Thy proude pride shall be atamed,By God and by seinte Qwyntyne.Thou hast stole on me that dynte,I shall quyte thethyupright letter n with macronhire.”1300A stroke thanOlyueletter r with right hook, uprighthim lente,But Oliver returnsThat hym thought hiseyeupright letter n with macronweletter r with right hook, uprightonfiletter r with right hook, upright.him fearful stroke.Kinge Charles in hispaviloupright letter n with macronwasCharles, seeingAnd loked towarde þat fyghte1304Oliver on his knees,And saugh, howe fiers FerumbrasMade Olyuere kneledowupright letter n with macronright.Wo was him tho in his herte;To Ihesu Criste he made his mone;1308prayed to ChristIt was a sight of peynes smerte,That Olyuere kneled so sone:“O Lord, God in Trinite,That of myghtisthoupright letter u with hookarte moost,1312By vertue of thy maiesteThat alle knoweste and woste,Lete not this hethen manThy seruaunte ouercome in fyght,1316That on the bileve ne kan,Ihesu, Lorde, for thy myghte!But graunte thy man the victorye,that he might grantAnd thePaynyupright letter m with macronskomfited to be,1320the victory over theAs thou arte Almyghty God of glorye!Pagan.Nowe mekely, Lorde, I pray to the.”To Charles anoone an Aungel cameAnd broght him tidingges sone,1324An angel announcesThat God had herde hispraieletter r with right hook, uprightthaupright letter n with macronhim, that his prayerAnd graunte him his bone.was heard. CharlesTho Charles thanked God aboue130thanks God.With herte and thought, worde and dede,1328And saide “blessed bethoupright letter u with hook,lorde almyghty,†That helpiste thy seruaunte in nede.”These Champions to-gedir thai gone[leaf 33]
‹p039›FERUMBRAS BEING WOUNDED CRIES MERCY.
With strokes grete and eke sure,1332They begin again.Eche of hem donge othiroupright letter n with macron,Alle the while thai myghteenduletter r with right hook, upright.Ferumbras brake his swerdeFerumbras breaks hisOn Olyueris helme on hye.1336sword on Oliver’sTho wexe he ful sore a-ferde;helmet.He ranne for an othir redylyHe runs for anotherAnd saide “Olyuere, yelde the to meand asks Oliver toAnd leve thyCristeupright letter n with macronlaye,1340surrender.Thou shalte have alle131my kingdome freeAnd alle aftir my daye.”“Fye, Saresyne” quod Olyuerethaupright letter n with macron,“Trowest thou, that I were wode,1344To forsake him, þat made memaupright letter n with macronAnd boght me with his hert blode.”He raught a stroke to Ferumbras,But Oliver aims atOn his helme it gandowupright letter n with macronglyde,1348Ferumbras a blowIt brast his hawberke at þat raswhich cuts hisAnd carfe hym throughe-oute his syde,hauberk, soHis bare guttis men mygħt see;that his bowels areThe blode fastedowupright letter n with macronranne.1352laid bare.“Hoo, Olyvere, I yelde me to the,Ferumbras imploresAnd here I become thy man.his mercy, andI am so hurte, I may not stonde,I put me alle in thy grace.1356My goddis ben false by water and londe,consents to beI reneye hem alle here in this place,132christened, his godsBaptised nowe wole I be.having proved false.To Ihesu Crist I wole me take,1360That Charles the kinge shal sene,133And alle my goddes for-sake.Take myn hawberke and do it on the,He requested him toThou shalte hauefuupright letters ll with middle tildegrete nede.1364take his hauberk, to
‹p040›THE SARACENS RUSH OUT OF THE WOOD.
X thousande Saresyns waitenvppoupright letter n with macronme,And therfore go take my stede.fetch his horse,Lay me to-fore the, I the praye,and to carry himAnd lede me to thy tente.1368to his own tent.Hye the faste forth in thy way,[leaf 34]That the Saresyns the not hente.”A-nooupright letter n with macronit was done, as he ordeynede,And faste forth thai ryden.1341372The Saresyns anone assembled,But the Saracens,For to haue with hem foghten.who lay concealedFerumbras saugħ the feelde thorein the wood, rushOf Sarsynes fully filled;1376out. Oliver, beingOf Olyvere dradde he ful sore,surrounded, setsThat Saresyns shulde him haue killed.He praide, that he wolde let himdowupright letter n with macron“Vndir yonde Olyfe tree,1380For if ye cast medowupright letter n with macronhere, with horsshooupright letter n with macron135Alleto-tredeupright letter n with macronshalle I be.”down Ferumbras underHe priked forth and layde himthaletter r with right hook, upright,†an olive-tree, andOut of the horses trase,1384defends himself withAnd with his swerde by-gan himweletter r with right hook, upright,his sword,For amonge hem alle he was.ASaresyupright letter n with macronsmote him witħ a spere,That it brake on pecis thre;1388His hauberke mygħt he notdeletter r with right hook, upright,So stronge and welle I-wroght was he.He hit þat Saresyns with his swerdedealing the SaracensThrougħ the helme in-to the brayne.1392many a hard blow.He made an other as sore aferde,He smote of his Arme with mayne.Then Roland rushedButthaupright letter n with macroncome Roulande witħ Durnedaleinto the throng ofAnd made way him a-bowte.1396the enemy and slewHe slowe hemdowupright letter n with macronin the vale,many;Of him hade thai grete dowte.The prees of Saresyns was so stronge
‹p041›ROLAND AND OLIVER ARE MADE CAPTIVES.
A-boute Roulande that tyde.1400Thaislougheupright letter n with macronhis horsys with thronge,his horse beingAnd dartisthroweupright letter n with macronon every syde.killed by arrows andWhan Roulande was on his Fete,darts,Thaupright letter n with macronwas he woo witħ-alle.1404he fights on foot,Many of hem he felte yeteAnd dede to grounde made hem falle.At the last his swerde brake,Thaupright letter n with macronhadde hewepyupright letter n with macronnooupright letter n with macron,1408but his swordAs he smote a Saresyns bakebreaking, [leaf 35]A-sundredowupright letter n with macronto theArsoupright letter n with macron.Tho was he caught, he mygħt not flee,he is takenHis hondes thaiboundeupright letter n with macronfaste1412And lad him forth to here Cite,and led away.And in depeprisoupright letter n with macronthey hem caste.Olyueletter r with right hook, uprightsawe, howe he was ladde,A soryemaupright letter n with macronthaupright letter n with macronwas he;1416Him hadde leuer to haue bene dedeThan suffren that myschief to be.Smertly aftire he pursued tho,Oliver rides toTo reskue his dere brother.1420rescue him,The prees was so grete, he myghte not so,It myghte be no othir,Be he was cowþe136byverletter r with right hook, uprightforceWith LX of Astopartes.1371424Thai hurte him foule and slougħ his horsbut his horse beingWith gauylokes and wyth dartis.also killed,Yet on foote, ere he were foolde,He slough of hem fiftene.1428He was notslayupright letter n with macron,as god woolde,he is overpoweredBut taken and bounded138withtene.and bound. Both wereTho weretakeupright letter n with macrontoLucafeletter r with right hook, upright,conducted to LukaferThe proude kinge of Baldas,1432of Baldas.Both Roulande andOlyueletter r with right hook, upright.
‹p042›CHARLES FINDS FERUMBRAS.
Gladde was he of that cas.Kinge Charles was in herte woo,When he saughe his neuewes so ladde,1436Charles sees them,He cried to theFrenshmeupright letter n with macrontho:and calls for a“Reskue we these knyghtes at nede.”rescue. Many enemiesThe kyngehimselfe slough many one,were slain, but theSo dede the Barons bolde.1440Saracens had fledIt wolde not bene, thai wereagoupright letter n with macron,with their prisoners,Magre who so woolde.and Charles isThe Saresyns drewe hem to here Cite,obliged to turn back.Kinge Charles turned agayne.1444Under a holm treeHe saugħ under an holme tre,they find Ferumbras.Where a knight him semed layslayupright letter n with macron.Thederward he rode witħ swerde in honde.Tho he saugħ, he was alyve;1448He lay walowynge vppon the sondeWith blody woundes fyve.[leaf 36]“What arte thow?” quod Charlemayne,“Who hath the hurte so sore?”1452“I am Ferumbras” he saidecertayupright letter n with macron,“That am ofhetheupright letter n with macronlore.”“O falsSaresyupright letter n with macron”quod the kinge,“Thou shalte have sorowe astyte;1456whom he is going toBy the I haue lost my two Cosynes,put to death.Thyupright letter n with macronhede shalle I of-smyte.”“O gentil kinge” quod Ferumbrase,“Olyuere my maister me hight1460But on his requestingTo be Baptised by goddis grace,to be baptized,And todyeupright letter n with macronaCristeupright letter n with macronknighte.Honuletter r with right hook, uprightwere it noon to theA discoumfitemaupright letter n with macronto slo,1464That is conuerted and Baptized wolde beAnd thy manbycomeupright letter n with macronalso.”The kinge hade pite of himthaupright letter n with macron,Charles took pityHe toke him to his grace1468with him,And assynedanooupright letter n with macrona man
‹p043›ROLAND AND OLIVER ARE BROUGHT TO THE SOUDAN.
To lede him to his place.led him to his tent,He sende to him his surgyneand ordered a surgeonTo hele his woundes wyde.1472to attend him.He ordeyned to him suchmedycyupright letter n with macron,That sone myght he go and ryde.He soon recovered,The kinge commaunded bishopeTurpyupright letter n with macronTo make a fonte redye,1476To Baptise Ferumbras þerinIn the name of god Almygħtye.He was Cristened in þat welle,and bishop TurpinFloreyne the kinge alle him calle,1480baptised him, by theHe forsoke the foule feende of hellename of Floreyn.And his fals goddis alle.But he continued toNought forthaupright letter n with macronFerumbrasbe called FerumbrasAlle his life cleped was he,1484all his life.And aftirwarde in somme place,Afterwards he wasFloreyne of Rome Cite.known as Floreyn ofGod for him many myraclessheweupright letter d with right vertical tilde,RomeSo holy a man he by-came,1488on account of hisThat witnessitħ both lerned and lewde,holiness.The fame of him so ranne.NOwe for to telle of RoulandeRoland and OliverAnd of Olyuere, that worthy wos,1391492being brought toHowe thai were brougħt to þeSowdaupright letter n with macronthe Soudan, LabanBy the kinge of Boldas.enquires their names.TheSowdaupright letter n with macronhem sore affrayned,What þat here names were.1496Rouland saide and noght alayned:“Syr Roulande and sire Olyuere,They confess theirNevewes to Kinge Charles of Fraunce,names.That worthy kinge and Emperoure,1500That nowe are takyn by myschaunceTo be prisoneres here in thy toure.”“A,Olyueletter r with right hook, upright,arte thou here?That haste my sone distroyede,1504
‹p044›ROLAND AND OLIVER ARE IMPRISONED.
And Rouland that arte his fere,That so ofte me hatħ anoyed.To Mahounde I make a vowe here,The Soudan swearsThat to morue, ere I do ete,1508they shall both beYe shulle beslayupright letter n with macronbotħ qwik in fere,executed the nextAnd lives shalle ye bothe lete.”morning before hisTho saide maide Florepas:dinner.“My fader so derewortħ anddeletter r with right hook, upright,1512But Floripas advisesYe shulle be avysed of this cas,him to detain them asHow and in what manerehostages, andMy brothir, þat is toprisoupright letter n with macrontake,May be delyuered by hem nowe,1516By cause of these two knightessake,That bene in warde here withyoupright letter u with hook.Wherefore I counsaileyoupright letter u with hook,my fader dere,To have mynde of Sir Ferumbras.1520to remember his sonPute hem in youreprisoupright letter n with macronhere,Ferumbras,Tille ye haue better space.So that ye haue my brotheragayupright letter n with macronfor whom they mightFor hem, þat ye haue here;1524be exchanged.Andcerteyupright letter n with macronelles wole he beslayupright letter n with macron,That is to you so lefe and dere.”“A, Floripp, I-blessed thou bee,Thy counsaile is goode at nede,1528The Soudan finds herI wolde not leve my sone so free,counsel good,So Mahounde moost me spede,For al the Realme of hethen Spayne,[leaf 38]That is so brode and large.1532Sone clepe forth my gaylourBretomayne,and orders his gaolerThat he of hem hadde his charge,Bretomayn to imprison“Caste hem in yourprisoupright letter n with macrondepe,them,Mete and drinke gyfe hem none,1536but to leave themChayne hem faste, þat thay not slepe;without food.For here goode daies bene a-gone.”Tho were thay cast in prison depe140;
‹p045›FLORIPAS COMPASSIONATES THEIR SUFFERINGS.
Every tyde the see came inne.1540At high tide the seaThay myght not see, so was it myrke,filled their deepThe watir wente to her chynne.cells. They sufferedThe salte watir hem greved sore,much from the saltHere woundis sore did smerte.1544water, from theirHungir and thurste greved heme yet more,wounds, and fromIt wente yet more nere here herte.hunger.Who maye live withoute mete?vj dayes hadde thay rigħt none,1548On the sixth day,Ner drinke that thay mygħt gete,Bute loked vppon the harde stone.So on a daye, as God it wolde,Floripas to hirgardeupright letter n with macronwente,1552Floripas, who wasTo geder Floures in morne colde.gathering flowers inHere maydynsfroupright letter m with macronhir she sente,her garden, heardFor she herde gretelamentacioupright letter n with macronthem lament.In thePrisoupright letter n with macron,that was ther nye;1556She supposed byymagynacioupright letter n with macron,That it was the prisoners sory.She wenteheletter r with right hook, uprightnerletter r with right hook, uprightto here more,Thay wailed for defaute of mete.1560Moved to compassion,She rued on hemanooupright letter n with macronful sore,she asks herShe thought, how she myght hem beste it gete.governess MaragoundShe spake to her Maistras Maragounde,to help her inHowe she wolde the prisoneres fede.1564getting food for theThe develle of helle hir confounde,prisoners. MaragoundShe wolde not assente to þat dede,refuses, and remindsBut saide “Damesel, thou arte woode,Floripas of herThy Fadir did vs alle defende,1568father’s command.Both mete and drinke and othere goode[leaf 39]That no man shulde hem thider sende.”Floripe by-thought hir on a gyleFloripas, thinking ofAnd cleped Maragounde anoon rigħt,1572a trick, called toTo the wyndowe to come a whileher governess to comeAnd se ther a wonder syght:to a window and“Loke oute” she saide “and see a ferletter r with right hook, upright
‹p046›FLORIPAS KILLS THE GAOLER.
The Porpais pley as thay were wode.”1576see the porpoisesMaragounde lokede oute, Floripe comeneletter r with right hook, uprightsporting beneath.And shofed hire oute in to the flode.Maragound looking“Go there” she saide “the devel the spede!out, is pushed intoMy counsail shaltowe never biwry.1580the flood.Who so wole not helpe amaupright letter n with macronat nede,On evel deth mote he dye!”She toke witħ hire maidyns two,To Britomayne she wente hir waye1584Floripas asksAnd saide to him, she moste goBretomayn to let herToviseteupright letter n with macronthe prisoneris that daye,see the prisoners.And saide “sir, for alle loues,Lete me thy prisoneresseeupright letter n with macron.1588I wole the gife botħ goolde and gloues,And counsail shalle itbeeupright letter n with macron.”Brytomayne that Iaylor keneAnswered to hir sone agayne1592And saide “Damesel, so mote Itheupright letter n with macron,Thaupright letter n with macronwere I worthy to beslayupright letter n with macron.Hath not youre Fader charged me,To kepe hemfroupright letter m with macronevery wyght?1596And yet ye wole these traytours see?I wole goo telle himAnooupright letter n with macronright.”He gan to turne him anone for to go,To make a playnte on Floripas.1600The gaoler threatenedShe sued him as faste as she myghte go,to complain to herFor to gif him harde grace.father, but Floripas,With the keye cloge, þat she caugħt,having seized hisWitħ goode wille she maute141than,1604key-clog, dashedSuch a stroke she hymtheletter r with right hook, uprightraught,out his brains. SheThe brayne sterte oute of his hedeþaupright letter n with macron.then went to tellTo hire Fader forth she gotħher father, she hadAnd saide “Sire, I telle you here,1608surprised [leaf 40]I saugħ a sight, that was me lotħ,the gaoler feedingHowe the fals Iailourfedde yourprisoneletter r with right hook, upright,the prisoners and
‹p047›THE SOUDAN GIVES THE PRISONERS INTO HER GUARD.