[Bevis of Hampton] Beuve de Hanstone. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A09589 of text S111740 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1987). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A09589 STC 1987 ESTC S111740 99847017 99847017 12020 2240915134

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A09589) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 12020) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 72:01) [Bevis of Hampton] Beuve de Hanstone. [4+] p. W. de Worde, [Westminster : 1500] Based on the twelfth-century Anglo-Norman chanson de geste "Beuve de Hanstone". Imprint from STC. Thirty-two lines to a page; 95 mm. textura with capital "T" having crooked stem. Begins on leaf 2 recto; line 1 there reads: In all the londes of crystyente--STC. In verse. Imperfect; a fragment of two leaves. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng eebo [Bevis of Hampton] [no entry] 1500 6 933 6 0 0 0 0 0 64.31 D The rate of 64.31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2009-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2009-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
〈…〉 In all the londes of crystyenie Was none founde so good as he Whyle he was younge and Iolyfe ▪ Wolde syr Guy wedde no wyfe . But whan he began to elde Wexed feble and vnwelde And toke his leue of cheualry And dwelled in Englonde certaynly In that tyme kynge Edgar anone . Sente after syr Guy full sone . And syt Guy was true and wyce . And knowen for a knyght of pryce He made hym hyghe stewarde of his londe . And what so euer he sayd it sholde stonde . He kepte well Englonde in his dayes And set peas and stable layes That no man was so hardy To do another velany . Vpon a daye thought syr Guy That he wolde wedde some fayre lady And haue bytwene them some chyldren fayre . That of theyr londe myght be theyr heyre . The kynge of Scotlonde in that tyde . Had a doughter of grete pryde . The emperours broder of Almayne Loued ●ha● lady , as men sayne But Guy wedded her god hym saue And at her fader he dyd her craue The kynge of scotlonde not for thy Gaue his doughter vnto syr Guy Ayenst the wyll of his doughter bryght She had leuer haue hadde the other knyght . For he was yonge and bolde . And syr Guy was wexen olde Alas that euer he her to hym chose His owne lyfe for her to lose . Syr Guy wedded that lady free . And brought her home to his countree So longe to bedde he her ledde . That a man chylde to gyder they hadde . Beuys they called that childe bolde . He was no more but seuyn yere olde . Whan his fader was slayne With syr Mordure of almayne That lady betought her vpon a daye ▪ And vnto her selfe ganne she saye My lorde is olde and maye not wyrche Alle daye he goth vnto the chyrche What for breysynge and what for age . He louech not with me for to rage But hadde I take a yonge knyght . That hadde not ben brusyd in fyght . He wolde me loue both daye and nyght . And make me all the myrth that he myght Truly it shall be thus noo whyle . I shall let sle hym wyth summe gyle After a messenger the lady sende . That before he was her frende And sayd thou shalt on my message . Thy selfe alone without ony page With that thou holde it counceyll . I shall the quyte for thy trauayll Madame he sayd holde you styll : For I wyll do all at your wyll . My lorde the it sente syr mordure . To nyght he commyth to thy bourt This yet tel he sayde is lefe to me . And tanke syr mordure of his gentre . And saye I am all at his wyll . Erly and late londe and styll . The messenger away thenne wente And tolde his lorde as she had sent NOwe wyll we of yonge Beuys tell Howe woo he was and howe hym befelle . Alas he sayd all for tene . That I had not wyth my fader been To haue holpyn my fader in that stome Ayenst that fals●●heef syr mordure To his moder he ran and sayde . Why haste thou my fader betrayed : I wyll be wrokyn of his bane . Alas that euer thou were womane And all false hores for thy sake To the denyll of hell I them betake . But one o the moder I the swere yf I may euer armes bere I shall be venged wyth myght and mayne On them that hathe my fader slayne His moder his wordes vnderstode . And gaue hym a buffet vpon the hode . To the grou●●e he fell and that was harme His mayster toke hym vp by the arme Men called his mayster syr Sabere That chylde was to hym left and dere For Sabere was syr Guyes broder . In Englonde was not suche an other . Home withe th chylde he wente . The lady after Sabyre sente . Sabyre she sayd for wele or for wo. My sone beuye loke that thou slo For shall I neuer gladde be That daye that I hym see . Syr Sabyre was not well apayde But graunted as the lady sayde . Home he wente full sory in this wyse . He toke for wyles and slewe a gryce The ryche chyldes clothes fayre and good . He them bespronge with the blode Syr Sabere all for drede Liothed the chylde in poore wede And sayd beuys it behoueth the to kepe Vpon the felde all my shepe Tyll the spousage be brought to an ende And then wyll we vnto wales wende . There is an erle sybbe vnto the Thou shalte there dwelle and with hym be Whan thou arte wexen and armes may bere And haue strenght harneys to were Than thou shalte clayme thyn herytage . And venge thy fader be thou of aege And I shall helpe the than to fyght With dynte of swerde to wynne thy ryght Therfore my shepe forth thou dryue That no man knowe thou be on lyue . And forth he wente with Sabyres shepe To the felde and sore gan wepe . Whan beuys was on hygh vpon the downe . He loked to warde south hampton 〈…〉