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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Turnament of Tottenham</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Turnament of Tottenham; or, the Wooeing, Winning, and Wedding of Tibbe, the Reev's Davghter There.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of all thes kene conquerours to carpe it were kynde;<br>Of fele feyztyng folk ferly we fynde;<br>The Turnament of Totenham have we in mynde;<br>It were harme sych hardynes were holden byhynde,<br>In story as we rede<br>Of Hawkyn, of Herry,<br>Of Tomkyn, of Terry,<br>Of them that were dughty<br>And stalworth in dede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It befel in Totenham on a dere day,<br>Ther was mad a shurtyng be the hyway;<br>Theder com al the men of the contray,<br>Of Hyssylton, of Hy-gate, and of Hakenay,<br>And all the swete swynkers: <br>Ther hopped Hawkyn,<br>Ther daunsed Dawkyn,<br>Ther trumped Tomkyn,<br>And all were trewe drynkers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tyl the day was gon and evyn-song past,<br>That thay shuld reckyn ther scot and ther counts cast;<br>Perkyn, the potter, into the press past,<br>And sayd, 'Randol, the refe, a dozter thou hast,<br>Tyb the dere.<br>Therefor faine wyt wold I, <br>Whych of all thys bachelery<br>Were best worthye<br>To wed hur to hys fere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upstyrt thos gadelyngys wyth ther lang staves, <br>And sayd, 'Randol, the refe, lo, thys lad raves;<br>Boldely amang us thy dozter he craves;<br>We er rycher men than he, and mor gode haves,<br>Of cattell and corn.'<br>Then sayd Perkyn, 'To Tybbe I have hyzt,<br>That I schal be alway redy in my ryzt,<br>If that it schuld be thys day sevenyzt,<br>Or elles zet to morn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sayd Randolfe, the refe, 'Ever be he waryd<br>That about thys carpyng lenger wold be taryd:<br>I wold not my dozter, that scho were miscaryd,<br>But at hur most worschip I wold scho were maryd.<br>Therfor a Turnament schal begynne<br>Thys day sevenyzt,-<br>Wyth a flayl for to fyzt:<br>And 'he' that is of most myght<br>Schal brouke hur wyth wynne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Whoso berys hym best in the turnament, <br>Hym schal be granted the gre be the comon assent,<br>For to wynne my dozter wyth 'dughtynesse' of dent,<br>And 'Coppell' my brode-henne, 'that' was brozt out of Kent,<br>And my dunyd kowe.<br>For no spens wyl I spare,<br>For no cattell wyl I care;<br>He schal have my gray mare,<br>And my spottyd sowe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ther was many 'a' bold lad ther bodyes to bede:<br>Than thay toke thayr leve and homward they zede,<br>And all the weke afterward graythed ther wede,<br>Tyll it come to the day, that thay suld do ther dede.<br>They armed tham in matts<br>Thay set on ther nollys,<br>For to hepe ther pollys,<br>Gode blake bollys,<br>For bateryng of bats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thay sowed tham in schepeskynnes, for thay schuld not brest,<br>Ilk-on toke a blak hat, insted of a crest,<br>'A basket or a panyer before on ther brest,' <br>And a flayle in ther hande; for to fyght prest,<br>Furth gon thay fare.<br>Ther was kyd mekyl fors,<br>Who schuld best fend hys cors;<br>He that had no gode hors,<br>He gat hym a mare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sych another gadryng have I not sene oft,<br>When all the gret company com rydand to the croft;<br>Tyb on a gray mare was set up on loft<br>On a sek ful of fedyrs, for scho sculd syt soft,<br>And led 'till the gap.'<br>For cryeng of the men<br>Forther wold not Tyb then,<br>Tyl scho had hur brode hen <br>Set in hur Lap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gay gyrdyl Tyb had on, borowed for the nonys,<br>And a garland on hur hed, ful of rounde bonys,<br>And a broche on hur brest, ful of 'sapphyre' stonys,<br>Wyth the holy-rode tokenyng, was wrotyn for the nonys;<br>For no 'spendings' thay had spared.<br>When joly Gyb saw hur thare,<br>He gyrd so hys gray mare,<br>'That scho lete a fowkin' fare<br>At the rereward. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wow to God,' quoth Herry, 'I schal not lefe behynde; <br>May I mete wyth Bernard on Bayard the blynde.<br>Ich man kepe hym out of my wynde,<br>For whatsoever that he be, before me I fynde,<br>I wot I schall hym greve.'<br>'Wele sayd,' quoth Hawkyn,<br>'And I wow,' quoth Dawkyn,<br>'May I mete wyth Tomkyn,<br>Hys flayle I schal hym reve.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make a vow,' quoth Hud, 'Tyb, son schal thou se,<br>Whych of all thys bachelery 'granted' is the gre.<br>I schal scomfet thaym all, for the love of the;<br>In what place so I come thay schal have dout of me,<br>Myn armes ar so clere:<br>I bere a reddyl, and a rake, <br>Poudred wyth a brenand drake,<br>And three cantells of a cake <br>In ycha cornere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I vow to God,' quoth Hawkyn, 'yf 'I' have the gowt,<br>Al that I fynde in the felde 'thrustand' here aboute,<br>Have I twyes or thryes redyn thurgh the route,<br>In ycha stede ther thay me se, of me thay schal have doute.<br>When I begyn to play,<br>I make avowe that I ne schall,<br>But yf Tybbe wyl me call,<br>Or I be thryes don fall,<br>Ryzt onys com away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sayd Terry, and swore be hys crede:<br>'Saw thou never yong boy forther hys body bede,<br>For when thay fyzt fastest and most ar in drede,<br>I schall take Tyb by the hand and hur away lede.<br>I am armed at the full;<br>In myn armys I bere wele<br>A doz trogh and a pele,<br>A sadyll wythout a panell,<br>Wyth a fles of woll.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make a vow,' quoth Dudman, and swor be the stra,<br>'Whyls me ys left my 'mare,' thou gets hurr not swa;<br>For scho ys wele schapen and lizt as the rae,<br>Ther is no capul in thys myle befor hr schal ga.<br>Sche wul ne nozt begyle;<br>Sche wyl me bere, I dar say,<br>On a lang somerys day,<br>Fro Hyssylton to Hackenay,<br>Nozt other half myle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make a vow,' quoth Perkyn, 'thow speks of cold rost,<br>I schal wyrch 'wyselyer' without any bost.<br>Five of the best capulys that ar in thys ost,<br>I wot I schal thaym wynne, and bryng thaym to my cost,<br>And here I grant tham Tybbe.<br>Wele boyes here ys he,<br>That wyl fyzt and not fle,<br>For I am in my jolyte,<br>Wyth so forth, Gybbe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thay had ther vowes made, furth can thay hie, <br>Wyth flayles and hornes and trumpes mad of tre.<br>Ther were all the bachelerys of that contre:<br>Thay were dyzt in aray, as thaymselfes wold be.<br>Thayr baners were ful bryzt,<br>Of an old rotten fell;<br>The cheveron of a plow-mell,<br>And the schadow of a bell,<br>'Quartred' wyth the mone lyst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wot yt 'was' no chylder game whan thay togedyr met,<br>When icha freke in the feld on hys feloy bet,<br>And layd on styfly, for nothyng wold thay let,<br>And foght ferly fast, tyll ther horses swet.<br>And few wordys spoken.<br>Ther were flayles al so slatred,<br>Ther were scheldys al to flatred,<br>Bollys and dysches al to schatred,<br>And many hedys brokyn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ther was clynkyng of cart-sadelys, and clatteryng of cannes;<br>Of fele frekys in the feld brokyn were their fannes;<br>Of sum were the hedys brokyn, of sum the brayn-pannes,<br>And yll were thay besene or thay went thanns,<br>Wyth swyppyng of swepyls.<br>Thay were so wery for-foght,<br>Thay myzt not fyzt mare oloft,<br>But creped about in the 'croft,'<br>As thay were croked crepyls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perkyn was so wery, that he began to loute:<br>'Help, Hud, I am ded in thys ylk rowte;<br>An hors, for forty pens, a gode and a stoute,<br>That I may lyztly come of my noye oute.<br>For no cost wyl I spare.'<br>Hy styrt up as a snayle,<br>And hent a capul be the tayle,<br>And 'reft' Dawkin hys flayle,<br>And wan there a mare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perkyn wan five, and Hud wan twa.<br>Glad and blythe thay ware that thay had don sa;<br>Thay wold have tham to Tyb, and present hur with tha;<br>The Capulls were so wery that thay myzt not ga,<br>But styl gon thay stond.<br>'Alas!' quoth Hudde, 'my joye I lese:<br>Mee had lever then a ston of chese<br>That dere Tyb had al these,<br>And wyst it were my sond.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perkyn turnyd hym about in that ych thrang;<br>Among those wery boyes he wrest and he wrang,<br>He threw tham doun to the erth, and thrast tham amang,<br>When he saw Tyrry away wyth Tyb fang,<br>And after hym ran.<br>Off his horse he hym drogh,<br>And gag hym of hys flayl inogh.<br>'We te he!' quoth Tyb, and lugh:<br>'Ye er a dughty man.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thus' thay tugged and rugged, tyl yt was nere nyzt,<br>All the wyves of Totenham came to see that syzt<br>Wyth wyspes and kexis and ryschys there lyxt,<br>To fetch hom ther husbandes that were tham trouth plyzt.<br>And some brozt gret harwos,<br>Ther husbandes hom to fetch,<br>Som on dores, and sum on hech,<br>Sum on hyrdyllys, and som on crech,<br>And sum on whelebarrows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thay gaderyd Perkyn about 'on' everych syde,<br>And grant hym ther 'the gre,' the more was hys pryde.<br>Tyb and he wyth gret 'mirth' homeward con thay ryde,<br>And were al nyzt togedyr tyl the morn tyde.<br>And thay 'to church went.'<br>So wele hys nedys he has sped,<br>That dere Tyb he 'hath' wed;<br>The prayse-folk, that hur led,<br>Were of the Turnament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To that ylk fest com many for the mones;<br>Some come hyphalte, and some trippand 'thither' on the stonys;<br>Sum a staf in hys hand, and sum two at onys;<br>Of sum where the hedes broken, of some the schulder bonys.<br>With sorrow come thay thedyr.<br>Wo was Hawkyn, wo was Herry,<br>Wo was Tomkyn, wo was Terry,<br>And so was all the bachelary,<br>When thay met togedyr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At that fest thay wer servyd with a ryche aray:<br>Every fyve and fyve had a cokenay.<br>And so thay sat in jolyte al the lung day;<br>And at the last thay went to bed with ful gret deray.<br>Mekyl myrth was them among:<br>In every corner of the hous<br>Was melody delycyous,<br>For to here precyus,<br>Of six menys song.</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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Of all thes kene conquerours to carpe it were kynde;
Of fele feyztyng folk ferly we fynde;
The Turnament of Totenham have we in mynde;
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