The Lyfe of Ipomydon / Hue de Rotelande

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The Lyfe of Ipomydon / Hue de Rotelande
Author
Hue de Rotelande
Editor
Tadahiro Ikegami
Publication
Seijo University
1983
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"The Lyfe of Ipomydon / Hue de Rotelande." In the digital collection Corpus of Middle English Prose and Verse. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/Ipomydon. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2025.

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Ipomydon drew hym nye tho Line 139 And ofte he herkenyd to and fro; Line 140 When he herd of hir so speke, Line 141 [folio 56r] Hym thought his herte wold tobreke, Line 142 But if he myght se þat mayde, Line 143 To wete if she were as they seyde; Line 144 Off hyr he had suche a thoght Line 145 That in mornyng he was broght, Line 146 And so he mornythe nyght and day, Line 147 But yit to no man wold he sey. Line 148 By than come forthe syr Tholomew, Line 149 That was hys master good and trewe. Line 150 "Gode syr,' he sayd, "for charyte, Line 151 Telle me who hathe grevyd the, Line 152 And why thou makyst þis mornynge. Line 153 I swere by Jesu, heuyn-kynge, Line 154 He shall abye on somme manere, Line 155 But if it be thy fader dere.' Line 156 "Nay, master,' he sayd, "not soo. Line 157 I shalle you telle or that I go, Line 158 But if I haue the helpe of the Line 159 Joye thou getest neuyr of me, Line 160 For now to you, syr, I will sey: Line 161 Myne hert ys sette vppon a may, Line 162 That she may nevir oute of my thoght, Line 163

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But I hyr se I worthe to noght. Line 164 The eyre of Calabre forsothe it is, Line 165 That men speke of so myche blysse; Line 166 But if I may þat lady serve, Line 167 For care and sorow my hert wille sterve!' Line 168 Tholomew sayd, "Lette be this wille! Line 169 Thynke ye now youreselfe to spille? Line 170 Ye ar the kynges son and hys eyre, Line 171 And may haue maryages gode and feyre; Line 172 There ys no man in Crystente Line 173 Þat richer maryages may haue þan ye!' Line 174 "Master, these wordis avaylethe noght; Line 175 But if I do as I haue thoght, Line 176 And to hyr go, as I you saye, Line 177 I dye for hyr withoute deley!' Line 178 Sir Tholomew sayd, "Sythe it is so, Line 179 That ye may not hyr forgo, Line 180 I shall go vnto the kynge Line 181 And gete you leve, withoute lettynge, Line 182 That ye may go, sir, at your wille, Line 183 And se the mayden all youre fille.' Line 184 Sir Tholomew forthe gan goo, Line 185 And to þe kynge he went tho; Line 186 Vppon his knees he hym sette Line 187 And the kyng full feyre he grette: Line 188 "Sir, of one thyng I you prey, Line 189 Besechyng you to sey not nay, Line 190 Off your sonne, Ipomydon, Line 191 For he thynkith to be a man: Line 192

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Off youre courte and youre norture Line 193 He hathe wele lernyd, I you ensure; Line 194 He wold wend into strange contre Line 195 More in service for to bee; Line 196 So that ye take it not at greffe, Line 197 Full feyne he wolde prey you of leffe, Line 198 And I shall make me redy Line 199 To wend with hym in companye Line 200 And serve hym as his owne knyght Line 201 And honoure hym with all my myght.' Line 202 Than seyd Hermones the kynge: Line 203 "Iff this be his owne desyrynge Line 204 I am well payed of his wille, Line 205 For his askyng I hold skille; Line 206 And now I wote thou arte my frend Line 207 Sithe þat thow wilt with hym wend; Line 208 Take you inough of all thynge Line 209 And loke ye wante no spendynge!' Line 210 Sir Tholomew forthe gan goo Line 211 And to Ipomydon come he tho, Line 212 And sayd, "Syr, withoute lesynge, Line 213 Your fadir hathe grantid youre askynge; Line 214 He bad þat ye nothyng shuld spare, Line 215 And myself shall with you fare.' Line 216 [folio 57r] "I pray God thanke you, master dere, Line 217 That ye me love I may se here.' Line 218 Than they busked theym to goo, Line 219 Horse they toke and harnesse also; Line 220 Off all thynge they wantid none. Line 221

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Now to his fader the child is gone; Line 222 On knees he felle byfore the kynge Line 223 And prayd hym of his dere blissynge: Line 224 "That blissyng haue þou, my sonne trew, Line 225 That Marye gaff hyr sonne Jesu.' Line 226
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