Le Morte Darthur / by Syr Thomas Malory ; the original edition of William Caxton now reprinted and edited with an introduction and glossary by H. Oskar Sommer ; with an essay on Malory's prose style by Andrew Lang
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Le Morte Darthur / by Syr Thomas Malory ; the original edition of William Caxton now reprinted and edited with an introduction and glossary by H. Oskar Sommer ; with an essay on Malory's prose style by Andrew Lang
Author
Malory, Thomas, Sir, 15th cent.
Editor
Caxton, William, ca. 1422-1491, Sommer, H. Oskar (Heinrich Oskar), b. 1861
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London: David Nutt
1889
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¶ Capitulum xiiij
THenne they rode thre or foure dayes and neuer mette
with aduenture / and by happe they were lodged with
a gentyll man that was a ryche man and well at ease / And
as they sat at her souper balyn herd ouer complayne
greuously by hym in a chayer / what is this noyse said balen / forsothe
said his hoost I wylle telle yow / I was but late att a
Iustynge / and there I Iusted with a knyghte that is broder vnto
kynge Pellam / and twyes smote I hym doune / & thenne
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he promysed to quyte me on my best frynde / and so he
wounded my sone that can not be hole tyll I haue of that knyghtes
blood / and he rydeth alwey Inuysyble / but I knowe not his
name / A sayd Balyn / I knowe that knyght / his name is
Garlon / he hath slayne two knyghtes of myn in the same
maner / therfor I had leuer mete with that knyght than alle the
gold in this realme / for the despyte he hath done me / wel said
his ooste I shalle telle yow kynge Pellam of lystyneyse hath
made do crye in all this countrey a grete feest that shal be
within these xx dayes / & no knyght may come ther but yf he
brynge his wyf wyth hym / or his peramour / & that kynȝte youre
enemy and myn ye shalle see that daye / Thenne I behote yow
sayd Balyn parte of his blood to hele youre sone with alle /
we wille be forward to morne sayd his oost / So on the morne
they rode all thre toward Pellam / and they had xv dayes
Iourney or they cam thyder / and that same day began the greete
feeste / and soo they alyght and stabled theyr horses / and went
in to the Castel / but balyns oost myght not be lete in by cause
he had no lady / thenne Balyn was wel receyued & brought
vnto a chamber and vnarmed hym / and there were brought
hym robes to his pleasyr / and wold haue had Balen leue
his swerd behynde hym / Nay sayd Balen that doo I not for
it is the customme of my Countrey a knyghte alweyes to
kepe his wepen with hym and that customme wylle I kepe / or
els I wyll departe as I cam / thenne they gaf hym leue to
were his swerd / and so he wente vnto the castel / and was sette
amonge knyghtes of worship and his lady afore hym /
Soone balyn asked a knyght / is ther not a knyghte in this court
whos name is Garlon / yonder he goth sayd a knyght / he with
the blak face / he is the merueyllest knyȝt that is now lyuyng
for he destroyeth many good knyghtes / for he goth Inuysyble
A wel said Balen is that he / thēne balyn auysed hym long
yf I slee hym here I shall not scape / And yf I leue hym now
perauentur I shalle neuer mete with hym ageyne at suche a
steuen / and moche harme he wille doo and he lyue / Ther with
this Garlon aspyed that this Balen behelde hym / and
thenne he came and smote Balyn on the face with the bak of his
hand / and sayd knyȝt why beholdest thow me so for shame
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therfor ete thy mete and doo that thow cam for / Thow sayst
sothe said Balyn / this is not the fyrst despyte that thow hast
done me / and therfor I will doo that I cam for and rose vp
fyersly and claue his hede to the sholders / gyue me the truncheon
sayd Balyn to his lady where with he slewe your knyghte /
anone she gaf it hym / for alwey she bare the troncheon with her
And therwith Balyn smote hym thurgh the body / and sayd
openly with that truncheon thow hast slayn a good knyghte /
and now it stycketh in thy body / And thenne Balyn called
vnto hym his hoost / sayenge / now may ye fetche blood ynough
to hele your sone with all /
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