Part 40 (1/2)

KYNGE.

Mie friende, Syr Hughe, whatte tydynges brynges thee here?

HUGHE.

There is no mancas yn mie loverdes ente[163]; The hus dyspense[164] unpaied doe appere; 150 The laste receivure[165] ys eftesoones[166] dispente[167].

KYNGE.

Thenne guylde the Weste.

HUGHE.

Mie loverde, I dyd speke Untoe the mitte[168] Erle Harolde of the thynge; He raysed hys honde, and smoke me onne the cheke, Saieynge, go beare thatte message to the kynge. 155

KYNGE.

Arace[169] hym of hys powere; bie G.o.ddis worde, Ne moe thatte Harolde shall ywield the erlies swerde.

HUGHE.

Atte seeson fytte, mie loverde, lette itt bee; Botte nowe the folcke doe soe enalse[170] hys name, Inne strevvynge to slea hymme, ourselves wee slea; 160 Syke ys the doughtyness[171] of hys grete fame.

KYNGE.

Hughe, I beethyncke, thie rede[172] ys notte to blame.

Botte thou maiest fynde fulle store of marckes yn Kente.

HUGHE.

Mie n.o.ble loverde, G.o.dwynn ys the same He sweeres he wylle notte swelle the Normans ent. 165

KYNGE.

Ah traytoure! botte mie rage I wylle commaunde.

Thou arte a Normanne, Hughe, a straunger to the launde.

Thou kenneste howe these Englysche erle doe bere Such stedness[173] in the yll and evylle thynge, Botte atte the goode theie hover yn denwere[174], 170 Onknowlachynge[175] gif thereunto to clynge.

HUGHE.

Onwordie syke a marvelle[176] of a kynge!

O Edwarde, thou deservest purer leege[177]; To thee heie[178] shulden al theire mancas brynge; Thie nodde should save menne, and thie glomb[179] forslege[180]. 175 I amme no curriedowe[181], I lacke no wite [182], I speke whatte bee the trouthe, and whatte all see is ryghte.

KYNGE.

Thou arte a hallie[183] manne, I doe thee pryze.

Comme, comme, and here and hele[184] mee ynn mie praires.