now sende Rycharde to be hanged by whom ye wyll / for he shall not be letted of vs therfro' /

Thenne sayd Charlemayn, 'by my feith now ye speke well & wisly, and now I pardonne you all' [mon mal talant, F. orig. q. viii.] / And thenne charlemagn called to hym Rypus of Riplemonde, & sayd to him, 'Rypus, yf ye wyll doo so moche for me that ye wyll goo hange Rychard / I shall make the lord of grete londes / and ye shall be my chambreleyn all your liff' / 'Syr,' sayd Ripus, 'I am all redy to fulfylle your commaundement / for Reynawde slewe my vncle be side balencon.' 'Ye speke now well,' sayd ogyer / 'ye shall be a cowarde but yf ye avenge yourself at this tyme' / And whan Ripus vnderstode Ogyer speke thus, he thoughte hymselfe the more sure for it, And 2right humble & courtesly2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. q. viii.] he kneled doun tofore themperour Charlemagne, and kyssed his fete, & after he sayd to him / 'Syre, I am ordeyned for to doo you servyse & your commaundement. Yf it playse you, ye shall make me sure that whan I shall com agen fro the hangynge of Rycharde, that none of your xii peres shall not awaite me none evyll tourne for it afterwarde' / 'Bi my feyth,' sayd Charlemagne, 'I wyll doo soo wyth a good wyll.' [folio V.v.b] And thenne he sayd to Rowlande and to Olyvere / and to all the twelve peres of Fraunce / 'Lordes, [par ma fois, F. orig. q. viii.] I wyll that ye promyse hym that he shall not be hurt by none of you, nor in tyme to come by noo maner of wyse / by cause I make hym to hange Rycharde.' The whiche thynge all the xii peres promysed hym wyth a good wylle. And whan Rypus had taken the othe of the xii peres of Fraunce for his surety / he wente to his owne tente / and made him to be armed / and whan he was armed, he lighted on horsbacke / and cam before

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kynge Charlemagn / And whan themperour sawe hym / he sayd to hym, 'Rypus, take a thousande knyghtes wyth you for to kepe you / and yf Reynawd or Mawgys come there, take theym & hange theym wyth rycharde.' 'Syr,' sayd ripus / 'I shall doo your commaundement.' And thenne the kynge made theym deliver rycharde / and whan ripus had hym, he put hym to the waye, & mounted richard vpon a mewle / and put a halter at his necke, & so ledde hym forth, like as it had be a stronge [omitted, F. orig. q. viii.] theef, and brought him before the pavylion of charlemagn. And whan the kyng sawe him, he was glad of it, and sayd to rypus, [mon amy vengez moy de ce truant. Sire dist ripus... F. orig. q. viii.] 'Wolde god that all thother sones of Aymon were in the plighte that richard is now in / For I sholde well avenge you / and myselfe also vpon theim.'

Whan the frenshemen saw rychard that was led to hangynge so vilainously, they began to make suche a sorowe for hym that it was merveille / soo that none so grete was never seen / Rypus rode on his waye, & dyde somoche that he cam to Mountfawcon. And whan rypus dyde see the galous sette vp / he sayd to rycharde, 'By god, richarde, see yonder is your lodgyng, where ye shall be hanged by myn owne handes [a grant vilite, F. orig. q. viii.] / this daye shall be avenged the deth of foulques, [de morillon, F. orig. q. viii.] my vncle, that Reynaude slewe besides Balencon. The socoures of [folio] Mawgis is now ferre fro you, for he can not kepe you, but that I shall hang you now in dispite of Reynawd & of your other brethern' / Whan Richard herde Rypus speke so proudly, & sawe that he was so nighe the gibet / and that he sawe noo socours comyng of noo parte / he was sore agast & a ferde / and thoughte he wold kepe Ripus wyth wordes, & sayd to hym, 'Rypus, for god have pyte vpon me! For I am noo

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man that shold be hanged by rayson / but I ought to be delivered by you; and yf ye wyll delyver me / I shall gyve you two hundred marke weyghte of fyne golde, & I shall make you a grete lord' / 'Certes, Richard,' sayd Ripus, 'ye speke for noughte / for I wold not leve you but that ye shall be hanged, for x of the best cytees of Fraunce.' 'Rypus,' sayd Rychard / 'sith that ye wyll not have pyte vpon my body / have pyte vpon my soule. And I praye you, asmoche as I can, that ye wyll make a preest com to me for to shryve me.' 'Certes,' sayd Rypus, 'ye shall have one wyth right good wyll.' And thenne he made come a preest, som sayen that it was a bysshop, for to shryve Richard / the whiche began to shryve hymself, & shewed to the prest 1many moo synnes1 [1—1 dix fois plus de pechiez, F. orig. r. i.] than ever he dyd in his dayes / and this he dyd for to 2lengthe the tyme / and2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. r. i.] to see yf he shold have ony socours or noo. And whan Rychard sawe that his helpe cam not, he wexed almost mad, and sayd to his confessour / 'Syr, I wote not what I shold more say / gyve me absolucyon' / and he gaff him penaunce according to the terme of his liff / and the confessor went from him all wepyng. And whan Rypus sawe that Rychard was confessed / he came to hym & put the halter aboute his necke / and made hym mounte vpon the ladder, & dyd shit the cheyn 2wherat he shold hang2 [2—2 omitted, F. orig. r. i.] / & whan richard [Quant richart fut monte sur leschielle, F. orig. r. i.] sawe that his bredern cam not for to save him / he wende none other but that he shold have deyed