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قراءة كتاب Arthur A Short Sketch of His Life and History in English Verse of the First Half of the Fifteenth Century
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Arthur A Short Sketch of His Life and History in English Verse of the First Half of the Fifteenth Century
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& counceyled Arthour to fle & goon.
Wyþ þe Emperour come kynges Many oon,
And alle þeire power hoolle & soom; 424
Stronger men Myȝt no man see,
As fulle of drede as þey myght be;
But Arthour was not dysmayd,
He tryst on god, & was wel payd, 428 but he trusts in God,
And prayd þe hye trynyte
Euer hys help forto be;
And alle hys Men wyþ oo voyse
Cryde to god wyþ Oo noyse, 432
"Fader in heuene, þy wylle be doon; to whom his soldiers pray
Defende þy puple fram þeire foon,
And lat not þe heþone Men
Destroye þe puple crystien: 436
Haue Mercy on þy se[r]uantis bonde,
And kepe ham fram þe heþone honde; to keep them from the heathen's hands.
Þe Muchelnesse of Men sainfayle
Ys nat victorie in Batayle; 440
[pg 14 - The Battle Between Arthur and Lucius.]
But after þe wylle þat in heuene ys,
So þe victorie falleþ y-wys."
Than seyd Arthour, "hyt ys so: Arthur's "Forward!"
Auaunt Baner, & be Goo." 444
Now frendes alle, for goddes loue,
Rereþ ȝowre hertes to god aboue,
And seyeþ ȝowre prayeris faste,
Þat we welle spede furst & laste. 448
Pater noster.
The emperour tryst on hys men,
And þat haþ bygyled hym;
Forsothe hyt most nedez be so,
For þey beþ cursed þat welle hyt do, 452
Suche alle myght comeþ of god; Maledictus qui confidet in homine.
To tryst on hym, y hold hyt good.
Lucye haþ pyght his paueloun
And sprad wyþ pryde his gunfanoun; 456
His claryouns blastes fulle grete blywe,
Archeris schot(:) Men ouer-thrywe;
Bowes, arwes, & arblastere The battle begins.
Schot sore alle y-vere; 460
Quarels, arwes, þey fly smerte;
Þe fyched Men þruȝ heed & herte;
Axes, sperys, and gysarmes gret,
Clefte Many a prowt Mannes heed: 464
Hors & steedes gan to grent,
And deyde wyþ strokis þat þey hente;
Many a man þere lost hys lyf, [Fol. 45b.]
Many on was wedyw þat was wyff; 468
Þere men were wetschoede Men are wetshod with brains and blood.
Alle of Brayn & of blode;
Gret rywthe hyt was to seyn
Þe feltes fulle of men y-scleyn; 472
Lucy þe Emperour also was dede; Lucius is slain,
But ho hym sclowh, y can nat rede;
He, for alle hys grete Renoun,
[pg 15 - Arthur Wins, and Buries the Dead.]
Aȝenst Arthour hadde no fusoun, 476 not able to stand against Arthur.
No more þan haue twenty schep
Aȝenst vyve wolfez greet.
To god be euere alle honourez!
The falde was hys & Arthourez. 480
Arthour, as he scholde done, Arthur sends Lucius's body to Rome,
Sende lucyes body to Rome;
Whan þe Romeynes say þis,
Þo þey dradde Arthour & hys. 484
Also he buryed Bedewere buries Bedwere and others
Hys frend and | hys Botyler,
And so he dude other Echon
In Abbeys of Relygyoun 488 in Abbeys,
Þat were cristien of name;
He dude to alle þe same;
And dude for ham Masse synge
wyth solempne song & offrynge, 492
And bood þere for to rest,
Tylle þat wynter was past, and stays the winter,
Boþe he (.) hys Men echone
Seruyd god in deuocione, 496
Þankyng god of hys Myȝt thanking God
Þat kepeþ hys seruauntez ryȝt,
And suffreþ noon for to spylle
Þat hym loueþ & tryste wylle: 500
Þus worschup god dude certeyn for His honour to England.
To Englond, þat þo was Bretayn; [Of the difference between More (or Great) Britain and Little Britain.]
Þe More Breteyn Englond ys—
As men may rede on Cronyclys— 504
Byȝend þe See Bretayne þer ys,
Þat haþ hys name forsoþe of þis,
For þe kyng Maxymyan,—
Þe next after Octauyan,— 508
He conquered alle Armoryk,
And to þe Reme named hyt lyk:
Amorica on latyn me cl[e]ped þat lond, Armorica.
[pg 16 - Of the Welsh and Stinking Saxons.]
Tyl Maxymyan co[n]queryd hyt wyth honde, 512
And called hyt lyte bretayne þan,
So hyȝt þis lond þat he coom fram;
For perpetuelle Mynde of grete Bretayne Little Britain is called after Great Britain.
He called hyt lyte Bretayne, 516
Þat Men schulde kepe in Mynde & wytt
How þis lond conqueryd hytt;
For Walsche Men beþ Bretouns of kynde—
Know þat welle fast on Mynde—