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
Publication
London: David Nutt
1889
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¶ Ca ij
THere at was sir Gawayn wroth / & in especyal sir
launcelot bad sir kay leue his mockyng / for I dare laye
my hede he shall preue a man of grete worship / lete be /
said sir kay / it may not be by no reason / for as he is / so he hath
asked / Beware said syre Launcelot / so ye gafe the good knyȝt
Brewnor syre Dynadamys broder a name / and ye called
hym la cote male tayle / and that tourned you to anger
after-
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ward / As for that sayd syr kay this shall neuer preue none
suche / For syr Brewnor desyred euer worship and thys
desyreth breed & drynke / & brothe vpon payne of my lyf he was
fostred vp in some abbay / and how someuer it was they
fayled mete and drynke / and soo hyther he is come for his
sustenaunce
¶ And soo syre kay badde gete hym a
place and sytte doune to mete / soo Beaumayns wente to the
halle dore / and sette hym doune amonge boyes and laddys / &
there he ete sadly / And thenne syre launcelot after mete badde
hym come to his chamber / And there he shold haue mete and
drynke ynough / And soo dyd syre Gawayne / but he reffused
hem al / he wold doo none other / but as syr kay commaunded
hym for no profer / But as touchynge syre Gawayn he hadde
reson to profer hym lodgyng mete and drynke / for that profer
came of his blood / for he was nere kynne to hym than he wyst
But that as syre launcelot dyd was of his grete gentylnes
and curtosye
¶ Soo thus he was putte in to the
kechyn and laye nyghtly as the boyes of the kechen dyd /
And soo he endured alle that twelue moneth / and neuer
displeasyd man nor chylde / but alweyes he was meke & mylde /
But euer whanne that he sawe ony Iustynge of knyghtes /
that wold he see and he myght / And euer syre launcelot wold
gyue hym gold to spende and clothes / and soo dyd syre
Gawayne / and where there were ony maystryes done / there atte
wold he be / and there myghte none cast barre nor stone to hym
by two yerdys / Thenne wold syre kay saye how lyketh yow
my boye of the kechyn / soo it past on tyl the feest of
Whytsontyde / And at that tyme the kynge helde hit att Carlyon in the
moost royallest wyse that myghte be / lyke as he dyd yerly /
But the Kynge wold no mete ete vpon the whyysonday
vntyl he herd some aduentures / Thenne cam ther a squyer to the
Kyng / and said / syre ye maye goo to your mete / for here cometh
a damoysel with somme straunge aduentures / thenne was the
Kynge gladde and sette hym doune /
¶ Ryghte soo ther came
a damoysel in to the halle and salewed the Kynge and prayd
hym of socour / for whome sayd the Kynge what is the
aduenture /
¶ Syre she sayd I haue a lady of grete worship and
renomme / and she is byseged with a tyraunte so that she may
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not oute of her castel / And by cause here are callyd the
noblest knyghtes of the world / I come to you to praye you of
socour / What heteth your lady and where dwelleth she / & who
is he / & what is his name that hath byseged her / syre kyng she
saide / as for my ladyes name that shall not ye knowe for me
as at this tyme / but I lete you wete she is a lady of grete
worship and of grete landes / And as for the tyraunt that
bysyegeth her and destroyeth her landes he is called the rede knyght
of the reed laundes / I knowe hym not sayd the kynge / Syre
said syre Gawayne / I knowe hym wel for he is one of the
perilloust knyghtes of the world / men saye that he hath seuen
mennys strengthe / and from hym I escaped ones ful hard /
with my lyf / Fayre damoysel sayd the kynge there ben
knyȝtes here wolde doo her power for to rescowe your lady / but by
cause ye wylle not telle her name nor where she dwelleth /
therfor none of my knyghtes that here be now shal goo with yow
by my wylle / thenne must I speke further sayd the damoysel
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