Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ...

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84 VIII, SIR THOMAS MALORY.grete jeopardye of my lyf.For I haue taken colde, and butyf thou do now as I byd the, yf euer I niay see the I shalslee the [wyth] myn owne handes, for thou woldest for myThenne Syr Bedwere departed,ryche swerde see me dede.'55 and wente to the swerde and lyghtly took hit up, and wenteto the water syde and there he bounde the gyrdyl aboute thehyltes, and thenne he threwe the swerde as farre in to thewater as he myght, & there cam an arme and an handeaboue the water and mette it, & caught it and so shoke it60 thryse and braundysshed, and than vanysshed awaye thehande wyth the swerde in the water. So syr Bedwere cameageyn to the kyng and tolde hym what he sawe, 'Alas !'sayd the kyng/ helpe me hens, for I drede me I haue taryedouer longe/ Than syr Bedwere toke the kyng vpon his65 backe and so wente wyth hym to that water syde, & whanthey were at the water syde, euyn fast by the banke houeda lytyl barge wyth many fayr ladyes in hit, & emonge hemal was a queue, and al they had blacke hoodes, and al theywepte and shryked whan they sawe Kyng Arthur.'70 Now put me in to the barge,' sayd the kyng, and so hedyd softelye. And there receyued hym thre queues wythgrete mornyng, and soo they sette hem doun, and in one oftheir lappes kyng Arthur layed hys heed, and than thatqueue sayd, * a dere broder ! whyhaue ye taryed so longe75 from me. Alas, this wounde on your heed hath caught ouermochecolde.' And soo than they rowed from the londe,and syr bedwere behelde all tho ladyes goo from hym. Thansyr bedwere cryed, a ' ! my lord Arthur, what shal become ofme now ye goo from me. And leue me here allone emongeHo myn enemyes?' 'Comfort thy self,' sayd the kyng, 'anddoo as wel as thou mayst; for in me is no truste for totniste in. For I wyl in to the vale of auylyon, to hele meof my greuous wounde. And yf thou here neuer more of

VTII. LE MORTE DARTHUR. 85me, praye for my soule;' but euer the quenes and ladyeswepte and shryched that hit was pyte to here. And assone 85as syr Bedwere had loste thesyght of the baarge, he wepteand waylled and so took the foreste, and so he wente al thatnyght, and in the mornyng he was ware, betwixte two holteshore, of a chapel and an ermytage.CapitulumVI.Than was syr Bedware glad, and thyder he wente ;& whanhe came in to the chapel, he sawe where laye an heremyte^grouelyng on al foure, there fast by a tombe was newegrauen. Whan the Eremyte sawe syr Bedwere, he knewehym wel; for he was but lytel tofore bysshop of caunter- 5burye, that syr Mordred flemed. 'Syr,' sayd Syr Bedwere,'what man is there enterd, that ye praye so fast fore?'Fayr sone,' sayd the heremyte, ' I wote not verayly, but bydemyng. But thys nyght at mydnyght here came a nombreof ladyes, and broughte hyder a deed cors, and prayed me 10to berye hym, and here they offeryd an hondred tapers andthey gaf me an hondred besauntes.' ' Alas,' sayd syr bedwere,' that was my lord kyng Arthur, that here lyeth buryedin thys chapel.' Than syr bedwere swouned ; and whan heawoke, he prayed the heremyte he myght abyde wyth hym 15stylle there, to lyue wyth fastyng and prayers. 'For fromhens wyl I neuer goo,' sayd syr bedwere, ' by my wylle, butal the dayes of my lyf here to praye for my lord Arthur.'^Ye are welcome to me,' sayd the heremyte, ' for I knoweyou better than ye wene that I doo. Ye are the bolde bed- 20were, and the ful noble duke Syr Lucan de butlere was yourbroder.' Thenne syr Bedwere tolde the heremyte alle as yehaue herde tofore.so there bode syr bedwere with the hermytethat was tofore bysshop of Caunterburye, and there syr

VTII. LE MORTE DARTHUR. 85me, praye for my soule;' but euer <strong>the</strong> quenes and ladyeswepte and shryched that hit was pyte <strong>to</strong> here. And assone 85as syr Bedwere had loste <strong>the</strong>syght <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> baarge, he wepteand waylled and so <strong>to</strong>ok <strong>the</strong> foreste, and so he wente al thatnyght, and in <strong>the</strong> mornyng he was ware, betwixte two holteshore, <strong>of</strong> a chapel and an ermytage.CapitulumVI.Than was syr Bedware glad, and thyder he wente ;& whanhe came in <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> chapel, he sawe where laye an heremyte^grouelyng on al foure, <strong>the</strong>re fast by a <strong>to</strong>mbe was newegrauen. Whan <strong>the</strong> Eremyte sawe syr Bedwere, he knewehym wel; for he was but lytel t<strong>of</strong>ore bysshop <strong>of</strong> caunter- 5burye, that syr Mordred flemed. 'Syr,' sayd Syr Bedwere,'what man is <strong>the</strong>re enterd, that ye praye so fast fore?'Fayr sone,' sayd <strong>the</strong> heremyte, ' I wote not verayly, but bydemyng. But thys nyght at mydnyght here came a nombre<strong>of</strong> ladyes, and broughte hyder a deed cors, and prayed me 10<strong>to</strong> berye hym, and here <strong>the</strong>y <strong>of</strong>feryd an hondred tapers and<strong>the</strong>y gaf me an hondred besauntes.' ' Alas,' sayd syr bedwere,' that was my lord kyng Arthur, that here lyeth buryedin thys chapel.' Than syr bedwere swouned ; and whan heawoke, he prayed <strong>the</strong> heremyte he myght abyde wyth hym 15stylle <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>to</strong> lyue wyth fastyng and prayers. 'For <strong>from</strong>hens wyl I neuer goo,' sayd syr bedwere, ' by my wylle, butal <strong>the</strong> dayes <strong>of</strong> my lyf here <strong>to</strong> praye for my lord Arthur.'^Ye are welcome <strong>to</strong> me,' sayd <strong>the</strong> heremyte, ' for I knoweyou better than ye wene that I doo. Ye are <strong>the</strong> bolde bed- 20were, and <strong>the</strong> ful noble duke Syr Lucan de butlere was yourbroder.' Thenne syr Bedwere <strong>to</strong>lde <strong>the</strong> heremyte alle as yehaue herde t<strong>of</strong>ore.so <strong>the</strong>re bode syr bedwere with <strong>the</strong> hermytethat was t<strong>of</strong>ore bysshop <strong>of</strong> Caunterburye, and <strong>the</strong>re syr

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