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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A05043) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 358) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1353:12) The treaty[se of Syr Lamwell.] Marie, de France, 12th cent. [18] p. J. Mychell, [London : 1548] Signatures: [A]-B⁴ [C]² [-C2]. By Marie de France. Printer's name and publication date from STC. Woodcut illustration on title page. Fragmented; much loss of print. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Launfal (Romance) -- Early works to 1800. eebo The treaty[se of Syr Lamwell.] Marie, de France, 1530 24 2963 391 0 0 0 0 0 1319.61 F The rate of 1319.61 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2010-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2010-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-04 Sampled and proofread 2010-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

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〈…〉 ●●●ges by the dayes of Arthur 〈…〉 ●●●●ayne in great honoure 〈…〉 great whyle 〈…〉 ●ery carlyle 〈…〉 ●●m many an heyre 〈…〉 ●yde where 〈…〉 ●●ble the knyghtes all 〈…〉 ●●●●he in bowre and in hall 〈…〉 the worlde so wyde 〈…〉 on euery syde 〈…〉 and squyers eke 〈…〉 came hym to seke 〈…〉 noblenes 〈…〉 courte alwayes 〈…〉 and treasoure 〈…〉 of honoure 〈…〉 was a bachelere 〈…〉 any a yere 〈…〉 of moche myght 〈…〉 forsothe he hyght 〈…〉 gaue gyftes myghtely 〈…〉 but gaue full largely 〈…〉 he it spente 〈…〉 ●●an he had rente 〈…〉 he it sette 〈…〉 fer in dette 〈…〉 ●●we well that all was gone 〈…〉 to make his mone 〈…〉 ●o is that man 〈…〉 hathe ne no good can 〈…〉 ●●raunge lande 〈…〉 ●athe I vnderstande Men wyll me holde for a v● 〈…〉 Where I become certeys I 〈…〉 He lepte vpon a fayre cours● 〈…〉 Without chylde or yet squy● 〈…〉 And rode so forthe in great 〈…〉 For to dryue awaye sore lo● 〈…〉 His waye he taketh toward 〈…〉 Bytwene a water and a for● 〈…〉 The sonne was at the euy● 〈…〉 He lyghted there downe an● 〈…〉 For he was hote in the we● 〈…〉 He toke his mantell and so● 〈…〉 And layde hym downe tha● 〈…〉 Vnder the shadowe of a tr● 〈…〉 Alas he sayd no good I ha● 〈…〉 I wote not whether to go 〈…〉 And all the knyghtes that 〈…〉 Of the rounde table that b● 〈…〉 Echeone to haue me was 〈…〉 Nowe wyll they be on me● 〈…〉 Weleawaye than is my s● 〈…〉 With sore wepynge his h● 〈…〉 With sorowe and care th● 〈…〉 Tyll on slepynge that he 〈…〉 All for sobbed and for we 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 had of reed veluet 〈…〉 ●●lde full well set 〈…〉 aboue ouer all 〈…〉 a Ioly curuall 〈…〉 as snowe or downe 〈…〉 ●●loure and eyen browne 〈…〉 ●e neuer before se 〈…〉 aungelles of heuen hye 〈…〉 ●olde basyne 〈…〉 ●●well of alysene 〈…〉 hym bothe twayne 〈…〉 ●nd wente them agayne 〈…〉 damoyselles so free 〈…〉 answered well be ye 〈…〉 ●ryght as the floure 〈…〉 ●amwell as paramoure 〈…〉 to come and speke with her 〈…〉 ●yll nowe syr 〈…〉 bothe there 〈…〉 ●ith you to fare 〈…〉 her two 〈…〉 I neuer go 〈…〉 and handes also 〈…〉 ●●●dens than dyde he go 〈…〉 kynge Alyxander the conqueroure Ne Salamon in his moost honoure Ne yet Charlemayne the ryche kynge Had they neuer suche a thynge He founde in that pauylyon The kynges doughter of Mylyon That is an yle in fayry In oxyan full nere therby There laye a bed of moche pryce Couered ouer in goodly wyse Theron sate a mayden bryght Almost naked vp ryght All her clothes besyde her laye Full sengle she sate I saye In a mantell of whyte armyne Couered ouer with golde full fyne The mantell downe for hete she dyde Ryght vnder the gyrdell stede There was she as whyte as lylly in maye Or snowe that fallethe in wynter daye Blossome on brere ne floure Was nothynge to her coloure The reed rose that was so newe To her reednesse was it no hewe Lamwell she sayd my harte swete For thy loue my harte I lete There is no kynge ne emperoure That and I loued hym paramoure As moche as I do nowe the But they wo'de be ryght glad of me Lamwell behelde that lady bryght Her loue hym rauysshed anone ryght He sate hym downe the lady besyde Damoysell he sayd tyde what betyde Euermore bothe lowde and styll Commaunde me ryght at your wyll Syr knyght she sayd curtoyse and hende I knowe thy state bothe fyrst and ende Wylte thou trystly to me take And all other for me forsake I shall mayntayne thyne honoure With golde and syluer and ryche treasoure On euery man spende greatly And ryche gyftes largely The more thou spende the meryer thou syt I shall the fynde ynoughe of it His loue brente lyke the fyre For than she had all his desyre Of her pro●●r he was full bl●●●● 〈…〉 Also they wasshed and downe sette And at soupere togethere they ete Mete and drynke they had plente Of euery thynge that was daynte After soupere whan daye was gone To bedde they wente bothe anone All that nyght they laye in fere And dyd that theyr wylles were For playe they sleped lytell that nyght Tyll it began to be daye lyght Lamwell she sayd ryse and go nowe Golde and syluer take ynoughe with you Largely to spende on euery man For ye shall haue ynoughe than And when ye wyll gentyll knyght To speke with me by daye or nyght Vnto some secrete place ye go And thynke on me so and so And I shall anone with you be No man saue you shall se me Of one thynge syr I the defendaunte Of me syr to make thyne auaunte For yf thou do beware beforne For euer thou hast my loue forlorne The maydens brought hym his hors anone He taketh his leue and forthe is gone Of treasure he hathe great plente And so rode he thrughe the cyte Whan that he came there he shulde bene A meryer man had they not sene Hym selfe he rode full rychely And his squyers full stoutely Lamwell maketh the noble feestes Lamwell fynde mynstrelles that gestes Lamwell byethe the great stedes Lamwell gyueth the ryche wedes Lamwell geuethe plentye of mete and drynke Lamwell helpe there as he nede coude thynke Lamwell rewarde relygyous Lamwell helped euery pore hous For were he knyght squyre or swayne With his goodes he helped them Of his largenes euery man wote But no man knewe howe he it gote And whan hym lyked pryuely and styll His lady was redy at his wyll Well happy were nowe that man That in these dayes had suche one But on a tyme syr Gawayne That curtoys knyght and syr Ewayne Syr Lamwell with them also And other knyghtes twenty and mo Wente to playe them on the grene Vnder the towre there as was the quene These knyghtes on theyr game played tho And sythe to daunsynge gan they go Syr Lamwell was before set For his large spence they loued hym bet The quene in her towre behelde this all She sayde yonder is large Lamwell Of all the knyghtes that ben there Is none so fayre a bachelere And hathe neyther lemman ne wyse I wolde he loued me as his lyfe Betyde me well betyde me yll I shall she sayd go wete his wyll She toke with her a company Of damoyselles that were ryght praty And gothe her downe anone ryghtes For to daunce with the knyghtes The quene went to the fyrst ende Bytwene Gawen and Lamwell the hende And all her maydens so forthe ryghtes One and one bytwene two knyhhtes Whan all the daunsynge dyde as lake The quene Lamwell to counsayle gan take Shortely she sayd thou gentyll knyght I haue loued and dothe with all my myght And as moche desyre I the As Arthoure the kynge so fre Good happe is nowe to the tane To loue me and none other woman Madame he sayd nay certays I wyll not be traytoure neuer my dayes I owe the kynge feate and homage Shall I neuer do hym that domage Fye on the thou false cowarde Dastarde harlot that thou arte That thou lyuest it is pyte That louest no woman nor woman the Me thynke harlot thou shuldest be fayne And answere me with ye agayne Syth I the loue ywys Before all that in the courte is But as thou arte so thou doost No woman on the wyll make boost The knyght was sore agreued tho And answered hee and sayd ryght so Madame he sayde thou sayst thy wyll I can loue bothe lowde and styll And am loued with my lemman That fayrer hathe no gentylman Nor none so fayre this saye I Neyther mayden nor yet lady That the symplest mayde with her I wene Ouer the madame myght be a quene Then was she a shamed and full wrothe She cleped her maydens and forthe gothe To chaumbre she went all heuy For tene and angre she wolde dye kynge Arthure came from huntynge Glad and mery for all thynge To the quenes chaumbre gone is he And she fell downe vpon her kne Sone lorde gan she crye Helpe me lorde or I dye And without ye Iuge ryght I shall dye this enders nyght I spake with Lam well on my game And he besought me of shame As a full vylayne traytoure He wolde haue done me dyshonoure And of a lemman praysement he made That the symplest mayde she had Myght be a quene ouer me And all lorde in dyspyte of the The kynge therwih waxed wrothe And for angre he swore his othe That Lamwell shulde abydethe lawe To be hanged and drawe He commaunded foure knyghtes To fetche the traytoure forthe ryghtes The foure knyghtes seketh hym anone But to his chambre was he gone Alas he sayd my lyfe is lorne Hereof she warned me beforne Of all thynges that I dyde vse Of her shulde I neuer make rouse He cleped and called and her besought But all that auayled hym nought He wepte and sorowed and he dyde crye And on his knees he prayed her of marry He bete his body and his heed eke And cursed his mouthe of her dyde speke O my lady o gentyll creature How shall my wretched body endure My worldes blysse I haue forlorne And falsely vnto my lady forsworne For sorowe and care he made that stounde He fell on sowne vpon the grounde So longe he laye that the knyghtes came And in his chambre they toke hym than And as a th● 〈…〉 〈…〉 Lamwell answered with mylde mode And tolde hym the sothe euery worde That it was none otherwyse than so That wolde he make good tho What all the courte wolde to hym loke Twelue knyghtes were put to a boke The sothe to saye in that case All together as it was These twelue knyghtes as I wene knewe the rule of the quene All thoughe the kynge was bolde and stoute She was wycked out and oute And she had suche a comforte To haue lemmans vnder her lorde Wherby they coude all tell It was longe of her and not of Lamwell Here of they quyte a trewe man And sythe they spake forthe on That yf he myght his lemman brynge Of whome he made his auauntynge And yf he myght proue in place That her maydens fayrer was And also bryghter and shene And of more beaute than the quene 〈…〉 Alas he sayd I shall dye 〈…〉 My lefe I shall se neuer 〈…〉 Ete nor drynke wolde he● 〈…〉 But wepynge and in w● 〈…〉 So is he with sorowe 〈…〉 He wolde his endynge● 〈…〉 That he myght from his 〈…〉 Eche man for hym wa● 〈…〉 For a larger spender th● 〈…〉 Came neuer in that c● 〈…〉 Therto was he fyers 〈…〉 None better in 〈◊〉 ky● 〈…〉 The d●●as 〈…〉 They brought the● 〈…〉 His borowes that hi● 〈…〉 To apere before the k● 〈…〉 The kynge lete it be re● 〈…〉 Bothe the playnte and 〈…〉 He bad hym brynge hi● 〈…〉 And he answered tha● 〈…〉 The wordes that I sa● 〈…〉 Wete ye well I lyed o● 〈…〉 If I so myght be take 〈…〉 In that quarell wold 〈…〉 For this I saye to yo● 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●in her boure 〈…〉 pleasoure 〈…〉 ●re of ryght 〈…〉 ●e a syght 〈…〉 more wold I care 〈…〉 ●e dethe wolde I fare 〈…〉 ●kerly 〈…〉 or that I dye 〈…〉 ●lynge 〈…〉 ●orthy thynge 〈…〉 ●nge sayse 〈…〉 the prayse ●line 〈…〉 ●ought 〈…〉 hym thore 〈…〉 ●yp is the more 〈…〉 ●e here by 〈…〉 ●e on hye 〈…〉 ●maundement 〈…〉 ●e iugement 〈…〉 or newayle 〈…〉 ●nsayle 〈…〉 ●ge our lorde 〈…〉 recorde 〈…〉 Therfore syrs by our rede 〈…〉 We wyll the kynge suche ●● 〈…〉 That he shall commaund 〈…〉 And voyde hys courte for 〈…〉 Whyle they stode thus spe● 〈…〉 They sawe two ladyes co● 〈…〉 That was bryght as bl●ss● 〈…〉 On whyte palfrays with 〈…〉 Fayrer creatures with they 〈…〉 Ne better attyred they neu● 〈…〉 All them iuged on them 〈…〉 Ouer the quene as Lamw● 〈…〉 Than sayd Gawyne that 〈…〉 Lam well drede the for no● 〈…〉 Here comethe thy lemman 〈…〉 Truely the fayrest creature 〈…〉 That euer man sawe befor● 〈…〉 Lo where she rydethe vpo● 〈…〉 More fayrer they be certay● 〈…〉 Than euer the praysement 〈…〉 Lamwell behelde them be 〈…〉 And sayde of them two no● 〈…〉 They are nothynge so fayre 〈…〉 Of theyr seruauntes maye i● 〈…〉 But wete ye well and we● 〈…〉 Myne owne lemman is it 〈…〉 To her I trespaced so great 〈…〉 I wote I shall her neuer se● 〈…〉 The maydens that came so 〈…〉 Wentte to the castell to the 〈…〉 Whan they came syr Lam● 〈…〉 Obeysaunce to hym they m● 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●em that they made 〈…〉 the they rade 〈…〉 ●ne and saluted hym there 〈…〉 of a chaumbre fayre 〈…〉 is here comynge 〈…〉 ●e fayrest thynge 〈…〉 be hange it eke 〈…〉 ●tes vnder her fete 〈…〉 ●hat wyll she done 〈…〉 shall wete sone 〈…〉 ●nded for her sake 〈…〉 ●e to them take 〈…〉 bowre on hye 〈…〉 ●s baronye 〈…〉 ●e your iugement 〈…〉 ●nswered verament 〈…〉 these maydens so bryght 〈…〉 by this lyght 〈…〉 ●e gone 〈…〉 ●e sone anone 〈…〉 began tho 〈…〉 ●nd some sayd not so 〈…〉 ●ey wolde hym deme 〈…〉 ●ynge and quene 〈…〉 ●e make hym chere 〈…〉 pledynge in fere 〈…〉 ●ens came rydynge tho 〈…〉 ●n the other two 〈…〉 ●ly mules of spayne 〈…〉 ●o brydels were campayne 〈…〉 in ryche atyre 〈…〉 had great desyre 〈…〉 〈…〉 ough● 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●●rth brough● 〈…〉 〈…〉 kynge than 〈…〉 〈…〉 man 〈…〉 mete and dryn● 〈…〉 〈…〉 after thynke 〈…〉 myght 〈…〉 〈…〉 lyght 〈…〉 〈…〉 he 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●ht 〈…〉 ●n leue 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●ow● 〈…〉 〈…〉 that he hy● 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●as ●●one 〈…〉 〈…〉 ge● was he 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●entes he gaue 〈…〉 〈…〉 as sparcle 〈…〉 〈…〉 myght no ma● 〈…〉 〈…〉 his caple was sl●● 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●an that he thus lo● 〈…〉 〈…〉 Erle out of the vat● 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●pon an hyghe moun● 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●his Erle there chau●● 〈…〉 〈…〉 ●●d set hym on a full ▪ 〈…〉 〈…〉 That her maidens fairer was And also brighter shene And of more beautye then the quene , And also of countenaunce and of hewe They would quite hym as trewe yf he myght not stande there til , He should abyde the kynges wyl , This verdit was geuen before the king The day was set her in to bryng Suerties her founde to come agayne Syr Gawayne , and syr ●wayne , Aals ( he sayed ( I shal dye , My lyese I shal neuer see with exe Eate nor drinke would he neuer , But in wepyng and wo was euer , So is he with sorow nome He woulde his endyng 〈…〉 come Eche 〈…〉 For a large 〈…〉 Came neuer in that countree Therto was he fiers and bolde Neuer a better in the kynges housholde , The day was come of his appearing , They brought the knyght before the kyng , Hys borowes that hys suertyes was , To appere before the kynges face The kyng let it be rehersed there Both the plenty and his answere , He had him bryng hys Lemon in sight , And he answeret , that he ne myght . The wordes that I sayed eche one Wete ye wel I lyed of none Yf I so myght be taken thereby , In that quarel would I dye For thys I say to you alone A Fairer then she was neuer none But of beautys and of shape I am to symple to touche her lape There was neuer man yet I wate Emperour kyng , or high estate Where euer they dwel far or nere For her fairenes myght be her pere Nor yet come within her boure , But if it were for her pleasure I would desyre no more of right But once of her to haue a sight Truly my lorde for no more would I care Forthwith then to death would I fare Not to displease her sikerly Yet would I ye saw her or I dye , But it is not al my willing It is as she wyll that worthie thing , Bryng her forth the kyng sayes , That thou now so fast doest praise , To proue the soth that thou sayest of , Forsoth my lord that can I not , The kyng sayed vnto him thore , Forsoth thy disworship hys the more . What may we know al hereby But that thou liest loude and hye . The barons all had commaundement .