Altenglische legenden.

                                
                                  In þat place I dare noghte byde
                                
                                  Whare I it see one any syde."
                                
                                  One-one he ansuerde hym agayne:
                                  Line 100 
                                
                                  "Here hafe I takyne þe with a trayne:
                                
                                  For þou said, in þis werlde was none
                                
                                  So myghtty a lorde als þou was one,
                                
                                  Ne none so grete in no degree, [Ms. undeutlich ob Nee oder Ne.] 
                                
                                  And on þat conant I duelte with the;
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                                  Bot now me thynke: sene þat þou flede
                                
                                  & for þat tre was so adrede,
                                
                                  Þou erte wele ferdere, sothe to sayne,
                                
                                  For hym þat one þat tre was slayne.
                                
                                  My seruece thynke me euylle bysett
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                                  And sare me rewes I with þe mett.
                                
                                  Fare wele, fende, for euer & aye!
                                
                                  For Cryste to seke I will assaye;
                                
                                  I sall neuer ryste on lyth nor lyme
                                
                                  Till þat I hafe mett with hym." [folio 123b:2] 
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                                  And trewly þar, als I ȝow telle,
                                
                                  He partede fro þe fende of helle.
                                
                                  Þe fende bygane to crye & ȝarme, [ȝarme to cry, auch Allit. P. B 971.] 
                                
                                  Bot he myghte do hym nankyn harmme.
                                
                                  Fro þat stede full faste he ȝode,
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                                  Thorgh wildirnes, als he ware wod(e),
                                
                                  Thorgh many a cete & many a towne,
                                
                                  Thorgh many a vale & many a downe,
                                
                                  Northe aud Southe bothe Este & Weste,
                                
                                  Thorgh wildirnes & wylde foreste;
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                                  He fande no-man þat couthe hym telle
                                
                                  In whate place þat Criste gane duelle,
                                
                                  Ne þat couthe make of hym mynde
                                
                                  In whate place he solde hym fynde.
                                
                                  And als he went by hym allanne, [Ms. allane.] 
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                                  In gret murnynge makand hys mane,
                                
                                  By a faire mountayne syde,
                                
                                  Arely in a morowene tyde,
                                
                                  He loked abowte: þane was he warre
                                
                                  Of an ermytage vndir a skerre;
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                                  And thedir he went appone his fete.
                                
                                  And þer he fande an alde ermete;
                                
                                  His vesage & his berde was whytte,
                                
                                  To loke one hym was grete delytte;
                                
                                  His clethyng was of þe same colour;
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                                  Hym semyd a mane of grete honour.
                                
                                  & als sone als he come hym nere,
                                
                                  He haylesed hym one his beste manere:
                                
                                  "Sir, he saide, in Cristis name
                                
                                  Wele-come be þou to my hame!
                                  Line 145 
                                
                                  Telle me, if thi will it bee,
                                
                                  Whene þou arte & of whate contree,
                                
                                  And alle þi cause, bothe more & lesse, [folio 142] 
                                
                                  What þou dose in þis wildirnesse?" [Das folg. Blatt ist im Ms. versetzt.] 
                                
                                  And he ansuerde, & was full fayne:
                                  Line 150 
                                
                                  "Sir, he said, I sall noghte layne:
                                
                                  Als euer mot I wele fare,
                                
                                  I seke a mane þou spake of are;
                                
                                  I hafe hym soghte full wilsome wayes,
                                
                                  Many ȝeris and many dayes,
                                  Line 155 
                                
                                  And went thorgh many dyuerse lande,
                                
                                  And ȝitt was neuer mane þat I fande
                                
                                  Þat trewely couthe put me in mynde
                                
                                  In what stede þat I solde Criste fynde;
                                
                                  Swa mekill I hafe hym in my thoghte
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                                  Þat all þis werlde I sett at noghte.
                                
                                  Kane þou oghte wysse me to þat mane?"
                                
                                  "Ȝaa, quod þe hermete, I trow I kane.
                                
                                  What es thi will, & þou hym fande?"
                                
                                  "Serue hym, he said, to fote & hande,
                                  Line 165 
                                
                                  With all my witt & all my myghte,
                                
                                  For euer-mare, bathe daye & nyghte:
                                
                                  And I se it swa maye falle
                                
                                  Þat he be gretteste lorde of alle."
                                
                                  "Ȝis, quod þe hermet, sothe it es,
                                  Line 170 
                                
                                  He es kyng of souerayne blysse;
                                
                                  Heuene & erthe & angells bryghte,
                                
                                  Sone & mone & sternes lyghte,
                                
                                  Mane & beste & foule one tree
                                
                                  And fysches in þe flode to bee,
                                  Line 175 
                                
                                  Elementes & alkyne thynges,
                                
                                  Bouxome are to his biddynges;
                                
                                  With his worde he mad þame alle,
                                
                                  Hym to serue, bothe grete & smalle.
                                
                                  For-thi I say þe, certanlye,
                                  Line 180 
                                
                                  Þer es no souerayne lorde bot he.
                                
                                  Bot certanly, þe sothe to saye,
                                
                                  If þou will serue þat lorde to paye,
                                
                                  The firste thyng es, the sall availe,
                                
                                  To wirke after gud consaile
                                  Line 185 
                                
                                  And forsake thyne awene will

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Title: Altenglische legenden.
Author: Horstmann, Carl, ed. b. 1851.
Canvas: Page 456
Publication: Heilbronn,: Gebr. Henninger,; 1881.
Subject terms: Saints -- Legends; English poetry; Legends

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