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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Marriage of Sir Gawaine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Arthur lives in merry Carleile,<br>And seemely is to see;<br>And there with him queene Guenever,<br>That bride soe bright of blee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there with him queene Guenever,<br>That bride so bright in bowre:<br>And all his barons about him stoode,<br>That were both stiffe and stowre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king a royale Christmasse kept,<br>With mirth and princelye cheare;<br>To him repaired many a knighte,<br>That came both farre and neare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they were to dinner sette,<br>And cups went freely round;<br>Before them came a faire damsèlle,<br>And knelt upon the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A boone, a boone, O kinge Arthùre,<br>I beg a boone of thee;<br>Avenge me of a carlish knighte,<br>Who hath shent my love and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Tearne-Wadling his castle stands,<br>Near to that lake so fair,<br>And proudlye rise the battlements,<br>And streamers deck the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noe gentle knighte, nor ladye gay,<br>May pass that castle-walle:<br>But from that foule discurteous knighte,<br>Mishappe will them befalle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hee's twyce the size of common men,<br>Wi' thewes, and sinewes stronge,<br>And on his backe he bears a clubbe,<br>That is both thicke and longe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This grimme baròne 'twas our harde happe,<br>But yester morne to see;<br>When to his bowre he bare my love,<br>And sore misused mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I told him, king Arthùre<br>As lyttle shold him spare;<br>Goe tell, sayd hee, that cuckold kinge,<br>To meete mee if he dare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upp then sterted king Arthùre,<br>And sware by hille and dale,<br>He ne'er wolde quitt that grimme baròne,<br>Till he had made him quail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goe fetch my sword Excalibar:<br>Goe saddle mee my steede;<br>Nowe, by my faye, that grimme baròne<br>Shall rue this ruthfulle deede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he came to Tearne Wadlinge<br>Benethe the castle walle:<br>&quot;Come forth; come forth; thou proude baròne,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or yielde thyself my thralle.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On magicke grounde that castle stoode,<br>And fenc'd with many a spelle:<br>Noe valiant knighte could tread thereon,<br>But straite his courage felle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth then rush'd that carlish knight,<br>King Arthur felte the charme:<br>His sturdy sinewes lost their strengthe,<br>Downe sunke his feeble arme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nowe yield thee, yield thee, kinge Arthùre,<br>Now yield thee, unto mee:<br>Or fighte with mee, or lose thy lande,<br>Noe better termes maye bee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unless thou sweare upon the rood,<br>And promise on thy faye,<br>Here to returne to Tearne-Wadling,<br>Upon the new-yeare's daye;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bringe me worde what thing it is<br>All women moste desyre;<br>This is thy ransome, Arthur, he sayes,<br>Ile have noe other hyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Arthur then helde up his hande,<br>And sware upon his faye,<br>Then tooke his leave of the grimme barone<br>And faste hee rode awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he rode east, and he rode west,<br>And did of all inquyre,<br>What thing it is all women crave,<br>And what they most desyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some told him riches, pompe, or state;<br>Some rayment fine and brighte;<br>Some told him mirthe; some flatterye;<br>And some a jollye knighte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In letters all king Arthur wrote,<br>And seal'd them with his ringe:<br>But still his minde was helde in doubte,<br>Each tolde a different thinge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As ruthfulle he rode over a more,<br>He saw a ladye sette<br>Betweene an oke, and a greene holléye,<br>All clad in red scarlette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her nose was crookt and turnd outwàrde,<br>Her chin stoode all awrye;<br>And where as sholde have been her mouthe,<br>Lo! there was set her eye:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her haires, like serpents, clung aboute<br>Her cheekes of deadlye hewe:<br>A worse-form'd ladye than she was,<br>No man mote ever viewe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hail the king in seemelye sorte<br>This ladye was fulle faine;<br>But king Arthùre all sore amaz'd,<br>No aunswere made againe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wight art thou, the ladye sayd,<br>That wilt not speake to mee;<br>Sir, I may chance to ease thy paine,<br>Though I be foule to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wilt ease my paine, he sayd,<br>And helpe me in my neede;<br>Ask what thou wilt, thou grimme ladyè<br>And it shall bee thy meede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sweare mee this upon the roode,<br>And promise on thy faye;<br>And here the secrette I will telle,<br>That shall thy ransome paye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Arthur promis'd on his faye,<br>And sware upon the roode;<br>The secrette then the ladye told,<br>As lightlye well shee cou'de.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now this shall be my paye, sir king,<br>And this my guerdon bee,<br>That some yong fair and courtlye knight,<br>Thou bringe to marrye mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fast then pricked king Arthùre<br>Ore hille, and dale, and downe:<br>And soone he founde the barone's bowre:<br>And soone the grimme baroùne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bare his clubbe upon his backe,<br>Hee stoode bothe stiffe and stronge;<br>And, when he had the letters reade,<br>Awaye the lettres flunge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nowe yielde thee, Arthur, and thy lands,<br>All forfeit unto mee;<br>For this is not thy paye, sir king,<br>Nor may thy ransome bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet hold thy hand, thou proud baròne,<br>I praye thee hold thy hand;<br>And give mee leave to speake once more<br>In reskewe of my land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This morne, as I came over a more,<br>I saw a ladye sette<br>Betwene an oke, and a greene hollèye,<br>All clad in red scarlètte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shee sayes, all women will have their wille,<br>This is their chief desyre;<br>Now yield, as thou art a barone true,<br>That I have payd mine hyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An earlye vengeaunce light on her!<br>The carlish baron swore:<br>Shee was my sister tolde thee this,<br>And shee's a mishapen whore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here I will make mine avowe,<br>To do her as ill a turne:<br>For an ever I may that foule theefe gette,<br>In a fyre I will her burne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Percy">Thomas Percy</a><div class=q>
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And seemely is to see;
And there with him queene Guenever,
That bride soe bright of blee.

And there with him queene Guenever,
That bride so bright in bowre:
And all his barons about him stoode,
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