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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>King Estmere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearken to me, gentlemen,<br>Come and you shall heare;<br>He tell you of two of the boldest brethren,<br>That ever born y-were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tone of them as Adler yonge,<br>The tother was Kyng Estmere;<br>The were as bolde men in their deedes,<br>As any were, farr and neare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they were drinking ale and wine<br>Within Kyng Estmeres halle:<br>'When will ye marry a wyfe, brother,<br>A wyfe to gladd us all?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bespake him Kyng Estmere,<br>And answered him hatilee<br>'I know not that ladye in any lande,<br>That is able to marry with mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Kyng Adland hath a daughter, brother,<br>Men call her bright and sheene;<br>If I were kyng here in your stead,<br>That ladye shold be queene.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Reade me, reade me, deare brother,<br>Throughout merry England,<br>Where we might find a messenger<br>Betweene us two to sende.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'You shall ryde yourselfe, brother,<br>He beare you companee;<br>Many throughe fals messengers are deceived,<br>And I feare lest soe shold wee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus the renisht them to ryde<br>Of twoe good renisht steedes,<br>And when they came to Kyng Adlands halle,<br>Of red golde shone their weedes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the came to Kyng Adlands halle<br>Before the goodlye yate,<br>Ther they found good Kyng Adland<br>Rearing himselfe theratt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe Christ thee save, good Kyng Adland,<br>Nowe Christ thee save and see.'<br>Sayd, 'You be welcome, Kyng Estmere,<br>Right hartilye to mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You have a daughter,' sayd Adler yonge,<br>'Men call her bright and sheene;<br>My brother wold marrye her to his wiffe,<br>Of Englande to be queene.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yesterdaye was att my dere daughter<br>Syr Bremor the Kyng of Spayne;<br>And then she nicked him of naye;<br>I feare sheele do youe the same.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Kyng of Spayne is a foule paynim,<br>And leevith on Mahound;<br>And pitye it were that fayre ladye<br>Shold marrye a heathen hound.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But grant to me,' sayes Kyng Estmere,<br>'For my love I you praye,<br>That I may see your daughter dere<br>Before I goe hence awaye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Althoughe itt is seven yeare and more<br>Syth my daughter was in halle,<br>She shall come downe once for your sake,<br>To glad my guestes alle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Downe then came that mayden fayre,<br>With ladyes lacede in pall,<br>And halfe a hondred of bolde knightes,<br>To bring her from bowre to hall,<br>And eke as manye gentle squieres,<br>To waite upon them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The talents of golde were on her head sette,<br>Hunge low downe to her knee;<br>And everye rynge on her small finger<br>Shone of the chrystall free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Christ you save, my deare Madame;'<br>Sayes, 'Christ you save and see;'<br>Sayes, 'You be welcome, Kyng Estmere,<br>Right welcome unto mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And iff you love me, as you saye,<br>So well and hartilee,<br>All that ever you are comen about<br>Soone sped now itt may bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bespake her father deare:<br>'My daughter, I saye naye;<br>Remember well the Kyng of Spayne,<br>What he sayd yesterdaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He wold pull downe my halles and castles,<br>And reave me of my lyfe:<br>And ever I feare that paynim kyng,<br>Iff I reave him of his wyfe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Your castles and your towres, father,<br>Are stronglye built aboute;<br>And therefore of that foule paynim<br>Wee neede not stande in doubte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Plyght me your troth nowe, Kyng Estmere,<br>By heaven and your right hande,<br>That you will marrye me to your wyfe,<br>And make me queene of your land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Kyng Estmere he plight his troth<br>By heaven and his righte hand,<br>That he wolde marrye her to his wyfe,<br>And make her queene of his land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre,<br>To goe to his owne countree,<br>To fetche him dukes and lordes and knightes,<br>That marryed the might bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had not ridden scant a myle,<br>A myle forthe of the towne,<br>But in did come the Kynge of Spayne,<br>With kempes many a one:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in did come the Kyng of Spayne,<br>With manye a grimme barone,<br>Tone day to marrye Kyng Adlands daughter,<br>Tother daye to carrye her home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shee sent after Kyng Estmere,<br>In all the spede might bee,<br>That he must either returne and fighte,<br>Or goe home and lose his ladye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One whyle then the page he went, <br>Another whyle he ranne;<br>Till he had oretaken Kyng Estmere,<br>I wis, he never blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tydinges, tydinges, Kyng Estmere!'<br>'What tydinges nowe, my boye?'<br>'O tydinges I can tell you, <br>That will you sore annoye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You had not ridden scant a myle,<br>A myle out of the towne,<br>But in did come the Kyng of Spayne<br>With kempes many a one:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But in did come the Kyng of Spayne<br>With manye a grimme barone,<br>Tone day to marrye Kyng Adlands daughter,<br>Tother daye to carrye her home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That ladye fayre she greetes you well,<br>And ever-more well by mee:<br>You must either turne againe and fighte,<br>Or goe home and lose your ladye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Reade me, reade me, deare brother,<br>My reade shall ryde at thee,<br>Whiche way we best may turne and fighte,<br>To save this fayre ladye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now hearken to me,' sayes Adler yonge,<br>'And your reade must rise at me:<br>I quicklye will devise a waye<br>To sette thy ladye free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My mother was a westerne woman,<br>And learned in gramarye,<br>And when I learned at the schole,<br>Something shee taught itt me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There groweth an hearbe within this fielde,<br>And iff it were but knowne,<br>His color which is whyte and redd,<br>It will make blacke and browne:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'His color which is browe and blacke,<br>Itt will make redd and whyte;<br>That sword is not in all Englande,<br>Upon his coate will byte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And you shal be a harper, brother,<br>Out of the north countree;<br>And Ile be your boye, so faine of fighte,<br>To beare your harpe by your knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And you shall be the best harper,<br>That ever tooke harpe in hande;<br>And I will be the best singer,<br>That ever sung in this land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Itt shal be written in your forheads,<br>All and in grammarye,<br>That we towe are the boldest men <br>That are in all Christentye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus they renisht them to ryde,<br>On towe good renish steedes;<br>And whan the came to Kyng Adlands hall,<br>Of redd gold shone their weedes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan the came to Kyng Adlands hall,<br>Untill the fayre hall yate,<br>There they found a proud porter,<br>Rearing himselfe thereatt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Christ thee save, thou proud porter;'<br>Sayes, 'Christ thee save and see.'<br>'Nowe you be welcome,' sayd the porter,<br>'Of what land soever ye bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We been harpers,' sayd Alder yonge,<br>'Come out of the northe countree;<br>We been come hither untill this place,<br>This proud weddinge for to see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayd, 'And your color were white and redd,<br>As it is blacke and browne.<br>Ild saye Kyng Estmere and his brother <br>Were comen untill this towne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they pulled out a ryng of gold,<br>Layd itt on the porters arme:<br>'And ever we will thee, proud porter,<br>Thow wilt saye us no harme.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere,<br>And sore he handled the ryng,<br>Then opened to them the fayre hall yates,<br>He lett for no kind of thyng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kyng Estmere he light off his steede,<br>Up att the fayre hall board;<br>The frothe that came from his brydle bitte<br>Light on Kyng Bremors beard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'Stable thy steede, thou proud harper,<br>Go stable him in the stalle;<br>Itt doth not beseeme a proud harper<br>To stable him in a kyngs halle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My ladd he is so lither,' he sayd,<br>'He will do nought that's meete;<br>And aye that I cold but find the man,<br>Were able him to beate.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou speakst proud words,' sayd the paynim kyng,<br>'Thou harper here to mee:<br>There is a man within this halle,<br>That will beate thy lad and thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O lett that man come downe,' he sayd,<br>'A sight of him wold I see;<br>And whan hee hath beaten well my ladd,<br>Then he shall beate of mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Downe they came the kemperye man,<br>And looked him in the eare;<br>For all the gold, that was under heaven,<br>He durst not neigh him neare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And how nowe, kempe,' sayd the Kyng of Spayne,<br>'And how that aileth thee?'<br>He sayes, 'Itt is written in his forhead <br>All and in gramarye,<br>That for all the gold that is under heaven,<br>I dare not neigh him nye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kying Estmere then pulled forth his harpe,<br>And played thereon so sweete:<br>Upstarte the ladye from the kynge,<br>As hee sate at the meate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now stay thy harpe, thou proud harper,<br>Now stay thy harpe, I say;<br>For an thou playest as thou beginnest,<br>Thou'lt till my bride awaye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He strucke upon his harpe agayne,<br>And playd both fayre and free;<br>The ladye was so pleasde thereatt,<br>She laught loud laughters three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe sell me thy harpe,' sayd the Kyng of Spayne,<br>'Thy harpe and stryngs eche one,<br>And as many gold nobles thou shalt have,<br>As there be stryngs thereon.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And what wold ye doe with my harpe,' he sayd,<br>'Iff I did sell it yee?'<br>'To playe my wiffe and me a Fitt,<br>When abed together we bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now sell me,' quoth hee, 'thy bryde soe gay,<br>As shee sitts laced in pall,<br>And as many gold nobles I will give,<br>As there be rings in the hall.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay,<br>Iff I did sell her yee?<br>More seemelye it is for her fayre bodye<br>To lye by mee than thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hee played agayne both loud and shrille,<br>And Adler he did syng,<br>'O ladye, this is thy owne true love;<br>Noe harper, but a kyng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O ladye, this is thy owne true love,<br>As playnlye thou mayest see;<br>And Ile rid thee of that foule paynim,<br>Who partes thy love and thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ladye looked, the ladye blushte,<br>And blushte and lookt agayne,<br>While Adler he hath drawne his brande,<br>And hath the Sowdan slayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then rose the kemperye men,<br>And loud they gan to crye:<br>'Ah! traytors, yee have slayne our kyng,<br>And therefore yee shall dye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde,<br>And swith he drew his brand;<br>And Estmere he, and Adler yonge,<br>Right stiffe in stour can stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And aye their swordes soe sore can byte,<br>Throughe help of Gramarye,<br>That soone they have slayne the kempery men,<br>Or forst them forth to flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kyng Estmere tooke that fayre ladye,<br>And marryed her to his wiffe,<br>And brought her home to merrye England<br>With her to leade his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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