[Le morte darthur]

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Title
[Le morte darthur]
Author
Malory, Thomas, Sir, 15th cent.
Publication
Enprynted and fynysshed in thabbey Westmestre :: [Caxton?],
the last day of Juyl the yere of our lord M.CCCC.lxxxv [1485]
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Subject terms
Arthur, -- King.
Arthurian romances.
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"[Le morte darthur]." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A21703.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 23, 2024.

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¶Capitulum xxij

THou arte full yong and tendyr of age sayd Arthur for to take so hyghe an ordre on the / Sir said gryflet I byseche yow make me knyʒt / Syr said Merlyn it were gre∣te pyte to lese Gryflet / for he wille be a passynge good man / whanne he is of age / abydynge with yow the terme

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me of his lyf / And yf he auenture his body with yonder kny∣ght at the fontayne it is in grete peryll yf euer he come agey∣ne / for he is one of the best knyghtes of the world / and the strē¦gyst man of armes / wel said Arthur / so at the desyre of gryf¦let the kynge made hym knyght / Now said Arthur vnto syre Gryflet / Sythen I haue made yow knyghte thow must yeue me a gyfte / what ye will said Gryflet / thou shalt promyse me by the feythe of thy body whan thou hast Iusted with the kny∣ght at the fontayne / whether it falle ye be on foote or on hors∣bak / that ryght so ye shal come ageyne vnto me withoute ma∣kynge ony more debate / I wyll promyse yow said Gryflet as yow desyre / Thenne toke Gryflet his hors in grete haste / & dres¦syd his sheld and toke a spere in his hand / and so he rode a grete wallop tyll he cam to the fontayne / and ther by he sawe a ryche pauelion / and ther by vnder a clothe stode a fayr hors wel sadeled and brydeled / and on a tree a shelde of dyuerse co¦lours and a grete spere / Thenne Gryflet smote on the sheld with the bott of his spere that the shylde felle doune to the gro∣und / with that the knyght cam oute of the pauelione / & sayd fair knyght why smote ye doune my sheld / for I wil Iuste with yow said gryflet / it is better ye doo not sayd the knyghte for ye are but yong and late made knyght / and your myghte is nothyng to myn / as for that saide Gryflet I wylle Iuste with yow / that is me loth said the knyght / but sythen I muste nedes I wille dresse me therto / of whens be ye sayd the knyʒte syre I am of Arthurs courte / So the two knyghtes ranne to gyder that gryflets spere al to sheuered / and ther with all he smote Gryflet thorowe the sheld & the lyfte syde / and brake the spere that the troncheon stack in his body / that hors and knyghte fylle doune

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