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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tournament. An Interlude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HERAWDE<br>THE Tournament begynnes; the hammerrs sounde;<br>The courserrs lysse about the mensuredd fielde;<br>The shemrynge armoure throws the sheene arounde;<br>Quayntyssed fons depictedd onn eche sheelde.<br>The feerie heaulmets, wythe the wreathes amielde ,<br>Supportes the rampynge lyoncell orr bear;<br>Wythe straunge depyctures , Nature maie nott yeelde,<br>Unseemelie to all orderr doe appere,<br>Yett yatte <br>Makes knowen thatt the phantasies unryghte. <br>of her joies,<br>Muste swythen goe to yeve the speeres around;<br>Wythe advantayle & borne I meynte emploie,<br>Who withoute mee woulde fall untoe the grounde.<br>Soe the tall oake the ivie twysteth rounde;<br>Soe the neshe flowerr grees ynne the woodeland shade.<br>The woride bie diffraunce ys ynne orderr founde;<br>Wydhoute unlikenesse nothynge could bee made.<br>As ynn the bowke nete alleyn cann bee donne,<br>Syke ynn the weal of kynde all thynges are partes of onne. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Herawde , bie heavenne these tylterrs staie too long.<br>Mie phantasie ys dyinge forr the fyghte.<br>The mynstrelles have begonne the thyrde warr songe,<br>Yett notte a speere of hemm hath grete mie syghte.<br>I feere there be ne manne wordhie mie myghte.<br>I lacke a Guid , a Wyllyamm to entylte.<br>To reine anente a fele embodiedd knyghte,<br>Ytt getts ne rennome gyff hys blodde bee spylte.<br>Bie heavenne & Marie ytt ys tyme they're here;<br>I lyche nott unthylle thus to wielde the speare. <br>HERAWDE<br>Methynckes I heare yer slugghornes dynn fromm farre.<br>BOURTONNE<br>Ah! swythenn mie shielde & tyltynge launce bee bounde .<br>Eftsoones beheste mie Squyerr to the warre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HERAWDE<br>Thie valourous actes woulde meinte of menne astounde;<br>Harde bee yer shappe encontrynge thee ynn fyghte;<br>Anenst all menne thou berest to the grounde,<br>Lyche the hard hayle dothe the tall roshes pyghte .<br>As whanne the mornynge sonne ydronks the dew,<br>Syche dothe thie valourous actes drocke eche knyghte's hue. <br>THE LYSTES. THE KYNGE. SYRR SYMONNE DE BOURTONNE, SYRR HUGO FERRARIS, SYRR RANULPH NEVILLE, SYRR LODOVICK DE CLYNTON, SYRR JOHAN DE BERGHAMME, AND ODHERR KNYGHTES, HERAWDES, MYNSTRELLES, AND SERVYTOURS .<br>KYNGE<br>The barganette ; yee mynstrelles tune the strynge,<br>Somme actyonn dyre of auntyante kynges now synge.<br>MYNSTRELLES.<br>Wyllyamm, the Normannes floure botte Englondes thorne,<br>The manne whole myghte delievretie <br>oppe hys long strunge bowe and sheelide aborne<br>Behesteynge all hys hommageres to fyghte.<br>Goe, rouze the lyonn fromm hys hylted denne,<br>Lett thie floes drenche the blodde of anie thynge bott menne.<br>Ynn the treed forreste doe the knyghtes appere;<br>Wyllyamm wythe myghte hys bowe enyronn'd plies <br>Loude dynns the arrowe yn the wolfynn's eare;<br>Hee ryseth, battent roares, he panctes, hee dyes.<br>Forslagenn att thie feete lett wolvynns bee,<br>Lett thie floes drenche theyre blodde, bott do ne bredrenn slea.<br>Throwe the merke shade of twistynde trees hee rydes;<br>The flemed owlett flapps herr eve-speckte wynge;<br>The lordynge toade ynn all hys passes bides;<br>The berten neders att hymm darte the stynge;<br>Styll, slylle, hee passes onn, hys stede astrodde,<br>Nee hedes the daungerous waie gyff leadynge untoe bloodde. <br>The lyoncel, fromme sweltrie countries braughte,<br>Coucheynge binethe the sheltre of the brierr,<br>Att commyng dynn doth rayse hymselfe distraughte ,<br>He loketh wythe an eie of flames of fyre.<br>Goe, sticke the lyonn to hys hyltren denne,<br>Lette thie floes drenche the blood of anie thynge botte menn.<br>Wythe passent steppe the lyonn mov'th alonge;<br>Wyllyamm hys ironne-woven bowe hee bendes,<br>Wythe myghte alyche the roghlynge thonderr stronge;<br>The lyonn ynn a roare hys spryte foorthe sendes. <br>Goe, slea the lyonn yan hys blodde-steyn'd denne,<br>Botte bee thie takelle drie fromm blodde of odherr menne.<br>Swefte fromm the thyckett starks the stagge awaie;<br>The couraciers as swefte doe afterr flie.<br>Hee lepethe hie, hee stondes, hee kepes att baie,<br>Botte metes the arrowe, and eftsoones doth die.<br>Forslagen atte thie fote lette wylde beastes bee,<br>Lett thie floes drenche yer blodde, yett do ne bredrenn slee.<br>Wythe murtherr tyredd, hee sleynges hys bowe alyne <br>The stagge ys ouch'd wythe crownes of lillie flowerrs <br>Arounde theire heaulmes theie greene verte doe entwyne;<br>Joying and rev'lous ynn the grene wode bowerrs.<br>Forslagenn wyth thie floe lette wylde beastes bee,<br>Feeste thee upponne theire fleshe, doe ne thie bredrenn slee.<br>KYNGE.<br>Nowe to the Tourneie ; who wylle fyrtse affraie ?<br>HERAULDE.<br>Nevylle, a baronne, bee yatte honnoure thyne.<br>BOURTONNE.<br>I clayme the passage.<br>NEVYLLE.<br>I contake thie waie.<br>BOURTONNE.<br>Thenn there's mie gauntlette onn mie gaberdyne. <br>HEREHAULDE.<br>A leegefull challenge, knyghtes & champyonns dygne ,<br>A leegefull challenge, lette the slugghorne sounde. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nevylle ys goeynge, manne and horse, toe grounde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loverdes, how doughtilie the tylterrs joyne!<br>Yee champyonnes, heere Symonne de Bourtonne fyghtes,<br>Onne he hathe quacedd assayle hymm, yee knyghtes.<br>FERRARIS.<br>I wylle anente hymm goe; mie squierr, mie shielde;<br>Orr onne orr odherr wyll doe myckle scethe <br>Before I doe departe the lissedd fielde,<br>Mieselfe orr Bourtonne hereupponn wyll blethe .<br>Mie shielde.<br>BOURTONNE<br>Comme onne, & sitte thie tylte-launce ethe ,<br>Whanne Bourtonn fyghtes, hee metes a doughtie foe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hee falleth; nowe bie heavenne thie woundes doe smethe ;<br>I feere mee, I have wroughte thee myckle woe .<br>HERAWDE.<br>Bourtonne hys seconde beereth to the feelde.<br>Comme onn, yee knyghtes, and wynn the honnour'd sheeld.<br>BERGHAMME.<br>I take the challenge; squyre, mie launce and stede.<br>I, Bourtonne, take the gauntlette; forr mee staie.<br>Botte, gyff thou fyghteste mee, thou shalt have mede <br>Somme odherr I wylle champyonn toe affraie ;<br>Perchaunce fromme hemm I maie possess the daie,<br>Thenn I schalle bee a foemanne forr thie spere. <br>Herehawde, toe the bankes of Knyghtys saie,<br>De Berghamme wayteth forr a foemann heere.<br>CLINTON.<br>Botte longe thou schalte ne tend ; I doe thee fie ,<br>Lyche forreying levynn , schalle mie tylte-launce flie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BERGHAMME.<br>Nowe, nowe, Syrr Knyghte, attoure thie beeveredd eyne,<br>I have borne downe, and efte doe gauntlette thee.<br>Swythenne begynne, and wrynn thie shappe orr myne;<br>Gyff thou dyscomfytte, ytt wylle dobblie bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HERAWDE.<br>Symonne de Bourtonne haveth borne downe three,<br>And bie the thyrd hathe honnoure of a fourthe. <br>Lett hymm bee sett asyde, tylle hee doth see<br>A tyltynge forr a knyghte of gentle wourthe.<br>Heere commethe straunge knyghtes; gyff corteous heie <br>Ytt welle beseies to yeve hemm ryghte of fraie .<br>FIRST KNYGHTE.<br>Straungerrs wee be; and homblie doe wee clayme<br>The rennome ynn thys Tourneie forr to tylte;<br>Dherbie to proove fromm cravents owre goode name,<br>Bewrynnynge thatt wee gentile blodde have spylte.<br>HEREHAWDE.<br>Yee knyghtes of cortesie, these straungerrs, saie,<br>Bee you fulle wyllynge forr to yeve hemm fraie? <br>overthrowne. overthrowne.<br>BOURTONNE.<br>Nowe bie Seyncte Marie, gyff onn all the fielde<br>Ycrasedd speres and helmetts bee besprente ,<br>Gyff everyche knyghte dydd houlde a piercedd sheeld,<br>Gyff all the feelde wythe champyonne blodde bee stente ,<br>Yett toe encounterr hymm I bee contente.<br>Annodherr launce, Marshalle, anodherr launce.<br>Albeytte hee wythe lowes of fyre ybrente ,<br>Yett Bourtonne woulde agenste hys val advance.<br>Fyve haveth fallenn downe anethe hys speere,<br>Botte hee schalle bee the next thatt falleth heere. <br>Bie thee, Seyncte Marie, and thy Sonne I sweare,<br>Thatt ynn whatte place yonn doughtie knyghte shall fall<br>Anethe the stronge push of mie straught out speere,<br>There schalle aryse a hallie chyrches wall;<br>The whyche, ynn honnoure, I wylle Marye calle,<br>Wythe pillars large, and spyre full hyghe and rounde.<br>And thys I faifullie wylle stonde to all,<br>Gyff yonderr straungerr falleth to the grounde <br>Straungerr, bee boune ; I champyonn you to warre.<br>Sounde, sounde the slughornes, to bee hearde fromm farre. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">KYNGE.<br>The Mornynge Tyltes now cease.<br>HERAWDE.<br>Bourtonne ys kynge.<br>Dysplaie the Englyshe bannorre onn the tente;<br>Rounde hymm, yee mynstrelles, songs of achments synge;<br>Yee Herawdes, getherr upp the speeres besprente ;<br>To Kynge of Tourney-tylte bee all knees bente,<br>Dames faire and gentle, forr youre loves hee foughte;<br>Forr you the longe tylte-launce, the swerde hee shente ;<br>Hee joustedd, alleine havynge you ynn thoughte.<br>Comm; mynstrelles, sound the strynge, goe onn eche syde,<br>Whylest hee untoe the Kynge ynn state doe ryde. <br>MYNSTRELLES.<br>Whann Battayle, smethynge wythe new quickenn'd gore, <br>Bendynge wythe spoiles, and bloddie droppynge hedde,<br>Dydd the merke woode of ethe and rest explore,<br>Seekeynge to lie onn Pleasures downie bedde,<br>Pleasure, dauncyng fromm her wode,<br>Wreathedd wythe floures of aiglintine,<br>Fromm hys vysage washedd the bloud;<br>Hylte hys swerde and gaberdyne.<br>Wythe syke an eyne thee swotelie hymm dydd view,<br>Dydd soe ycorvenn everrie shape to joie, <br>Hys spryte dydd chaunge untoe anodherr hue,<br>Hys armes, ne spoyles, mote anie thoughts emploie.<br>All delyghtsomme and contente,<br>Fyre enshotynge fromm hys eyne,<br>Ynn hys arms hee dydd herr hente ,<br>Lyche the merk-plante doe entwyne.<br>So; gyff thou lovest Pleasure and herr trayne,<br>Onknowlachynge ynn whatt place herr to fynde,<br>Thys rule yspende , and ynn thie mynde retayne;<br>Seeke Honnoure fyrste, and Pleasaunce lies behynde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a><div class=q>
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THE Tournament begynnes; the hammerrs sounde;
The courserrs lysse about the mensuredd fielde;
The shemrynge armoure throws the sheene arounde;
Quayntyssed fons depictedd onn eche sheelde.
The feerie heaulmets, wythe the wreathes amielde ,
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