Part 26 (2/2)

Botte whanne the warre ys donne, I'll haste awaie.

The reste from nethe tymes masque must shew yttes face. 405 I see onnombered joies arounde mee ryse; Blake[68] stondethe future doome, and joie dothe mee alyse.

O honnoure, honnoure, whatt ys bie thee hanne?

Hailie the robber and the bordelyer, 410 Who kens ne thee, or ys to thee bestanne, And nothynge does thie myckle gastness fere.

Faygne woulde I from mie bosomme alle thee tare.

Thou there dysperpellest[69] thie levynne-bronde; Whylest mie soulgh's forwyned, thou art the gare; 415 Sleene ys mie comforte bie thie ferie honde; As somme talle hylle, whann wynds doe shake the ground, Itte kerveth all abroade, bie brasteynge hyltren wounde.

Honnoure, whatt bee ytte? tys a shadowes shade, A thynge of wychencref, an idle dreme; 420 On of the fonnis whych the clerche have made Menne wydhoute sprytes, and wommen for to fleme; Knyghtes, who efte kenne the loude dynne of the beme, Schulde be forgarde to syke enfeeblynge waies, Make everych acte, alyche theyr soules, be breme, 425 And for theyre chyvalrie alleyne have prayse.

O thou, whatteer thie name, Or Zabalus or Queed, Comme, steel mie sable spryte, For fremde[70] and dolefulle dede. 430

MAGNUS, HURRA, _and_ HIE PREESTE, _wyth the_ ARMIE, _neare_ Watchette.

MAGNUS.

Swythe[71] lette the offrendes[72] to the G.o.ddes begynne.

To knowe of hem the issue of the fyghte.

Potte the blodde-steyned sword and pavyes ynne; Spreade swythyn all arounde the hallie lyghte.

HIE PREESTE _syngeth_.

Yee, who hie yn mokie ayre 435 Delethe seasonnes foule or fayre, Yee, who, whanne yee weere agguylte, The mone yn bloddie gyttelles[73] hylte, Mooved the starres, and dyd unbynde Everyche barriere to the wynde; 440 Whanne the oundynge waves dystreste, Stroven to be overest, Sockeynge yn the spyre-gyrte towne, Swolterynge wole natyones downe, Sendynge dethe, on plagues astrodde, 445 Moovynge lyke the erthys G.o.dde; To mee send your heste dyvyne, Lyghte eletten[74] all myne eyne, Thatt I maie now undevyse All the actyonnes of th'empprize. 450 [_falleth downe and efte rysethe._ Thus sayethe the G.o.ddes; goe, yssue to the playne; Forr there shall meynte of mytte menne bee slayne.

MAGNUS.

Whie, foe there evere was, whanne Magnus foughte.

Efte have I treynted noyance throughe the hoaste, Athorowe swerdes, alyche the Queed dystraughte, 455 Have Magnus pressynge wroghte hys foemen loaste.

As whanne a tempeste vexethe soare the coaste, The dyngeynge ounde the sandeie stronde doe tare, So dyd I inne the warre the javlynne toste, Full meynte a champyonnes breaste received mie spear. 460 Mie sheelde, lyche sommere morie gronfer droke, Mie lethalle speere, alyche a levyn-mylted oke.

HURRA.

Thie wordes are greate, full hyghe of sound, and eeke Lyche thonderre, to the whych dothe comme no rayne.

Itte lacketh notte a doughtie honde to speke; 465 The c.o.c.ke saiethe drefte[75], yett armed ys he alleyne.

Certis thie wordes maie, thou motest have sayne Of mee, and meynte of moe, who eke canne fyghte, Who haveth trodden downe the adventayle, And tore the heaulmes from heades of myckle myghte. 470 Sythence syke myghte ys placed yn thie honde, Lette blowes thie actyons speeke, and bie thie corrage stonde.

MAGNUS.

Thou are a warrioure, Hurra, thatte I kenne, And myckle famed for thie handie dede.

Thou fyghtest anente[76] maydens and ne menne, 475 Nor aie thou makest armed hartes to blede.

Efte I, caparyson'd on bloddie stede, Havethe thee seene binethe mee ynn the fyghte, Wythe corses I investynge everich mede, And thou aston, and wondrynge at mie myghte. 480 Thanne wouldest thou comme yn for mie renome, Albeytte thou wouldst reyne awaie from bloddie dome?

HURRA.

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