[Le morte darthur]

¶Capitulum xxxvij

THenne departed syr Suppynabyles vnto Bretayne a¦geyne / and there he fond sir Tristram / and told hym / that he had ben in kynge Arthurs courte / Thenne said sir Tris¦tram herd ye ony thynge of me / Soo god me help saide syre Suppynabyles / there I herd sire Launcelot speke of you gre¦te shame / and that ye be a fals knyght to your lady / and he bad me doo you to wete that he wille be your mortal enemy in eue¦ry place where he may mete you / That me repenteth said Tris∣tram / for of alle knyghtes I loued to be in his felauship / Soo syre Tristram made grete mone and was ashamed that noble knyghtes shold deffame hym for the sake of his lady / And in this meane whyle la beale Isoud maade a letter vnto Quene Gueneuer complaynyng her of the vntrouthe of sir Tristram and how he hadde wedded the kynges doughter of Bretayne / Quene Gueneuer sente her another letter / and badde her be of good chere / for she shold haue Ioye after sorou / for sire tristram was so noble a knyʒt called / that by craftes of sorcery ladyes wolde make suche noble men to wedde them / but in the ende Quene Gueneuer said hit shal be thus / that he shalle hate her / and loue you better than euer he dyd to fore ¶ So leue

we sire Trystram in Bretayne and speke we of sire Lamerak de galys / that as he sayled his shyp felle on a rok and perys∣shed all / saue sire Lamerak and his squyer / and there he swam myghtely / and fysshees of the yle of s••ruage toke hym vp and his squyer was drouned / and the ship men had grete laboure to saue sire Lamoraks lyf / for alle the comfort that they coude doo / and the lord of that yle hyght syre Nabon le noyre a gre∣te myghty gyaunt / And this sir Nabon hated alle the knygh¦tes of kynge Arthurs / and in no wyse he wold doo hem fa∣uoure / And these fysshers told sir Lamorak alle the gyse of syre Nabon / how there came neuer knyghte of kynge Arthurs but he destroyed hym / And atte last bataille that he dyd was slayne syr Nanowne le petyte / the which he put to a shameful dethe in despyte of kynge Arthur / for he was drawen lymme meale / That forthynketh me said sir Lamerak for that knygh¦tes dethe / for he was my cosyn / And yf I were at myn ease as wel as euer I was I wold reuenge his dethe / Pees sa∣yd the fysshers and make here no wordes / for or euer ye depar¦te from hens syre Nabon must knowe that ye haue ben here / or els we shold dye for your sake / So that I be hole said Lamo∣rak of my disease / that I haue taken in the see / I wille that ye telle hym that I am a knyʒt of kynge Arthurs / for I was ne¦uer aferd to reneye my lord /