Galiot says he will go and see.Quod galiot, “in nome of god and weAl, be tyme, the ſuthfaſtneß ſal see.”GALIOT RALLIES HIS MEN.Galiot is armed, rallies the flyers, and encourages his men.[T]han he in armys that he had is gon,3344And to the feld withhyme aȝane hath ton75The sense, but not the metre, requires “in.”Al the flearis, and foundyne [in]75ſich arayHis folk, that ner diſcumfyt al war thay;Bot quhen thai ſaw cummyne our the plan3348Thar lord, thai tuk ſich hardement aȝañ,They shout their war-cries.That thar eſſenȝeis lowd thai gon to cry.He chargit tham to go, that ware hyme by,Straucht to the feld, withal thar holl forß;3352And thai, the wich that ſparit not the horß,All redy war to fillyng hiscommand,And freſchly went, withowten more demand:Throw qwich thar folk recoueryt haith thar place,All think a new host is coming.3356For al the feld preſwmyt that thar wasO new oſt, one ſuch o wyß thai ſoght;Arthur’s folk determine rather to die than fly.Whar arthuris folk had paſſith al to nocht,Ne war that thai the betterwar ilkoñe,3360And at thai can them vtraly diſpoñe[Fol. 41b.]Rathar to dee than flee, in thar entent,And of the blak knycht haith ſich hardyment;For at al perell, al harmys, and myſchef,3364In tyme of ned he can tham al ralef.[T]har was the batell dangerus& ſtrong,Gret was the pres, bathperellus& throng;The black knight is borne to the ground.The blak knycht is born on to the ground,3368His horß hyme falyth, that fellith dethis wound.The six comrades go to the earth.The vi falowis, that falowit hyme al day,Sich was the preß, that to the erth go thay;And thar in myd among his ennemys3372He was about encloſit one ſich wyßNone know where he is.That quhare he was non of [his] falowis knew,Nor mycht nocht cum to help hyme, nore reſkew.And thus among his ennemys allonHe defends himself with his sword.3376His nakid ſuerd out of his hond haith ton;And thar he prewit his wertew & hisſtrenth;For thar was none within the ſuerdis lenthThat came, bot he goith to confuſioune.No helm nor habergeon may resist his sword.3380Thar was no helme, thar was no habirioune,That may reſiſt his ſuerd, he ſmytith so;One euery ſyd he helpith to and fro,That al about the compas thai mycht ken;3384The ded horß lyith virſlyng withthe men.Thai hyme aſſalȝeing bothwithſcheld & ſpere,He fares like a bear at the stake, that snubs the hardy hounds.And he aȝane; as at the ſtok the bereSnybbith the hardy houndisthat ar ken,3388So farith he; for neuermycht be ſenHis ſuerd to reſt, that in the gret routHe rowmyth all the compas hyme about.GALIOT WONDERS AT LANCELOT’S PROWESS.[A]nd galiot, beholding his manhed,Galiot wonders at his deeds;3392Within his-ſelf wonderith of his ded,How that the body only of o knychtHaith ſich o ſtrenth, haith ſich affere & mycht;Than ſaid he thus, “I wald not that throw me,and says that such a knight shall not die on his account.3396Or for my cauß, that ſuch o knycht ſuld dee,To conquer all this world that is ſo larg.”His horß than can he withhis ſpuris charg,A gret trunſioune In to his hond hath ton,3400And in the thikeſt of the preß is goñ,He charges all his folk to cease;And al his folk chargit he to ſeß.At hiscommand thai levyng al the preß;[Fol. 42a.]And quhen he had departit all the rout,3404He ſaid, “ſirknycht, havith now no dout.”Wich anſwerit, “I have no cauß to dred.”and assures the black knight that he will himself warrant him from all harm.“Ȝis,” quodhe, “ſa euergod me ſped,Bot apone fut quhill ȝe ar fechtand here,3408And yhow defendith apone ſich manere,So hardely, and ek ſo lyk o knycht,I ſal my-ſelf withal my holl mychtBe yhour defens, and varand fra al harmys;3412Bot had yhe left of worſchip In til armys,What I have don I wold apone no wyß;Bot ſen yhe ar of knychthed ſo to prys,76MS. “ſalt.”Ȝhe ſal76no manercauß have for to dred:He offers him as many horses as he needs; and proposes that they shall never again part.3416And ſet yhour horß be falit at this ned,Diſpleß yhow not, for-quhy ȝe ſal not wantAls many as yhow lykith for to hawnt;GALIOT GIVES LANCELOT HIS OWN HORSE.And I my-ſelf, I ſal yhowr ſqwyar bee,3420And, if god will, neuermore ſal weeHe ’lights from his horse, and gives him to Lancelot, who thanks him.Depart;” withthat, anon he can to lychtDoune frome his horß, and gaf hyme to yeknycht.The lord he thonkit, and the horß hath ton,3424And als ſo freſch one to the feld is gon,As at no ſtrokishe that day had ben.His falowis glad, one horß that hath hymſen,To galiot one vthir horß thai broght;3428And he goith one, and frome the feld he ſocht,Galiot returns to his host, and chooses a band of 10,000 men.And to the plan quhar that his oſtiswere;And brandymagus chargit he to ſtereEfterhyme, within a lytill ſpace,3432And x thouſand he takyne withhymhaß.Towart the feld onon he can to Rid,And chargit them befor ye oſt to byd.The trumpets, clarions, horns, and bugles are sounded.Wp goith the trumpetis, and the claryownis,3436Hornys, bugillisblawing furththar ſownis,That al the cuntre reſownit hath about;Arthur’s folk despair.Than arthuris folk var in diſpar & dout,That hard the noys, and ſaw the multitud3440Of freſch folk; thai cam as thai war wod.LANCELOT HARANGUES ARTHUR’S HOST.The sable knight, still fearless,[B]ot he that was withowten any dred,In ſabill cled, and ſaw the gret ned,Aſſemblyt al his falowis, and arayd;harangues his men, saying,3444And thus to them in manly termes ſaid:[Fol. 42b.]“What that ȝe ar I knaw not yhour eſtat,“I know not who ye are, but I know that ye ought to be commended.Bot of manhed and worſchip, well I wat,Out throuch this warld yhe aw to becommendit,3448This day ȝe have ſo knychtly yhow defendit.Ye see how your enemies, as night approaches, are striving to give you an outrage or a fright.And now yhe ſee how that, aȝanis the nycht,Yhour ennemys pretendit withthar myghtOf multitud, and withthar new oſt,3452And withthar buglis and thar wyndisboſtFreſchly cummyng In to ſich aray,77MS. “owtray.” See Glossary.To ifyne yhow one owtrag77or affray.And now almoſt cummyne Is the nycht,Employ then your courage, so that the honour ye have won be not again lost.3456Quharfor yhour ſtrenth, yhour curag, & yhovr mychtYhe occupye in to ſo manly wyß,That the worſchip of knychthed & empryßThat yhe have wonyng, and ye gret renown3460Be not yloſt, be not ylaid doune.For one hour the ſufferyng of diſtreß,Gret harm It war yhe tyne the hie encreßOf vorſchip, ſeruit al this day before.3464And to yhow al my conſell is, tharfore,Resolve then to meet them sharply, without fear, so that they may feel the cold spear in their hearts.Withmanly curag, but radour, yhe pretendTo met tham ſcharply at the ſperis end,So that thei feil the cold ſperis poynt3468Out-throw thar ſcheldis, in thar hartispoynt.So ſal thai fynd we ar no-thing affrayt;Whar-throuch we ſall the well leß be aſſayt.Perhaps then the foremost will make the rest afraid.”If that we met them ſcharply in the berd,3472The formeſt ſal mak al the laif afferd.”And witho woyß thai cry al, “ſirknycht,Apone yhour manhed, and yhour gret mycht,They promise to stand firm.We ſal abid, for no man ſhall eſchef3476Frome yhow this day, his manhed for to pref.”Sir Yvan also bids his men be comforted; for that they see all the strength of their enemies.And to his oſt the lord ſiryvane ſaid,“Yhe comfort yow, yhe be no-thing affrayd,Ws ned no more to dreding of ſuppriß;3480We ſe the ſtrenth of al our ennemys.”Thus he ſaid, for he wend thai var no mo,Sir Gawane, however, knew better.Bot ſirgawan knew well It vas not ſo;For al the oſtismycht he ſe al day,3484And the gret hoſt he ſaw quhar yat it lay.THE POEM ABRUPTLY ENDS.Galiot also exhorts his men.[A]nd galiot he can his folk exort,Beſeching them to be of good comfort,And ſich enconter[The rest is wanting.]
Galiot says he will go and see.
Quod galiot, “in nome of god and we
Al, be tyme, the ſuthfaſtneß ſal see.”
GALIOT RALLIES HIS MEN.
Galiot is armed, rallies the flyers, and encourages his men.
[T]han he in armys that he had is gon,
3344And to the feld withhyme aȝane hath ton
75The sense, but not the metre, requires “in.”
Al the flearis, and foundyne [in]75ſich aray
His folk, that ner diſcumfyt al war thay;
Bot quhen thai ſaw cummyne our the plan
3348Thar lord, thai tuk ſich hardement aȝañ,
They shout their war-cries.
That thar eſſenȝeis lowd thai gon to cry.
He chargit tham to go, that ware hyme by,
Straucht to the feld, withal thar holl forß;
3352And thai, the wich that ſparit not the horß,
All redy war to fillyng hiscommand,
And freſchly went, withowten more demand:
Throw qwich thar folk recoueryt haith thar place,
All think a new host is coming.
3356For al the feld preſwmyt that thar was
O new oſt, one ſuch o wyß thai ſoght;
Arthur’s folk determine rather to die than fly.
Whar arthuris folk had paſſith al to nocht,
Ne war that thai the betterwar ilkoñe,
3360And at thai can them vtraly diſpoñe
[Fol. 41b.]
Rathar to dee than flee, in thar entent,
And of the blak knycht haith ſich hardyment;
For at al perell, al harmys, and myſchef,
3364In tyme of ned he can tham al ralef.
[T]har was the batell dangerus& ſtrong,
Gret was the pres, bathperellus& throng;
The black knight is borne to the ground.
The blak knycht is born on to the ground,
3368His horß hyme falyth, that fellith dethis wound.
The six comrades go to the earth.
The vi falowis, that falowit hyme al day,
Sich was the preß, that to the erth go thay;
And thar in myd among his ennemys
3372He was about encloſit one ſich wyß
None know where he is.
That quhare he was non of [his] falowis knew,
Nor mycht nocht cum to help hyme, nore reſkew.
And thus among his ennemys allon
He defends himself with his sword.
3376His nakid ſuerd out of his hond haith ton;
And thar he prewit his wertew & hisſtrenth;
For thar was none within the ſuerdis lenth
That came, bot he goith to confuſioune.
No helm nor habergeon may resist his sword.
3380Thar was no helme, thar was no habirioune,
That may reſiſt his ſuerd, he ſmytith so;
One euery ſyd he helpith to and fro,
That al about the compas thai mycht ken;
3384The ded horß lyith virſlyng withthe men.
Thai hyme aſſalȝeing bothwithſcheld & ſpere,
He fares like a bear at the stake, that snubs the hardy hounds.
And he aȝane; as at the ſtok the bere
Snybbith the hardy houndisthat ar ken,
3388So farith he; for neuermycht be ſen
His ſuerd to reſt, that in the gret rout
He rowmyth all the compas hyme about.
GALIOT WONDERS AT LANCELOT’S PROWESS.
[A]nd galiot, beholding his manhed,
Galiot wonders at his deeds;
3392Within his-ſelf wonderith of his ded,
How that the body only of o knycht
Haith ſich o ſtrenth, haith ſich affere & mycht;
Than ſaid he thus, “I wald not that throw me,
and says that such a knight shall not die on his account.
3396Or for my cauß, that ſuch o knycht ſuld dee,
To conquer all this world that is ſo larg.”
His horß than can he withhis ſpuris charg,
A gret trunſioune In to his hond hath ton,
3400And in the thikeſt of the preß is goñ,
He charges all his folk to cease;
And al his folk chargit he to ſeß.
At hiscommand thai levyng al the preß;
[Fol. 42a.]
And quhen he had departit all the rout,
3404He ſaid, “ſirknycht, havith now no dout.”
Wich anſwerit, “I have no cauß to dred.”
and assures the black knight that he will himself warrant him from all harm.
“Ȝis,” quodhe, “ſa euergod me ſped,
Bot apone fut quhill ȝe ar fechtand here,
3408And yhow defendith apone ſich manere,
So hardely, and ek ſo lyk o knycht,
I ſal my-ſelf withal my holl mycht
Be yhour defens, and varand fra al harmys;
3412Bot had yhe left of worſchip In til armys,
What I have don I wold apone no wyß;
Bot ſen yhe ar of knychthed ſo to prys,
76MS. “ſalt.”
Ȝhe ſal76no manercauß have for to dred:
He offers him as many horses as he needs; and proposes that they shall never again part.
3416And ſet yhour horß be falit at this ned,
Diſpleß yhow not, for-quhy ȝe ſal not want
Als many as yhow lykith for to hawnt;
GALIOT GIVES LANCELOT HIS OWN HORSE.
And I my-ſelf, I ſal yhowr ſqwyar bee,
3420And, if god will, neuermore ſal wee
He ’lights from his horse, and gives him to Lancelot, who thanks him.
Depart;” withthat, anon he can to lycht
Doune frome his horß, and gaf hyme to yeknycht.
The lord he thonkit, and the horß hath ton,
3424And als ſo freſch one to the feld is gon,
As at no ſtrokishe that day had ben.
His falowis glad, one horß that hath hymſen,
To galiot one vthir horß thai broght;
3428And he goith one, and frome the feld he ſocht,
Galiot returns to his host, and chooses a band of 10,000 men.
And to the plan quhar that his oſtiswere;
And brandymagus chargit he to ſtere
Efterhyme, within a lytill ſpace,
3432And x thouſand he takyne withhymhaß.
Towart the feld onon he can to Rid,
And chargit them befor ye oſt to byd.
The trumpets, clarions, horns, and bugles are sounded.
Wp goith the trumpetis, and the claryownis,
3436Hornys, bugillisblawing furththar ſownis,
That al the cuntre reſownit hath about;
Arthur’s folk despair.
Than arthuris folk var in diſpar & dout,
That hard the noys, and ſaw the multitud
3440Of freſch folk; thai cam as thai war wod.
LANCELOT HARANGUES ARTHUR’S HOST.
The sable knight, still fearless,
[B]ot he that was withowten any dred,
In ſabill cled, and ſaw the gret ned,
Aſſemblyt al his falowis, and arayd;
harangues his men, saying,
3444And thus to them in manly termes ſaid:
[Fol. 42b.]
“What that ȝe ar I knaw not yhour eſtat,
“I know not who ye are, but I know that ye ought to be commended.
Bot of manhed and worſchip, well I wat,
Out throuch this warld yhe aw to becommendit,
3448This day ȝe have ſo knychtly yhow defendit.
Ye see how your enemies, as night approaches, are striving to give you an outrage or a fright.
And now yhe ſee how that, aȝanis the nycht,
Yhour ennemys pretendit withthar myght
Of multitud, and withthar new oſt,
3452And withthar buglis and thar wyndisboſt
Freſchly cummyng In to ſich aray,
77MS. “owtray.” See Glossary.
To ifyne yhow one owtrag77or affray.
And now almoſt cummyne Is the nycht,
Employ then your courage, so that the honour ye have won be not again lost.
3456Quharfor yhour ſtrenth, yhour curag, & yhovr mycht
Yhe occupye in to ſo manly wyß,
That the worſchip of knychthed & empryß
That yhe have wonyng, and ye gret renown
3460Be not yloſt, be not ylaid doune.
For one hour the ſufferyng of diſtreß,
Gret harm It war yhe tyne the hie encreß
Of vorſchip, ſeruit al this day before.
3464And to yhow al my conſell is, tharfore,
Resolve then to meet them sharply, without fear, so that they may feel the cold spear in their hearts.
Withmanly curag, but radour, yhe pretend
To met tham ſcharply at the ſperis end,
So that thei feil the cold ſperis poynt
3468Out-throw thar ſcheldis, in thar hartispoynt.
So ſal thai fynd we ar no-thing affrayt;
Whar-throuch we ſall the well leß be aſſayt.
Perhaps then the foremost will make the rest afraid.”
If that we met them ſcharply in the berd,
3472The formeſt ſal mak al the laif afferd.”
And witho woyß thai cry al, “ſirknycht,
Apone yhour manhed, and yhour gret mycht,
They promise to stand firm.
We ſal abid, for no man ſhall eſchef
3476Frome yhow this day, his manhed for to pref.”
Sir Yvan also bids his men be comforted; for that they see all the strength of their enemies.
And to his oſt the lord ſiryvane ſaid,
“Yhe comfort yow, yhe be no-thing affrayd,
Ws ned no more to dreding of ſuppriß;
3480We ſe the ſtrenth of al our ennemys.”
Thus he ſaid, for he wend thai var no mo,
Sir Gawane, however, knew better.
Bot ſirgawan knew well It vas not ſo;
For al the oſtismycht he ſe al day,
3484And the gret hoſt he ſaw quhar yat it lay.
THE POEM ABRUPTLY ENDS.
Galiot also exhorts his men.
[A]nd galiot he can his folk exort,
Beſeching them to be of good comfort,
And ſich enconter