User: Can you continue this poem for me?
  *       *       *       *
*       *       *       *       *
ASec. 1. _The MS. and HalliwellaEuro(TM)s edition_, p.A v.
ASec. 2. _Metre and Versification_, p. vi.
_short vowels_, p. xi;
_long vowels_, p.A xii;
_inflexions_, p.A xiii.
ASec. 4. a. _The contents of the Romance_, p. xvi;
b. _its character_, p.A xx;
c. _Origin of the story of Torrent_, p.A xxi;
d. _Legend of Eustache or Plasidas_, p.A xxii;
e. _Sir Isumbras_, p.A xxiv;
f. _Romances of Octavian_, p.A xxv;
g. _Sir Eglamour_, p.A xxvi;
h. _Comparison of Torrent and Eglamour_, p.A xxvii;
i. _the 2 Romances independent_, p.A xxx.
ASec. 5. _Arrangement of this Edition_, p. xxxii.
century, preserved in the Chetham Library at Manchester.
and omissions, that it may be conjectured with great probability
to have been written down from oral recitation.aEuro(TM)]
department, the copyists are to be charged.
{hors}bak went thay in ffere_.
O.E. _Ac_ is preserved in the following rhymes: _a._ 39 _take --
Before _g_ the vowel _u_ resp. _w_ is inserted: 145 _+browght+ --
Observe the 2nd pers. sing. of a past tense, 1589 _+thou cam~+ --
The _past tense plural_ of strong verbs has the same vowel as the
From this inquiry into the sounds and inflexions, the following
conclusions can be drawn:
writtenA _y_.
The forms _thou has_ and _thou may_ point to the West.
In Portugal once reigned a mighty king, whose name was Calamond.
He had an only daughter, the fair and gentle Desonelle, who was
set out, by the order of the king, against a mischievous and
dangerous giant, whom he found lying fast asleep on a hill. He
roused the giant by sounding his bugle, and challenged him to
fight. Instantly a fierce combat ensued, in which the awkward
giant lost his life. In the giantaEuro(TM)s castle the young hero
giant had taken some time before and imprisoned in an iron cage.
After a short rest Torrent returned into Portugal. He was kindly
received by King Calamond, and splendid festivities were
celebrated in his honour. The kings of Gales and of Provence
showed their gratitude by bestowing on him rich presents, among
forest of Maudlen, which was the haunt of a dangerous giant,
Rochense, and of many wild beasts. Torrent and his squire set out
and killed it by vehement strokes. The squire, having meanwhile
fallen in with the giant, had been slain by him. The hero, called
overcame him after a hard struggle. He cut off his head to bear
Mownpolyard. Having returned to the royal court, he ordered five
spouse, that he should no longer refuse Desonelle to Torrent, but
sent the hero once more against a giant, Slogus of Foulles in
and largely rewarded him for the service he had rendered his
country. Having returned into Portugal, Torrent heard that in a
few weeks Desonelle was to be married to the prince of Arragon.
completely vanquished his antagonist, stretching him on the
The Emperor of Rome now interceded, and it was agreed at his
suggestion that Torrent should fight once more against a giant
named Cate; if he vanquished that adversary, he should obtain
Desonelle and half Arragon. On an isle near the sea-shore the
struggle began in presence of the assembled knights. Torrent
had won both the land and the maiden.
Twelve weeks after, he left his spouse, impelled by his venturous
against a wild giant who had carried off his daughter and was
destroying his castles. Torrent bade his mistress farewell,
leaving her two golden rings as talismans, and set off with fifty
His companions, seized with fear, parted from him, and continued
their voyage at sea. They told the king of Norway the false tale
that Torrent had perished on shore. The king then set out himself
honours and presents. He stayed above twelve months at the
Norwegian court. The false companions of Torrent were drowned in
two children were put to sea in a small boat; but a favourable
wind saved them from ruin, and drove the boat upon the coast of
Palestine. As she, helpless, wandered about the downs, aA huge
dragon (griffin or gripe) appeared, and seized one of her
children, and immediately after a wild leopard dragged away the
The king of Jerusalem, just returning from a voyage, happened to
find the leopard with the child, which he ordered to be saved and
took it into his palace, and brought him up as his own son (as it
The dragon or gripe with the other child was seen by a pious
hermit, St. Antony, who, though son of the king of Greece, had in
fice Greffoun (Antony, son of the griffin or gripe).
Desonelle wandered up and down, after the loss of her children,
till she happened to meet the king of Nazareth hunting. He,
notwithstanding all the entreaties of the Norwegian king that he
would dwell in Norway somewhat longer. At his arrival, King
Calamond took refuge in his stronghold, and greeted him from
thence with scornful words. Torrent, after having summoned his
leaky boat, and perished.
In his stead, Torrent was elected king by all the noblemen of the
passed to the Holy Land at the head of a large force. There he
fought fifteen years against the infidels, conquered several
towns, and got immeasurable treasures as booty. The king of
against Torrent. AA pitched battle began, but it was for a long
time doubtful to which side victory would incline, till at last
Jerusalem, and thrown into a dungeon. There he lay above a year,
show his valour and skill in arms, when a grand tournament was
held at Jerusalem. There he proved sole victor over all the
knights, and got the chief prize. The king of Nazareth, who had
assisted at this joust, telling his folk at home who had won the
great tournament. The kings of Jerusalem, Greece, Leobertus,
Antony fice Greffoun, and Torrent answered the call. Before an
illustrious assembly of mighty princes and noble ladies, all of
whom were surpassed by Desonelle in beauty and grace, the
tournament began. Leobertus and Antony excelled in it, but the
longer brook reserve, and was about to discover herself to
Torrent; but overwhelmed with joy she fainted, when she had
scarcely uttered the first words of greeting. It was not till
Greece, and many attendants, sailed for Portugal. There the
nuptials of Torrent with Desonelle were celebrated with a great
A benediction finishes the romance.
p.A xxxviii.]
length, as chivalry came into vogue, the youthful and active part
English legends of Eustache are to be found
(2) In the South-English collection, _l.c._ p. xlviii.
_Zeitschrift fA1/4r deutsches Alterthum_, II. 389.]
_Minnesinger_, IV. 640, and Eschenburg, _DenkmA¤ler altdeutscher
different.
reunion--are exhibited in a different manner.
The principal contents of the romance of _Octavian_ bear internal
introduced independently by two different authors. In all other
particulars they are quite different.
The heroes bear little resemblance to their legendary models; in
Eglamour_. The names are changed, but the resemblance is too
striking to have been the result of chance. The treachery of the
sovereign, the prowess of the knight, the indiscretions and
misfortunes of the lady, and the happy conclusion of her
misfortunes, these form the leading incidents of each romance
Upon it, the MSS. do not help us. The earliest MS. that can have
contained _Sir Eglamour_ is the parchment one of the Duke of
Sutherland, written about the end of the 14th century. The other
four MSS. of it are still later. The only MS. of _Sir Torrent_
The differences of the plot itself are the following:
combats.
mentioned who came to win Crystyabelle by jousting, but were all
vanquished by Eglamour.
But how can the resemblance of the leading features and the
Ther ys a jeaunt here besyde,
That sorowe doyth ferre and wyde.
On us and odur moo.
There ys a gyante here besyde,
In ale thys covntre fare and wyde,
No man on lyve levythe hee.
And alle prayed for that knyght.
For hym aAEsAEs they pray.
Alle that in the cytA(C) ware.
AAEsAEs that in~ the sytte were.
That he homeward was comyn ageyne.
Assistant: Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
  Gentilmen were blith and ffayn~,
That he in helth was comyn~ agayn~.
Aftur sopur, as y yow telle,
After mete, as I you teAEsAEs,
To speke with mayden DesoneAEsAEs
She sett hym on hur beddys syde,
And welcomyd home that knyght.
The damyseAEsAEs so moche of pride,
Set hym on~ her bed-syde,
And said aEuro~welcom~ verament.aEuro(TM)
So gracyously he come hur tylle,
Of poyntes of armys he schewyd hur hys fylle,
That there they dwellyd alle nyEt.
Such gestenyng he a-right,
That there he dwellid aAEsAEs nyEt
A golde rynge y schalle geve the,
Kepe yt wele my lady free,
Yf Cryste sende the a chylde!
Thes gold rynges I shaAEsAEs yeve the,
Kepe them weAEsAEs, my lady ffre,
Doghtur, into the see schalt thou,
Yn a schypp alone,
There fore thou shalt in to the see
Sche prayed hur gentylwomen so free,
She said aEuro~knyghtis and ladyes gent,
Grete weAEsAEs my lord sir Torrent,
Hur yonge sone away he bare.
A way he bare her yong son~.
Thys chylde ys comyn of gentylle blode,
Where that ever that he was tane.
This chylde is come of gentiAEsAEs teme,
Where euer this beest hym~ ffond.
Kepe we thys lady whyte as flowre,
And speke we of syr Egyllamowre.
Leve we now that lady gent,
The knyght swownyd in that tyde.
Swith on sownyng there he feAEsAEs.
Be the XV yerys were comyn and gone,
The chylde that the grype hath tane,
And be the VII yere were gone,
The child that the liberd had tane,
Yn yustyng ne in turnament
Ther myght no man withsytt hys dynte,
But to the erthe them thronge.
With heve tymbyr and ovyrryde
Ther myght no man~ hys dent abyde,
But to the erthe he them strake.
Be thre wekys were comyn to Eende,
But ore thre wekes were comI...yn~ to end,
To PortynggaAEsAEs gan he wend.
Gentilmen that herde of thys crye,
Gret lordys that herith this crye,
Syr Egyllamour knelyd on his kne,
Torent knelid vppon~ his knee
And said aEuro~God yeld you, lordys ffree!
In swounynge than felle that lady free,
aEuro~Welcome, syr Eglamour, to me!
She said aEuro~welcom~, my lord sir Torent!
And so be ye, my lady gent!
In sownyng than feAEsAEs she.
Grete lordis thane told scho sone.
Gret lordys told she sone.
The kyng of Nazareth sent hym me,
Torent, I wot-saue hym on the.
The kyng of PortynggaAEsAEs seyd, aEuro~So mot I the!
Torrent, I wet-saffe of the.
The kyng wolde fayne that he ded were,
And he wyst nat on what manere.
The kyng wolde fayne that he wer ded,
And hym wyst in what maner.
To Torent that was true as stele,
To Torrent trew ase styAEsAEs,
In what londe that they brede.
In what lond they ne bred.
He bestrode a noble stede.
Tho he bestrod another stede.
As they walkyd by the ryvers syde.
Ase the went be the watyres syd.
Howe he myght hym shent.
How he schuld be schent.
The kyng sayde aEuro~what may this be?
Lorde, it is sent to me
Syr, he seyd, what may thys be?
Loo, lord, come ner and see
Abowght a facon schene.
Than sayde the kyng vntrue,
aEuro~And ye fynde hawes of great value,
And than seyd the kyng ontrew,
aEuro~Yf thow get hawkys of great valew,
Bryng on of them to me!
Of thy dowghter hende.
Of yowr dowghttyr hend.
aEuro~Ye, by my trouthe!aEuro(TM) sayd Torente.
aEuro~Ye, be trouthe!aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent than.
Delycyous notes on hyghe.
Delycyous nottis on hyght.
Froward the sytte.
side-notes.
Here bygynneth a good tale                     f. 76a.
+G+od, that ys worthy and Bold,    _leaf_ 1]
Heuen~ and Erthe haue In hold,
Fyld, watyr, and wynde,
Yeve vse g{ra}ce hevyn~ to wyne,
And brynge vs owt off Dedly synne
And In thy s{er}uyse to Ende!
A stounde and ye woAEsAEs lyst be-Dene,
Ale dowghtty men~ A3/4{a}t Euyr hathe b{e}n~,
Wher So that they lende,
I SchaAEsAEs yow teAEsAEs, ore I hense pase,
Off a knyght, A3/4{a}t Dowghtty wase,
In Rome ase clarkys ffynde.
He dwelt in Portugal, and fought well when 18.]
In PortynggaAEsAEs, that Ryche londe,
An EreAEsAEs that wase wonande,
That curtese wase and {wyght};
Sone aftyr he had a sone,
The feyerest A3/4{a}t on fot myght gon,
Tyrrant, men seyd, he hyght.
Be tyme he wase XVIII yer~ old,
Of dedd{es} of armys he wase bold,
To felle bothe kyng and knyght;
And now com{m}ythe dethe appon a day
And takythe hys father~, ase I yow sey,
For God ys most of myght.
The King gives Torrent an earldom, and he falls in love with the
KingaEuro(TM)s daughter Desonell,]
The kyng of PortynggaAEsAEs wase fayne,
To-warde hym he takythe Torrayne,
That Dowghtty ys in~ dedde;
And ther he fesomnyd in~ hys hond
A good Eyrldom in~ that lond,
Bothe forest and {fede}.                   f. 76b.
The kyng hathe a dowghttyr {whyte} ase {fame},
Dys{o}ne{ll} wase her name,
Worthyest in wede.
When Torrent had of her~ a syght,
More he lovyd that swet{e} wy{gh}t
Than~ aAEsAEs ys fathyrys l{e}de.
and for her, unhorses many knights.]
For love of thys lady Deyr~
In dede of armys far and nere
Aventorr{es} gan he take
W{i}t{h} heve tymbyr and ovyr-Ryde,
Ther myght no man~ hys dent a-bydde,
But to the Erthe he them str{a}ke.
Her father and other knyghtt{es} mo
Had farly, how he Ryd soo,
And on a day to hyme spake,
He Seyd: aEuro~Torrent, howe may thys byne,
That thow Dysp{i}syst thes knyghtt{es} kene
And ordurr{es} non woAEsAEs take?aEuro(TM)
The King knows that Torrent loves his daughter,]
Torrent sayd: aEuro~So mvt I the,
An other sayment woAEsAEs I {s}ee,
Ore I take ordor of knyght.aEuro(TM)
Tho he sware be hevyn kyng,
Ther wase told hym a wondyr-thyng~
In hys chambyr to nyght:
aEuro~For~ the love of my doughter dere
Thow makyst good far and nere
In~ Dedde of armys bryght;
And wyt thow wyAEsAEs, so god me saue,
Thow schalt her~ wyne, yf thow her haue,
Be thow neuyr so wy{g}ht!aEuro(TM)
and asks him if, for her sake, heaEuro(TM)ll fight]
Torrent sayd: aEuro~Be Marry dere,
And I were off armyse clere,                   f. 77a.
Yowr Dowghttyr me leve were.aEuro(TM)
The kyng seyd: aEuro~Yf yt be soo,
Ore VII yere be a-go,
More schaAEsAEs we here:
Durst thow, for my dowghttyr sake,
A poynt of armys for to take
W{i}t{h}-owt helpe of fere?aEuro(TM)
Than seyd Torrant: aEuro~So god me sped,
W{i}t{h} anny man~ that syttythe on stede
Other far ore nere!aEuro(TM)
Ther-of the kyng~ for tene wax wode:
aEuro~Yf thow wylt make thy body good,
Be trew and hold thy cont{ena}nce . . . . . . .
Tho seyd Torrant: aEuro~So god me sped ere!
And I wyst, in~ what sted they were,
Fore no man~ wold I cha{u}nce.aEuro(TM)
a Giant in the Greek sea.]
aEuro~In to the Grek{es} see a mylle
Ther ly{v}ythe a gyant {in an} yle,
FuAEsAEs EuyAEsAEs thow dourst hyme stond.
My fayer~ forest{es} fellythe downe he
And Ryche castell{es} in~ that contre,
No ston lettythe he stond.aEuro(TM)
Torrent agrees to fight]
+T+errent sayd: aEuro~Be Marre bryght,
Yt ys gret sorrow that he hathe syght,
The devyAEsAEs of heAEsAEs hym blynd!aEuro(TM)
The {kyng} sayd: aEuro~P{ar} la-more de dewe,
Thow darryst fuAEsAEs evyAEsAEs w{i}t{h} thy Ey hym sewe,
He wold feAEsAEs the w{i}t{h} hys wynde.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Now, be my trowthe,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent than~,
aEuro~Ase I ame a jentylman~,
Yf I may hym fynd,
Won fot woAEsAEs I not fro hym pase,
Thow he be stronger~ than Samson~ wase,      f. 77b.
Or anny man~ of {hys} kynd!aEuro(TM)
the Giant Begonmese, and sets out.]
Hys squyerys, they mornyd s{a}re,
W{i}t{h}-owt fere that he schold fare
To that gret iorney,
W{i}t{h} the gyant heygh for to fyght.
Be-gon~-mese that gyant hyght,
That fyndd{es} f{e}re for aye.
To arme hyme Torrant g{a}s,
Hys good stede w{i}t{h} hym he ta{s},
W{i}t{h} owt squyer~ that Day.
He takythe leve at lorddys hend,
And on hys wey gan he wynd,
For hym aAEsAEs they p{ra}y.
Desonell knows not that it is for love of her. God give Torrent
victory!]
LytyAEsAEs wyst DesoneAEsAEs that jente,
For whos love that he went
To fyght w{i}t{h} that knave.
Now god, that Dyed appon a Rode,
Strengithe hym bothe bone and blod,
The fyld for to haue!
He that schaAEsAEs wend soche a wey,
Yt were nede for hym to p{ra}y,
That I{es}u hym schuld saue.
Yt ys in~ the boke of Rome,
Ther was no knyght of kyrstendome,
That jorney Durst crave.
After 6 daysaEuro(TM) ride he sees the Giant asleep.]
VI days Rydythe he
By the cost of the feyer~ see,
To seke the gyant kene.
By the cost as he Rode,                        f. 78a.
In a forest longe and brode
And symly wase to se{n}e,
Hey sperrys ther he fonde
And gret olyvys growonde
Coverd in~ levys {grene}.
Sone wase he ware, ase y yow say,
Vppon a movnteyn~ ther he laye
On slepe, ase I wene.
He prays for ChristaEuro(TM)s help.]
Torrent, on kne knelyd he
And be-sowght J{es}u so fre,
That bowght hym w{i}t{h} hys blod:
aEuro~Lord, ase thow dyd {r}yght for Mar{y},
Let me nev{er} take velony
And gef me of thy fode!
Sertt{es}, yf I hym slepyng~ slone,
ManfuAEsAEs Ded were yt none
For my body, be the Rode.aEuro(TM)
Tho Terrant blewe hys bugeAEsAEs bold,
To loke that he a-wake wold,
And sythe ner~ hyme Rode.
As Torrent canaEuro(TM)t wake the Giant with his bugle,]
So fast a-slepe he wase browght,
Hys hornys blast a-woke hyme nowght,
He swellyd ase dothe the see.
Torrent saw, he woAEsAEs not wake,
He Reynyd hys sted vnto a stake,
Ase a jentyAEsAEs man~ {so fre}.
So hy, he say, wase the movnteyne,
Ther mygh{t} no horse wynd hym~ a-geyn~
But yf he nowyd wold be;                     f. 78b.
Thowe the wey neuyr~ so wykkyd w{a}re,
On hys wey gan he fare,
In~ gret p{er}ayAEsAEs went hee.
he stirs him up with his spear, and makes him wild.]
Torent went to that movnte{y}n~,
He put hys spere hyme a-geyne,
aEuro~A-Ryse, fellow!aEuro(TM) gan he saye;
aEuro~Who made the so bold here to dweAEsAEs,
My lord{es} frethe thus to feAEsAEs?
A-mend{es} the be-hovythe to pay.aEuro(TM)
The gyant Rysythe, ase he had byn~ wod,
And Redyly by hyme stode,
Be-syd hyme on a lay,
And seyd: aEuro~S{er}tes, yf I leve,
Soche a wed I woAEsAEs the geff,
To meve the Euyr~ and ay.aEuro(TM)
The fight begins.]
Thow the chyld were neuyr~ so y{i}nge,
The fynd{es} spere sparrythe hyme no-thyng~
Who had fare and nere byne,
And neu{er} had of fytyng syn~,
He myght a lernyd th{a}re.
The gyant, the fyrst stroke to hym he cast,
His good schyld aAEsAEs to-brast,
In schevyr{es} spred wase {ya}re;
Tho covd he no bett{ur} R{e}d,
But stond styAEsAEs, tyAEsAEs one were ded;
The gyant lefte hym th{a}r.
Torrent vndyr hys spryt he spre{n}t
And a-bowght the body he hyme hente,           f. 79a.
As far as he myght last.
aEuro~A! fellow, wylt thow so?aEuro(TM)
And to the grownd gan they goo,
Of the movnteyn~ bothe downe they pas{t}.
Ase the boke of Rome tellys,
They tornyd XXXII {ellys},
In armys walloyng fast.
Yt tellythe in~ the boke of Rome,
Euyr~ ase the gyant a-boue come,
Hys gutt{es} owt of hys body {brast}.
open against a big stone.]
At the fot of the movnteyn~
Ther lay a gret Ragyd ston~, s{er}teyn~,
Yt nyhed ys schuldyr bon~
And also hys Ryght syd,
Ther to that gyant feAEsAEs that tyd,
Ase {I} herd in~ Rome . . .
Torrent stabs the Giant,]
Thorrow hyme, that mad man~,
Torrent sone a-bovyn~ wane
And fast he gan {him quelle}
W{i}t{h} a knyffe feyer~ and bryght;
Torrent, w{i}t{h} aAEsAEs hys myght
Ther-w{i}t{h} he gard hyme dweAEsAEs.
and then thanks Christ.]
Torent knelyd on hys kne,
To I{es}u Cryst p{ra}yd he,
That hathe thys world to wyld:
aEuro~Lord, lovyd, evyr lovyd thowe be,
The feyer~ fyld thow hast lent Me,aEuro(TM)
--Vpp bothe hys hand{es he} held--        f. 79b.
aEuro~AAEsAEs onely w{i}t{h}-owt any knaue
Of the fynd the maystry to haue,
Of hym to wyn the fyld.aEuro(TM)
Now ys ther none other to say,
Of hyme he wane the fyld A3/4{a}t day;
I p{ra}y God hyme schyld.
_Now ys ther non other say
Of hyme to wyne the fyld A3/4at day_ add. (!)A MS.]
Torrent went vppe a-geyne
To the movnt, ase I gan sayne,
The lond{es} to se far and nere;
In the see a myle, hyme thoEt,
An hold wase Rychyly wrowt,
In that lond wase not here perre.
The see wase Ebbyd, I yow sey,
Torrent thether toke the way,
Werry aAEsAEs thow he were;
And ther he fownd Ryche w{on}ys,
Towrr{es} Endentyd w{i}t{h} presyos stonys,
Schynyng ase crystaAEsAEs clere.
guarded by a lion and lioness.]
T{wo} gattys off yron~ ther he fond,
Ther in~ Torrent gan wonde,
A nyght{es} Rest there in~ {to} ta;
And at the hale dore ther wase
A lyon~ & a lyonasse,
Ther men be-twene them twa
Fast Etyng~, ase ye may here;
CrystyA+- {man} thow {he} were,
Hys browys {wexe} bl{a},                     f. 80a.
And wit yow wiAEsAEs, lord god yt wote,
He durst goo no fote,
Lest they wold hyme sl{a}.
He hears a lady sighing within.]
+T+orrant stod and be-held,
And p{ra}yd to god, that ale may wyld,
To send hyme harborrow good.
Sone hard he w{i}t{h}in a whalle
The syghyng of a lady smalle,
Sche weppte, as sche were wod;
Sche mornyd sore and sayd: aEuro~Alas,
That Euyr~ kyng{es} dowghttyr wase
Ou{er}-come of so jentyAEsAEs blod,
For now ame I holdyn~ here
In lond w{i}t{h} a fynd{es} fere!aEuro(TM)
Torrent hard, wher he stod.
Torrent asks for a nightaEuro(TM)s lodging in the Castle.]
aEuro(TM)Dere god,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrant than~,
aEuro~Yff ther be anny crystyn~ man~
In thys hold of ston~,
That woAEsAEs, for the love of god of myght,
Harbourrow a jentylman~ thys nyght,
For I ame but on~!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Seynt Marry,aEuro(TM) seyd that lady clere,
aEuro~What crystyn~ man~ axithe harburrow here?aEuro(TM)
Nere hym sche gothe a-non.
aEuro~I wold harburrow the fuAEsAEs fayne,
But a gyant wyAEsAEs the slayne.aEuro(TM)
To hym sche mad here mone.
The Lady says the Giant will kill him.]
aEuro~Say me now, fayer~ lady, {belyve},         f. 80b.
Who owte {of} thys plase schaAEsAEs {me dryve},
Thes tourr{es}, that are so bryght?aEuro(TM)
Ther sche Seyd: aEuro~Be hevyn~ kyng~,
Here ys a gyant Dwellyng,
That meche ys of myght.
Be my trowthe, and he the see,
Were ther~ XX lyvys in~ the,
Thy dethe than wyAEsAEs he dyght.
I{es}u cryst yef me g{ra}ce
To hyd the in~ some preve plase
Owt of the fynd{es} syght! . . . . .
The Lady takes Torrent past the Lions, into the Castle.]
aEuro~Euyr~ me thynkythe be thy tale,
The song of the burd{es} smale
On slepe hathe hyme browght.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Ye,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent, aEuro~ore he be wakyn~,
I schaAEsAEs the teAEsAEs soche a tokyn~,
Of hym thow haue no thowght!
But woldd{es} thow for thy gentry
Do the lyonnys downe lye,
That they nyee me nowght?aEuro(TM)
By the hande sche gan{n}e hym ta
And led hyme in~ be{tw}e them twa;
Ryght ase sche wold, they wrowght.
He tells her he has kild the Giant.]
The lady wase neuyr~ so a-drad,
In to the hale sche hym lad,
That lemyred ase gold bryght;
Sche byrlyd whyt wyne and Rede:                f. 81a.
aEuro~Make vse myrre a-geyne ow{re} Dedd,
I wot wiAEsAEs, yt ys so dyght!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Be my trowthe!aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent,
aEuro~I wole be thy warrant,
He comythe not here thys nyght.
On soche a slepe he ys browght,
AAEsAEs men of lyve wakythe hym nowght,
But onely god{es myght}.aEuro(TM)
Blythe then wase that lady jent,
For to on-harnes Torrent,
That dowghtty wase and bold;
aEuro~For sothe,aEuro(TM) sche seyd, aEuro~I wot wher ys
The kyng{es} sone {Verdownys},
Fast put in hold
In a dongon~, that ys dym;
Fowyre good Eryll{es} sonnys be w{i}t{h} hyme
Ys fet in~ fere and fold.
The gyant wan theme in~ a tyde,
Ase they Rane be the watyr syd,
And put them in~ preson~ cold.
Torrent breaks open the prison,]
aEuro~In an yron~ cage he hathe them done.aEuro(TM)
Torrent went thether~ sone:
aEuro~Are ye yet levand?aEuro(TM)
The kyng{es} sone askyd than~,
Yf ther were anny crysten man~,
aEuro~Wold bryng vse ow{t} of bond?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Lord,aEuro(TM) he seyd, aEuro~god aAEsAEsmyght,
I had levyr on a Day to fyght,              f. 81b.
Than aAEsAEs my fathyrys lond.aEuro(TM)
W{i}t{h} an iryn~ maAEsAEs styff and strong~
He brake vpe an yron~ dore or longe,
And sone the keyes he fond.
and frees the 5 youths. They sup.]
Owt he toke thys chyldyryn~ fyve,
The feyrest that were on lyve,
I-hold in~ anny sted.
The lady wase fuAEsAEs gl{e}d,
Sche byrlyd whyt wyn~ and Redd,
And sethyn~ to soper sone they yed.
aEuro~Lord{es},aEuro(TM) he seyd, aEuro~syn yow are her~,
I Red yow make Ryght good cher~,
For now ys aAEsAEs thy nede.aEuro(TM)
Thus he covyrd owt of care.
God, that sofryd wondd{es} s{a}re,
Grante vse weAEsAEs to sped!
Lordd{es}, and ye wol lythe,
The chyldyr namys I woAEsAEs teAEsAEs blythe,
Here kyn, how they were me told;
The kyng{es} sone, that dowghtty {ys},
Wase clepyd Verdownys,
That dowghtty wase and bold,
And an Eryll{es} son, that hyght Torren~,
A nother Iakys of Berweyne,
The forthe was Amyas bold.                f. 82a.
The kyng{es} dowghttyr of Gales lond,
Elyoner~, I vndyrstond,
That worthy wase in hold,
She takes Torrent to his chamber, and then all of them to the
stable, where each chooses a horse.]
In to hys chambyr sche hyme led,
Ther gold and syluyr wase spred,
And asur~, that wase bl{o};
In yron ther he gan stond,
Body and armys {al sch}y{n}and,
In~ powynt to trusse and goo.
In to a stabyAEsAEs sche hym led,
Eche toke a fuAEsAEs feyer~ sted,
They were {redy} to goo;
And wote ye weAEsAEs and vndyrstond,
Had the gyant be levand,
They had not p{ar}tyd soo.
_byn_ follows, almost entirely erased.
They woAEsAEs not to bed gan{ge},
TyAEsAEs on the morrow the Day spronge,
Thus a wey to ffare.
Torrant sperryd the gattys, i-wyse,
AAEsAEs that he lyst he clepyd hys,
The keys and thyng he bare.
The lyon{s that was} at the dore
Wase led to her~ mayst{er} that wase befor~,
{O}n hym thay fed them {ya}r{e},
Vpp won of the horse, that wase ther~ levyd,
{O}n hym thei trussyd the gyantt{es} he{ve}d.
Thus helpt hym god th{a}r~.
_ll{e} on the_ struck out, follows.
_hym_] _y_ corrected out of _e_ MS.
_thay_] corrected from _that_.
_thei_] _i_ written above the line.
He goes back to Portugal.]
But ore III wek{es} wer~ com{m}yn~ to End,
To PortynggaAEsAEs gan he wend,
Ther~ ase the kyng gan {lend};
The porter~ sawe {hym} ther he stood,
He fled a wey, ase he were wod,
Flyngyng ase a fynd.                         f. 82b.
aEuro~Syr kyng,aEuro(TM) he seyd, aEuro~be godd{es} dede,
Torrant bryngythe a devyAEsAEs ys hed,
Ther w{i}t{h} he woAEsAEs yow present.aEuro(TM)
DesoneAEsAEs seyd: aEuro~Porter~, be styAEsAEs!aEuro(TM) . . .
In hys walke ther ase he went.
The kyng to the gatys gan pase,
Gret lord{es} that ther wase,
Bothe knyght{es} and squyerr{e},
Lord{es} wase fuAEsAEs sore a-dred
Fore the lyonys, A3/4{a}t he had,
They durst not come hyme ner~.
The kyng seyd: aEuro~I wyAEsAEs {the} kysse,
Durst I for~ thy best{es}, Iwysse.aEuro(TM)
Torrent dyd them ly ther~,
And kyssyd the kyng w{i}t{h} joy and blyse;
And aftyr, other lord{es} of hys,
And aftyr, ladys {clere}.
Messengyr{es} {went} the weye,
To the kyng of P{ro}vyns to sey,
Hys sone ys owt of hold:
aEuro~Yyng Torrent of PortynggaAEsAEs
Hathe browght hym owt of balle
And slayne the jeyant bold.aEuro(TM)
LytyAEsAEs and mykyAEsAEs A3/4{a}t ther wer~,
AAEsAEs they mad good cher                         f. 83a.
Her~ prynse fayne se wold.
The kyng {seyd}: aEuro~So mot I the,
I woAEsAEs geff the towynnys thre
For~ the tall{es} thow hast me told.aEuro(TM)
and promises Torrent gifts. The King of Gales offers Torrent his
daughter.]
Tha{n seyd} they, tha{t} to Gales yede,
Yeftys to {take} were h{e}m no ned,
Then {Ver}downys had they.
Ase they seyA,yd on a tyde,
The kyng of P{ro}vy{n}se seyd: aEuro~So mot I the,
Yftles schaAEsAEs they not be,
That dare I sothely sey.aEuro(TM)
The kyng of Gales proferd hym feyer~:
aEuro~Wed my dowghttyr and myn Eyer~,
When so euyr~ thow may! . . . . .
_Gales_] with paler ink corrected from _Calles_.
_yede_] corrected from _went_.
The King of Provyns gives Torrent his Sword made by Weland,]
The kyng of Perve{n}se seyd: aEuro~So mot I the,
Thys seson~ yeftles schaAEsAEs thow not be,
Haue here my Ryng of gold,
My sword, that so wyAEsAEs ys wrowyt;
A bett{er} than~ yt know I nowght
Yt ys ase glemyrryng ase the glase,
Thorrow Velond wroght yt wase,
Bettyr ys non~ to hold.
I have syne sum tyme in~ lond,
Whoso had yt of myn~ hond,
Faw{e} the{y were} I-told.aEuro(TM)
and named Adolake. A fortnightaEuro(TM)s Feast is held.]
Tho wase Torrent blythe and glad,
The good swerd ther he had,
The name wase Adolake.
A gret mayne{re}y let he make {ryght}
That lest aAEsAEs a fortnyght,
Who so wiAEsAEs hys met take.                    f. 83b.
Euyry man toke ys leve, ase {I} yow say,
Hom-ward to wend ther wey,
Eu{er}y man ys Rest to take.
TyAEsAEs yt be-feAEsAEs vppon a day,
Ase they went be the wey,
The kyng to hys dowghttyr spake:
aEuro~Ye schaAEsAEs take hed of a jeentyAEsAEs man~,
A feyer~ poynt for~ yow he wane,
DesoneAEsAEs, at the last.aEuro(TM)
aEuro(TM)Syr,aEuro(TM) sche seyd, aEuro~be hevyn kyng,
TyAEsAEs ye me told, I knewe no thyng,
For who ys love yt wase.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~DesoneAEsAEs, so mvt I the,
Yt wase for the lowe of the,
That he trovylld so fast.
I warne yow, dowghttyr, be the Rode,
Yt ys for yow bothe good,
Ther to I Red yow tr{a}st.aEuro(TM)
Forthe sche browght a whyt sted,
As whyt as the flowyr in~ med,
Ys fytte blac ase slo{n}.
aEuro~Leman~, haue here thys fole,
That dethe ys dynt schalt A3/4{o}u not {thole},
WhyAEsAEs thow setty{s}te hyme appon~,
And yf thow had p{ersew}yd be
And hadyst ned fore to fle,
Fast for to gone.
The kyng of Nazareth sent hym me,
Torrent, I wet-saffe hym on the,
For bett{er} love may I none.aEuro(TM)               f. 84a.
_The kyng of Portynggalle seyd: aEuro~So mot I the_A MS.
The King treacherously asks Torrent to get Desonell a Falcon]
Aftyr-ward vppon a tyd,
Ase the went be the watyr{es} syd,
The kyng and yong Torrent,
The kyng wold fayne, that he ded wer~,
And he wyst, in~ what maner~,
How he schuld be schent;
A false lettyr mad the kyng
And dyd messengyr{es} forthe yt bryng,
On the Rever~, ase they went,
To Torrent, that was trew ase styAEsAEs,
Yf he love DesoneAEsAEs wyAEsAEs,
Get her a facon~ jent.
from the Forest of Magdalen.]
Torrent the lett{er} be-gan~ to Red,
The kyng lestyned & nere yed,
Ase he yt nevyr ad s{e}ne.
aEuro~Syr,aEuro(TM) he seyd, aEuro~what may thys be,
Loo, lord, come ner~ and see,
A-bowght a facon~ schene?
I ne wot, so god me sped,
In what lond that they bred.aEuro(TM)
The kyng answerd: aEuro~I wene,
In the forrest of Mavdeleyn~,
Ther be hawk{es}, ase I herd seyne,
That byn of lenage {cl}en~.aEuro(TM)
He agrees to do it. Torrent rides]
And than seyd the kyng on-trew:
aEuro~Yf thow get hawkys of gret valew,
Bryng on of them to me!aEuro(TM)
Torrent Seyd: aEuro~So god me saue,              f. 84b.
Yf yt be-tyd, that I may haue,
At yow{r} wyAEsAEs they schal be.aEuro(TM)
Hys squyere bode he th{a}r~,
Aftyr hys armor~ for to far~,
In the fyld byddythe he.
They armyd hym in~ hys wed,
Tho he be-strod a noble sted,
And forthe than Rod hee.
to the Forest of Magdalen, gets separated from his Squire,]
+T+orrent toke the wey a-geyn~
In to the forest of Mawdleyn~,
In the wyld-some way;
Berys and apes there founde he,
And wylde bestys great plente,
And lyons where they lay.
In a wod that wase tyght,
Yt Drew nere-hand nyght
By dymmynge of the Day,
Harkyn, lord{es}, {to} them came wo,
He and hys squyer~ p{ar}tyd in two,
CarfuAEsAEs men then were they.
_Berrys he sawe stondyng
And wyld bestes ther goyng,
Gret lyonys ther he fond._A MS.
_what I schalle sey_A MS.
and comes on a Dragon.]
At the schedyng of a Rome
Eche p{ar}tyd other frome,
For sothe, ase I vndyrstond.
Torrent toke a dulful wey
Downe in~ a depe valey
Be-syd a weAEsAEs strong.
A lytyAEsAEs be fore mydnyght
Of a dragon he had syght,
That grysly wase to {fond};
He had hym nowght to were,
But hys schyld and hys spere,                  f. 85a.
That wase in~ hys squyer{es} hond.
Torrent prays to Christ to be his help.]
Torrent knelyd on hys kne,
To I{es}u Cryst p{ra}yd he:
aEuro~Lord, mykyAEsAEs of myght,
Syne I wase in~ meche care,
Let me nevuyr~ owt of {t}hys world far~,
TyAEsAEs I haue take o{rd}er of knyght.
Ase I ame falsely hether~ sent,
Wyld-som weyes haue I went,
W{i}t{h} fynd{es} for to fyght.
Now, I{es}u, for thy holy name,
Ase I ame but man~ a-lone,
Than~ be my helpe to nyght!aEuro(TM)
The DragonaEuro(TM)s tail is 7 yards long,]
Ase Torrent I{es}u gan~ p{ra}y,
He herd the dragon~, ther he lay
Vndyr-nethe a clo{w};
Of an{d} on he wase stronge,
Hys tayle wase VII yerd{es} long,
That aftyr hyme he dr{o}we;
Hys wyngg{es} wase long and wyght,
To the chyld he toke a flyght
Had he nether~ schyld ne spere,
But p{ra}yd to god, he schold hyme were,
For he wase in dred i-nowe.
On the tayle an hed ther~ wase,
That byrnyd Bryght as anny glase,              f. 85b.
In fyer whan {yt} was dyght;
A-bowght the schyld he lappyd yt ther~,
Torrent the bowght a-sondyr schere
Thurrow the g{ra}ce of god almyght.
As the boke of Rome telly{s},
Of hys taylle he cut IIII ell{es}
W{i}t{h} hys swerd so bryght.
Than cryed the lothely thyng,
That aAEsAEs the daAEsAEs be-gan to Ryng,
That hard the gyant wyght.
and while its Giant-owner is getting ready to helpA it,]
The gyant seyd: aEuro~I vndyrstond,
There ys sum crystyn~ man~ nere hond,
My dragon here I cry.
By hym, that schope bothe watyr~ and lond,
AAEsAEs that I can se be-fore me stond,
Dere schaAEsAEs they a-bye!
Me thynkythe, I here my dragon~ schowt,
I deme, ther be svme dowghtty man~ hym a-bowght,
I trow, to long I ly.
Yf I dweAEsAEs in my pyAEsAEs of ston~,
And my cheff-fost{er} were gone,
A false mayst{er} were I!aEuro(TM)
Torrent kills it. TorrentaEuro(TM)s Squire]
Be the gyant wase Redy dyght,
Torrent had slayne the dragon~ Ryght;
Thus gan god hyme scheld.
To the mownteyne he toke the wey
To Rest hyme, aAEsAEs that day,
He had myst{er}, to be kyld.
TyAEsAEs the day be-gan to spryng,                 f. 87a.[T1]
Fowllys gan myrre to syng
Bothe in~ frethe and in feld.
Leve we now of Torrent th{o}re
And speke we of thys squyer~ more:
I{es}u hys sole fro heAEsAEs shyld!
rides all night in a wood,]
Hys squyer~ Rod aAEsAEs nyght
In a wod, that wase fuAEsAEs tyght,
W{i}t{h} meche care and gret fare,
For to seke hys lord Torrent,
That wy{ght}ly wase frome hyme sent,
And he wyst nevyr~ whethyr ne wh{a}r~.
He Durst neuyr~ cry ne schuot,
For wy{l}d best{es} were hym a-bowght
In~ the holtt{es} h{a}re;
A lyty{l} whyAEsAEs be-fore the day
He toke in~ to a Ryde-wey
Hyme self to meche care.
till he finds a highway,]
Forthe he Rod, I vndyrstond,
TyAEsAEs he an hey wey fond,
Also fast ase he myght fare,
Fore berrys and apys, A3/4{a}t ther w{a}re,
Lest they wold hym byght.
The sone a-Rose and schone bryght,
Of a castyAEsAEs he had a syght,
That wase bothe feyer~ and whyte . . . .
The gyant h{i}m se, & ny yed,
And seyd: aEuro~Fellow, so god me sped,
Thow art welcom to me:                       f. 87b.
What dost thow here in my forest?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Lord, to seke an hawkys nest,
Yff yt yow{r} wyl be.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~The be-hovythe to ley a wede.aEuro(TM)
To an oke he hym led:
Gret Ruthe yt wase to se.
In IIII q{uar}ter{es} he hym dr{o}we,
And eu{er}y quarter vppon a bowe;
Lord, soche weys toke hee!
Torrent finds these,]
Ase Torrent in~ the movnteyn~ dyd ly,
Hym thowght, he hard a ReufuAEsAEs cry;
Gret fere ther hyme thowght.
aEuro~Seynt Marre,aEuro(TM) seyd the chyld so f{re},
aEuro~Wher euyr~ my jentyAEsAEs squyer~ myght be,
That I w{i}t{h} me to wod browght?
On he dyd hys harnes a-geyne
And worthe on hys sted, s{er}teyne,
And thetherward he sowght.
And wot yow wyAEsAEs, I vndyrstond,
In fowre quartyr{es} he hym fownd,
For other wyse wase yt nowght.
and is attackt by this giant Rochense.]
The gyant lenyd to a tre
And be-hyld Torrent so free,
For sothe, ase {I} yow seye.
Thys fend wase ferly to fyght,
Rochense, seythe the boke, he hyght,
Ther wase a dredfuAEsAEs fraye.
To the chyld than~ gan he smyght:
aEuro~A theff, yeld the asttyt,
As fast as thow may!aEuro(TM)                        f. 88a.
aEuro~What,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent, aEuro~art thow wood?
God, that Dyed on the Rood,
Geff the evyAEsAEs happe thys day!aEuro(TM)
TorrentaEuro(TM)s steed is kild. He drives the Giant back]
He Rawght Torrent soche a Rowght,
Hys stedd{es} brayne he smot owte,
So mykyAEsAEs he be-gan~.
Torrent tho a good sped
Ase fast a-bowte an eche {yede};
Ase swefte ase he myght, {he} R{a}n.
He gathyred svm of hys gere,
Bothe hys schyld and hys spere;
Nere hym yod he than~.
Bacward than be a browE
Twenty fote he gard hyme goo,
Thus erthe on hym he wane.
into a deep glen, where he stands in water.]
Yt solasyd Torrant th{e}n~,
When he sawe hyme bacward r{e}n
Downe be a movnteyn~ of Perowne,
Stomlyng thurrow frythe and fen~,
TyAEsAEs he com to a depe {glen},
Ther myght non hym s{t}ere.
Torrent wase glad and folowyd fast,
And hys spere on hyme he brast,
Good Adyloke yed hyme nere.
The fynd in~ the watyr stod,
He fawte a-geyn, ase he were wod,
AAEsAEs A3/4e day in~ fere.
Torrent prays God for help. Jesus freshens up Torrent.]
Tho nere hond wase the day gone,               f. 88b.
Torrent wase so werry than~
That on hys kne he kneld:
aEuro~Helpe, god, that aAEsAEs may!
DesoneAEsAEs, haue good day!aEuro(TM)
Fro hym he cest hys schyld.
I{es}u wold not, he were slayne,
To hym he sent a schowyr~ of Rayne,
Torrent fuAEsAEs wyAEsAEs yt keld.
The fynd saw, he wase ny mate,
Owt of the watyr he toke the gate,
He thowght to wyne the fyld.
Thoo wase Torrent ffresse and good;
Nere the fynd sore he stod,
Cryst hym saue and see!
The fynd fawt w{i}t{h} an yron~ staff,
The fyrst stroke, to hym he gaffe,
He brast hys schyld on thre.
Torrent vndyr hys staff Rane,
To the hart he baryd hym than~,
And lothely cry gane he.
To the g{r}ownd he feAEsAEs ase tyght,
And Torrent gan hys hed of-smyght,
And thus he wynnythe the gre.
finds him 24 ft. long, and goes to his Castle.]
Torrent knelyd on the grownd
And thankyd god A3/4{a}t ylke stownd,
That soche g{ra}ce hyme send.
Thus II journeys in thys woo
W{i}t{h} hys hand{es} slow {he} gyantys too,
That meny a man~ hathe schent.               f. 89a.
Torrent forthe frome hyme A3/4an yod,
And met hyme XXIIII fotte,
Ther he lay on the bent.
Hedles he left hym there,
Howt of the fyld the hed he bare
And to the casteAEsAEs he went.]
To thys casteAEsAEs he gan far~;
Ther fond he armor~ and other~ g{a}re,
A swerd, that wase bryght.
To the towre he toke the wey,
Ther the gyant{es} bed lay,
That Rychyly wase dyght.
At the bedd{es} hed he fond
A swerd, worthe an Erllys lond,
That meche wase of myght.
On the pomeAEsAEs yt wase wret,
Fro a prynce yt wase get,
Mownpolyardn{us} he hyght.
and a noble white steed. With the heads of the Giant and Dragon,
The sarten {to sey} w{i}t{h}-owt lese,
A scheff-chambyr~ he hym ches,
TyAEsAEs on the morrow day.
To the stabuAEsAEs tho he y{e}d,
There he fond a nobyAEsAEs sted,
Wase comely whyt and grey.
The gyantt{es} hed gan he take,
And the dragonnys wold he not forsake,
And went forthe on hys wey.
He left mor~ good in that sale
Than wase w{i}t{h} in~ aAEsAEs PortynggaAEsAEs,        f. 89b.
Ther ase the gyant laye.
Tho he Rod bothe Day and nyght,
TyAEsAEs he come to a casteAEsAEs bryght,
Ther ys lord gan dweAEsAEs.
The kyng ys gone to the gate,
Torrent on kne he fond ther at,
Schort taAEsAEs for to teAEsAEs.
aEuro~Haue thow thys in~ thyn~ hond:
No nother hawkys ther I fond
At Mawdlenys weAEsAEs.aEuro(TM)
The kyng {quod}: aEuro~Ase so haue I blyse,
Torrent, I trow, sy{bb}e ys
To the deweAEsAEs of heAEsAEs! . . . .
and says the Giant Rochense was Slogus of Fuolles.]
aEuro~Here be syd dwellythe won on lond,
Ther ys no knyght, {hy}s dynt may stond,
So stronge he ys {in dede}!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Syr~,aEuro(TM) he sayd, aEuro~fore sen Iame,
What ys the gyant{es} name,
So Euyr good me sped?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Syr~,aEuro(TM) he seyd, aEuro~so mvt I the,
Slogus of Fu{o}ll{es}, thus hyte hee,
That wyt ys vndyr wede.aEuro(TM) . . . . . .
Desonell gives her heart to Torrent.]
LytyAEsAEs and mykyAEsAEs, lese and more,
Wondyr on the hedd{es} thore,
That Torrent had browght whome.
{The} Lord{es} seyd aEuro~Be sen MyheAEsAEs!
Syr kyng, but ye love hyme wyAEsAEs,
To yow yt ys gret schame!aEuro(TM)
Torent ordeynyd pryst{es} fyve,                f. 90a.
To syng for hys squyerys lyve,
And menythe hym by name.
Therfor~ the lady whyt ase swane
To Torrant, here lord, sche went than~,
Here hert wase to hyme tane.
_Myhell{e}_] _my her_, _r_ corrected to _lle_ with paler ink.
The King of Aragon asks for Desonell for his youngest Son.]
Lettyrr{es} come ther w{ithalle}
To the kyng of PortynggaAEsAEs,
To ax hys dowghttyr Derre,
Fro the kyng of Eragon~,
To wed her~ to hys yongeest son~,
The lady, that ys so clere.
For Torrent schuld not her~ haue,
{For} hyme fyrst he here gafe,
To the messenger~,
And hys {way} fast ageyn dyd pase,
Whyle Torrent an huntyng wase,
Ther of schuld he not be w{e}re.
The Queen of Portugal wishes Torrent to have her.]
On a mornyng, ther ase he lay,
The kyng to the quene gan sey:
aEuro~Madame, for cherryte,
Thow art oftyn~ hold wyse;
Now woAEsAEs ye teAEsAEs me yow{r} deuyce,
How I may governe me:
The Ryche kyng hathe to me sent,
For to aske my dowghttyr gente
That ys so feyer~ and fre.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Syr,aEuro(TM) sche Seyd, aEuro~so god me saue,
I Red yow let Torent her haue,                 f. 90b.
For best worthy ys he.aEuro(TM)
The King refuses.]
He sayd: aEuro~Madame, were that feyer~,
To make an erll{es} sone myn Eyer~?
I wiAEsAEs not, by sen Iame!
There he hathe done maystr{es} thre,
Yt ys {hys} swerd, yt ys not he,
For Hatheloke ys ys name.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Lord, he myght fuAEsAEs wyAEsAEs sped,
A knyght{es} dowghttyr wase hyme bed,
Ase whyt ase wall{es} b{a}ne;
And yf ye warne hyme DesoneAEsAEs,
A{ll} that ther of here teAEsAEs,
Ther of wyAEsAEs speke schame.aEuro(TM)
The false King of Portugal plots to have Torrent kild by another
aEuro~Madam, vnto thys tyd
There lythe a gyant here be-syd,
That many a man~ hathe slayne.
I schaAEsAEs hyght hym my dowghttyr~ dere,
To fyght w{i}t{h} that fynd{es} fere,
Thus he holdythe hyme in~ trayne.
But I schaAEsAEs make myn com{m}nant so,
That there schaAEsAEs non w{i}t{h} hyme go,
{Neyther} squyer~ ne swayne.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Syr~,aEuro(TM) sche seyd, aEuro~so mvt I the,
So sore be-stad hathe he be,
And wyAEsAEs co{m}myn~ a-geyne!aEuro(TM)
He and his Queen go to Mass. Torrent sits at the head of a side
Tho the bell{es} be-gan to Ryng,
Vpe Rose that Ryche kyng,
And the lady {so fre},
And aftyr-ward they went to mase,              f. 91a.
Ase the law of holy chyrge wase,
Trompettys on the waAEsAEs gan blowe,
Knyght{es} semlyd on a Rowe,
Gret joy wase to see.
Torrent a syd bord began~,
The squyer{es} nexte hym than,
That good knyght{es} schuld be.
Ase they sat a-mydd{es} the mete,
The kyng wold not foreget;
To Torrent the kyng gan sey,
He seyd: aEuro~Torrent, so god me saue,
Thow wold{es} fayne my dowghttyr haue
And hast lovyd her~ many a day.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Ye, be trouthe,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent than~,
aEuro~And yf A3/4{a}t I were a Ryche man~,
Ryght gladly, p{ar} ma fay!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Yf thow durst for her sake
A poynt of armys vndyrtake,
Thow broke her~ weAEsAEs fore ay!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Yes,aEuro(TM) says Torrent.]
aEuro~Ye,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent, aEuro~ar I ga,
Sekyrnes ye schaAEsAEs me ma
Of yow{r} dowghttyr hend,
And aftyrward my ryghtys,
And aAEsAEs were Torrent{es} frende.
aEuro~Now, good s{er}is,aEuro(TM) gan Torrant sey,       f. 91b.
aEuro~Bere wittnes her of som Daye,
A-geyne yf god me send!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Then go to Calabria, and fight the Giant Slochys.aEuro(TM)]
Torrent seyd: aEuro~So mvt I the
Wyst I, where my jorney schold {be},
Thether I wolde me dyght.aEuro(TM)
The kyng gaff hyme an answere:
aEuro~In the lond of Calabur ther~
Wonnythe a gyant wyhte,
And he ys bothe strong and bold,
Slochys he hyght, I the told,
God send the that waye Ryght!aEuro(TM)
Than quod Torrent: aEuro~Haue goo{d} day,
And, or I come a-geyn~, I schaAEsAEs asay,
Whether the fynd can fyght.aEuro(TM)
Torrent takes leave of Desonell, starts,]
Tho wold he no lenger~ a-byde,
He toke ys wey for to Ry{de}
On a sted of gret valewe.
In to a chambyr~ he g{as},
Hys leue of DesoneAEsAEs he t{as},
Sche wepte, aAEsAEs men myght Rewe;
He seyd: aEuro~Lady, be styAEsAEs!
I schaAEsAEs come a-geyn th{e} tyAEsAEs,
Thurrow helpe of Marry trewe.aEuro(TM)
Thus he worthe on a stede.
In hys wey Cryst hyme sped,
Fore he yt no thyng knewe!
and rides to the Castle of the King of Provyns.]
He toke hym a Redy wey,
Thurrow P{er}vy{n}s he toke the wey,
As hys Iorney feAEsAEs.                          f. 91a.[T2]
TyAEsAEs the casteAEsAEs Be the See,
An hy stret heldythe hee,
Ther the kyng {dyd} dwell{e}.
To the porter he gan seye:
aEuro~Wynd in~, fellow, I the p{ra}y,
And thy lord than t{e}AEsAEs,
P{ra}y hym, on won nyght in~ hys sale
To harburrow Torrent of PortynggaAEsAEs,
Yf y{t} Bee ys wiAEsAEs!aEuro(TM)
The King of Provyns welcomes Torrent, and]
The porter~ Dyd hys com{m}andment,
To the kynge he ys wente
And knelyd vppon~ ys kne:
aEuro~God blyse A3/4e, lord, In thy sale!
Thus sendythe me to the;
He p{ra}ythe yow, yf ye myght,
To harburrow hym thys won~ nyght,
Yf yow{r} wiAEsAEs yt bee.aEuro(TM)
The kyng swere be hym, A3/4{a}t dyed on tre:
aEuro~There ys no man~ in~ crystyante
More welcome to me!aEuro(TM)
feeds him. TorrentaEuro(TM)s sword is his only Squire.]
The kyng a-Rose and to the gat yod,
Lord{es} and other~ knyg{htes} good,
That were glad of hys com{m}yng.
In to the hale he hyme browght,
Ryche met spare they nowght,
Be-fore Torrent fore to bryng.
That w{i}t{h} the schuld {leng}?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Syr, to a lord I mvst Ryde,
My squyer hongythe be my syde,
No man schaAEsAEs w{i}t{h} me wend.aEuro(TM)
Torrent says he has to fight in Calabria.]
aEuro~S{yr},aEuro(TM) seyd the kyng, aEuro~I p{ra}y the,
Where schaAEsAEs thy ded of armys bee,
Yf yt be thy wyAEsAEs?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~S{yr},aEuro(TM) he seyd, aEuro~vttyrly,
At Calabur, sekyrly,
I ame aAEsAEs Redy ther tyAEsAEs
W{i}t{h} a squyer, A3/4{a}t wiAEsAEs can Ryde;
Schuld we pley ow{ur} fyle;
And wot ye wyAEsAEs and vndyrstond,
Ther schaAEsAEs no knyght come nere hond
Fore dred of dentt{es} yAEsAEs.aEuro(TM)
The King of Provyns warns him against the terrible Giant there,]
The kynge seyd: aEuro~Be godd{es} ore,
Fore why, I wyAEsAEs the seye:
Meche folke of that contre
Come hether~ for~ sokor~ of me,
Bothe be nyght and day;
There ys a gyant of gret Renowne,
He dystrowythe bothe sete and towyn~
And aAEsAEs A3/4{a}t euyr~ he may;
And ase the boke of Rome dothe teAEsAEs,
He wase get of the deweAEsAEs of heAEsAEs,
As hys moder on slepe lay.aEuro(TM)
The kyng Seyd: aEuro~Be seynt Adryan~,              f. 92a.
I Rede, a nother JentyAEsAEs mane
Be there and haue the gre:
I haue a dowghttyr, A3/4{a}t ys me dere,
Thow schalt here wed to thy fere,
And, yf yt thy wyll be,
Two duchyes in {l}onde
I wille geve here in~ hande.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~G{ra}marcy, syr,aEuro(TM) sayd he,
aEuro~W{i}t{h} my tonge so haue I wrowght,
To breke my day than wiAEsAEs I nowght,
Nedys me behovythe ther to bee.aEuro(TM)
He starts,]
aEuro~In godd{es} name,aEuro(TM) the kyng gane sayne,
aEuro~I{es}u send the wiAEsAEs a-geyne,
Lord so mekyAEsAEs of myghte!aEuro(TM)
Menstrell{es} was them a-monge,
Trompett{es}, harpys, and myrre songe,
Delycyous nottis on hyght.
When tyme was, to bed they wente;
On the morrow Rose Torrente
And toke leve of kyng and knyght
And toke a Redy weyye,
Be a see syd as yt laye,
God send hym gatt{es} Ryght!
reaches Calabria, and hears of the Giant.]
A hye stret hathe he nome,
In to Calabur he ys come
W{i}t{h} in~ to days ore III;
Soo come ther~ folk{es} hym a-geyne,
Fast folloyng w{i}t{h} cart and wayne,
Fro-ward the sytte.
aEuro~Dere god!aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent nowe,
aEuro~Leve folk{es}, what Eyllythe yow,
Soo fast fore to flee?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~There ys a gyante here be-syde,
In ale thys covntre fare and wyde
No mane on lyve levythe hee.aEuro(TM)                f. 92b.
aEuro~Dere god,aEuro(TM) sayd Torrant thane,
aEuro~Where schaAEsAEs I fynd that lo{th}ly man~?aEuro(TM)
Ther they answerd hym anone:
aEuro~In a castyAEsAEs be-syd the see,
Slongus, soo hyght hee,
Many a man had he slone.
We wot wiAEsAEs wher he doth ly:
Be-fore the cyte of Hungry;
He wiAEsAEs not th{en}s gone,
TyAEsAEs he haue the Ryche kyng~
To hys p{re}sone for to bryngg,
To be lord of hyme self a-lone.aEuro(TM)
he has broken the City gates, and slain 50 men.]
Tho wold he no lenger~ a-byd,
But to the sytte gan he Ryde,
As fast as he myght fare;
Here barys feAEsAEs and broke downe,
And the gatt{es} of gret Renowne
Stondyng~ aAEsAEs baree.
Men of armys stond hyme a-geyne,
Mo than fyfty had he slayne
W{i}t{h} gryme woundd{es} and sare.
When Torrent of hym had a syght,
Thowe DesoneAEsAEs be neuyr~ so bryght,
He will Reue hym hys chaff{a}r~.
Torrent prays to Christ for help.]
Torrent in~ the storrope stod
And p{ra}yd to god, A3/4{a}t dyed on Rode:
aEuro~Lord, ase thow schalt ale wyld at wyle,
Gyff me g{ra}ce to wyn the fyld,
That thys {lothly} fynd hym yeld
A-non to me tyAEsAEs!
A man schaAEsAEs But onnys Dyee,                   f. 93a.
I wiAEsAEs fyght, whiAEsAEs I may Dryee.aEuro(TM)
He mad cher~ nobyAEsAEs.
When he had I{es}u p{ra}yd of g{ra}ce,
He wyscheyd hyme a batteAEsAEs plase,
Ther as hym lyst we{ll}e.
Torrent blows his horn. The Giant Slongus, of Flonthus,]
Torrent hys spere a-say be-gane,
Bothe schyld and spere than~,
That they were sekyr and good.
Hys good horne gane he blowe.
The gyant sawe, wher~ he stodde:
Slong{es} of Flonthus staryd than~;
Quod Torrent: aEuro~Yf thow be a gentyAEsAEs man~
Or come of gentyAEsAEs blod,
Let thy beytyng and thy Ermyght be,
And come prove thy strenghe on me,
Therfor I sowght the, be the Rodde.aEuro(TM)
The gyant sayd: aEuro~Be the Roode,
DeweAEsAEs of heAEsAEs send the fode,
Hether to seche me:
By the nose I schaAEsAEs the wryng,
Thow berdles gadlyng~,
That aAEsAEs heAEsAEs schaAEsAEs thow see!aEuro(TM)
The wey than to hym he toke
And on hys bake he bare a croke,
Wase X fot long and thre;
And thow he neu{er} so gret w{a}r~,
Torrent thowght not fare to fare,
TyAEsAEs wone of them ded bee.                   f. 93b.
Torrent charges, pierces the GiantaEuro(TM)s eye,]
Thoo wold Torrent no lenger~ byd,
TyAEsAEs the theff gan he Ryde,
Ase fast ase euyr~ he may.
The theff had non ey but on~,
Soche sawe I neu{er} none,
{Ne}yther~ be nyght {nor} be day.
Thurrow godd{es} helpe and sent Awsden~
The spere {throw ye and herne gan ren}.
God send hym the Ryght wey;
Than the theff be-gane to Rore.
AAEsAEs that in~ the sytte wore,
Ouyr~ the wallys they laye.
then spears him throaEuro(TM) the body,]
Thow the fynd{es} ey were owte,
Fast he leyd hym a-bowte
AAEsAEs A3/4{a}t somyrr{es} nyght;
He set ys backe to an hyAEsAEs,
That Torrent schuld not come hym tyAEsAEs,
So meche A3/4{a}t theff covd of fyght.
He bled so sore, I vndyrstond,
Hys croke feAEsAEs owt of hys hond,
Hys dethe to hyme ys dyght.
Torrent to hyme Rane w{i}t{h} a spere,
Thurrow the body he gan hym bere,
Thus helpe hym god of myght.
and kills him. Torrent preserves the GiantaEuro(TM)s head.]
AAEsAEs that in~ the sytte were,
Mad fuAEsAEs nobiAEsAEs chere,
That thys fynd wase Dedde.
Forthe they Ran w{i}t{h} stavys of tre,    f. 94a.
Torrent seyd: aEuro~So mvt I the,
Kepe hole hys hed!
Yf yt be broke, so god me sped,
Yt ys wyAEsAEs the worse to lede.aEuro(TM)
Mo than thre hunderd on a throng
Yt ys solas Euyr~ a-mong
Whan that he was dede.
The King of Calabria feasts him,]
Than~ the kyng of Calaber ayen~ hym went,
Torrent be the hond he hent,
To the haAEsAEs he gan~ hym lede
And comaundid squiers t{w}o,
Of h{ys} harnes for to do
And cloth hym~ in another wede.
Waytes on the waAEsAEs gan blowe,
Knyghtis assemled on a Rowe,
And sith to the deyse they yede;
aEuro~I com heder, to sech my de{de}.aEuro(TM)
FuAEsAEs curtesly the kyng gan say
{To} Torrent on the oA3/4{ur}e day:
aEuro~WyAEsAEs ye wend with me
A lituAEsAEs here be-side to passe,
There as the Geaunt{es} dwelling was
His man{er} now for to see?aEuro(TM)
To the casteAEsAEs gan~ they gone,
Richer saw they never none,
Better myght none be.
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~be god aAEsAEs-myEt~,
For thou hym~ slew, A3/4at it dight,
I vouche it saue on the,
and an Earldom. The CastleaEuro(TM)s name is Cardon.]
aEuro~I yeve {yt} the, s{ir}, of my {h}ond,         f. 94b.
And there-to, an erledome of {my} lond,
For soth, ye shaAEsAEs it haue;
Omage thou shalte none {nor} ffyne,
But euer more to the and thyne,
Frely, so god me saue!aEuro(TM)
Lordys, and ye liston wold,
What was clepud the riche hold:
The casteAEsAEs of Cardon~, {by sawe}.
Two days or thre dwellith he th{a}re
And sith he takythe {leve} to ffare,
Both at knyght and knave.
Torrent hears that Desonell is to marry a strange King.]
By the kyng of P{er}vens he gan gane,
That he had oute {of preson} i-tane
His son vppon a day.
Gentilmen were blith and ffayn~,
That he in helth was comyn~ agayn~,
That they myght with hym~ play.
There of herd he, s{er}tayn{le},
That DesoneAEsAEs wedid shold be
With an vncouth Ray.
And listonyth, lordis, of a chaunce,
Howe he lefte his countenaunce
And takyth hym~ armes gay!
The King of Provyns knights Torrent.]
By-fore the kyng he feAEsAEs on kne:
aEuro~Good lord,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~for charite,
Yeve me order of knyght!
I wott weAEsAEs, leryd are ye,
My lordys doughter shaAEsAEs wed be
To a man~ off myght.aEuro(TM)
By this day sevynnyght.
Swith,aEuro(TM) he seith, aEuro~that this be done,
That thou be there and wyn~ thy shone,
Gete the armes bryght.aEuro(TM)
Sir Torrent ordenyth hym a sheld,
It was ryche in euery ffeld,
Listonyth, what he bare:
O{n} aEure a squier off gold,
Richely bett on mold;
Listonyth, what he ware:
A dragon~ lying hym be-syde,
His mouth grennyng fuAEsAEs wyde,
AAEsAEs ffyghtyng as they were;
The creste, that on his hede shold stond,
Hit was aAEsAEs gold shynand,
Thus previd he hym~ there.
He hears that DesonellaEuro(TM)s marriage is certain.]
Lordys assembelid in sale,
WeAEsAEs mo than I haue in tale,
Or ellis gret wonder were.
There herd {he} teAEsAEs ffor certan~,
That DesoneAEsAEs wed shold be than~,
That was hym selfe ffuAEsAEs dere.
And whan~ he herd of that ffare,
Wors tydingis than were thare,
Might he none gladly here . . . . . . .
Torrent rides into the Hall where Desonell is, and challenges any
He wold not in passe,
TiAEsAEs {at} the myd mete was
The kyng and meny a knyght;
As they satt at theyre {mete} glade,
In at the haAEsAEs dur {he} rade
In armes ffeyre and bryght,              f. 95b.
With a squier, that is ffre;
Vp to the lady ryduth he,
That rychely was i-dight.
aEuro~Lordys,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~among you aAEsAEs
I chalenge thre coursus in the haAEsAEs,
{Or} Delyuer {her} me with right!aEuro(TM)
The Prince of Aragon accepts,]
The kyng of Aragon~ sett her bye,
And he defendid her nobely:
aEuro~I wyAEsAEs none delyu{er} the.aEuro(TM)
His son said: aEuro~So muste I thryve,
There shaAEsAEs no man just for my wiffe;
But yf youre wyAEsAEs it be,
For her love did I never no dede,
I shaAEsAEs to day, so god me spede:
Be-hold and ye shaAEsAEs se.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Alas!aEuro(TM) said DesoneAEsAEs the dere,
aEuro~FuAEsAEs longe may I sitt here,
Or Torrent chalenge me.aEuro(TM)
and the lists are made ready. Torrent unhorses the Prince of
Trumpett{es} blew in the prese,
Lordys stond on {the grese},
Ladyes lay ou{er} and be-held.
The prynce and Torrent th{e}n
Eyther to other gan ren~,
Smertely in that ffeld;
Torrent sett on hym~ so sore,
That hors and man down~ he bore,
And aAEsAEs to-sheverd his sheld.
So they tombelid aAEsAEs in ffere,
That afterward of VII yere
The prynce none armes myght weld.
and he is carried indoors.]
Torrent said: aEuro~So god me saue,
Other two coursus wyAEsAEs I haue,                 f. 96a.
Yf ye do me law of lond.aEuro(TM)
Gret lordys stond styAEsAEs,
They said nether good ne yAEsAEs
For tynding of his hond.
The prynce of Aragon~ in they barr~
With lituAEsAEs worshipp and sydes sare,
He had no fote on ffor to stond.
Thus thes lordys justid aye;
Better {they} had to haue be away,
Suche comffort there he ffond.
At dinner, Torrent lays SlongusaEuro(TM)s head on the table.]
He wold not in passe,
TiAEsAEs they at myd mete was,
On the other day at none.
His squiers habite he had,
Whan~ he to the deyse yad,
With oute couped shone,
And the hede on~ the bord he laid:
aEuro~Lo, s{ir} kyng, hold this,aEuro(TM) he said,
aEuro~Or ellis wroth we anon~!aEuro(TM)
They sett stiAEsAEs at the bord,
None of hem spake one word,
But ryght that he had done.
Torrent proclaims the promise of the King of Portugal to give him
Torrent at the syde bord stode:
aEuro~Lystonyth, lordyng{es}, gentiAEsAEs of blood,
For the love of god aAEsAEs-myght:
The kyng heyght me his doughter dere,
To ffyght with a ffendys ffere,
That wekyd was and wight,
To wed her to my wyffe,
And halffe his kyngdome be his liffe,
And after his days aAEsAEs his ryght.                  
Lokyth, lordys, you among,                     f. 96b.
Whether he do me ryght or wrong!aEuro(TM)
Tho waried hym~ both kyng & knyght.
The King of Aragon says his son has wedded Desonell. He will be
revenged on the King of Portugal.]
Tho said the kyng of Aragon, i-wys:
aEuro~Torrent, I wiste no thing of thys,
A gret maister arte thou!aEuro(TM)
The kyng sware be seynt Gryffen~:
aEuro~With a sword thou shalte her wynne,
Or thou haue her nowe:
For why, my son to her was wed,
Gret lordys to churche her led,                      
I take wittnes of aAEsAEs you.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Kyng Calamond, haue good day,
Thou shalt i-bye it, and I may,
To god I make avowe.aEuro(TM)
The Emp{er}oure of Rome ther was,
Be-twene thes kyng{es} gan~ he passe
And said: aEuro~Lordys, as sone,
This squier, that hath brought this hede,
The kyng had wend he had be dede,
And a-venturly gan~ he gone:                       
I rede you take a day of {ryghtes},
And do it vppon~ two knyght{es},
And let no man~ be sl{o}n~!aEuro(TM)
Gret lordys, that were thare,
This talis lovid at that fare
And ordenyd tha{t} anon~.
The King of Aragon sends to the giant Cate to fight Torrent]
To the kyng {the thoght} com~ was,
To send vnto Sathanas
For a geaunt, that hight Cate,
For to make hym~ knyght to his hond                  
And sease hym~ in aAEsAEs his lond;
The messingere toke the gate.                f. 97a.
Gret othes he sware hym than~,
That he shold ffyght but w{i}t{h} one man~,
And purvey hym he bad
Iryn stavis two or thre,
For to ffyght with Torent ffre,
Though he there of ne w{a}tt.
on an island for half Portugal.]
Than take counseAEsAEs kyng and knyght,
On lond that he shold not ffyght,                    
But ffar oute in the see,
In an yle long and br{a}d;
A gret payn~ there was made,
That holdyn~ shold it be.
Yf Cate slow Torent, that ffre ys,
Halfe Portyngale shold be his,
To spend with dedys ffre;
And yf s{ir} Torrent myght hym ou{er}-com~,
He shold haue halfe Aragon~,
Was better than suche thre.                        
The Giant Cate comes to an Island.]
The Gyaunt shipped in a while
And sett hym~ oute in an yle,
That was grow both grene and gay.
Sir Torrent com~ prekand on a stede,
Richely armed in his wede;
aEuro~Lordyngys,aEuro(TM) gan he say,
aEuro~It is semely ffor a knyght,
Vppon a stede ffor to ffyght.aEuro(TM)
They said sone: aEuro~Nay,
He is so hevy, he can not ryde.                      
Torrent said: aEuro~EviAEsAEs mut he be-tyde,
Falshode, woo worth it aye!aEuro(TM)
Torrent prays for ChristaEuro(TM)s help,]
And thankid hym of his sond:
aEuro~I{es}u Cryste, I the praye,
Send me myght and strengith this day
A-yen~ the ffend to stond!aEuro(TM)
To the shipp s{ir} Torent went,
With the grace, god had hym sent,                    
That was never ffayland;
AAEsAEs the lordys of that contre,
Frome Rome vnto the Grekys se,
Stode and be-held on lond.
_Torent_] _yode_, struck out, add.A MS.
Whan s{ir} Torrent in to the Ile was brought,
The shipmen~ lenger wold tary nought,
But hied hem sone ageyn~;
The Giaunt said: aEuro~So must I the,
Sir, thou art welcom to me,
Thy deth is not to layn~!aEuro(TM)                         
The ffirste stroke to hym he yaue,
Oute of his hand flew his staff:
That thefe was fuAEsAEs fayn~.
Tho s{ir} Torent went nere Cate, . . . . .
He thought, he wold hym~ haue slayn~.
and runs into the sea. Torrent shies cobble-stones at him, kills
The theff couth no better wonne,
In to the see rennyth he sone,
As faste as he myght ffare.
Sir Torrent gaderid cobled stonys,                   
Good and handsom ffor the nonys,
That good and round w{a}re;
Meny of them to hym~ he caste,
He threw stonys on hym so faste,
That he was sad and s{a}re.
To the ground he did hym feAEsAEs,                 f. 98a.
Men~ myght here the fend yeAEsAEs
Halfe a myle and m{a}re.
and he is towd ashore. Torrent is shipt to the mainland.]
Sir Torent said, as he was wonne,
He thankid I{es}u, Maryes son~,                      
That kyng, that sent hym myEt~;
He said: aEuro~Lordys, for charite,
A bote that ye send to me,
It is nere hand nyght!aEuro(TM)
They Reysed a gale w{i}t{h} a sayAEsAEs,
The Geaunt to lond for to trayAEsAEs,
AAEsAEs men wonderid on that wight.
Whan that they had so done,
They went to s{ir} Torent fuAEsAEs sone
And shipped that comly knyght.                     
Torrent is awarded Desonell, territory, and the City of Cargon.
Desonell is divorst from the Prince of Aragon.]
The emp{er}oure of Rome was there,
{The kynges} of P{er}vens and of Calabere yare,
And other two or thre.
They yaue s{ir} Torent, that he wan,
Both the Erth and the woman~,
And said, weAEsAEs worthy was he.
The riche Cite of Cargon~
And aAEsAEs that riche contre;
Archbeshoppes, as the law feAEsAEs,                      
Dep{ar}tid the prynce and DissoneAEsAEs
With gret solempnite.
The King of Portugal acknowledges Torrent,]
For s{ir} Torent the fend did faAEsAEs,
Gret lordys honoured hym~ aAEsAEs
And for a doughty knyght hym~ tase;
The kyng said: aEuro~I vnderstond,
Thou hast fought ffor my dought{er}
& my lond,                           f. 98b.
And weAEsAEs wonne her thou hase.aEuro(TM)
He gaue to s{aint} Nycholas de Barr~
A grett Erldome and a {si}marr~                      
That abbey of hym {tas}
For I{es}us love, moch of myght,
That hym helpith day & nyght,
Whan~ he to the batteAEsAEs {gas}.
months and a day for Desonell.]
Lordys than~ at the laste,
Echone on theyre way paste,
And euery man~ to his.
The quene of Portingale was ffayn~,
That s{ir} Torent was com agayn~
And thankyd god of this.                           
Than said the kyng: aEuro~I vnderstond,
Thou hast fought for my dought{er} & my lond,
And art my ward, i-wys,
And I wyAEsAEs not ageyn~ the say;
But abyde halfe yere and a day,
And broke her weAEsAEs with blis!aEuro(TM)
Torrent passes a night with Desonell.]
Torent said: aEuro~So muste I the,
Sith it wyAEsAEs no better be,
I cord with that assent!aEuro(TM)
After mete, as I you teAEsAEs,                           
To speke with mayden~ DesoneAEsAEs,
To her chamber he went.
The damyseAEsAEs so moche of pride
Set hym on~ her bed-syde,
And said: aEuro~Welcom~, verament!aEuro(TM)
Such gestenyng he a-right,
That there he dwellid aAEsAEs nyEt~
With that lady gent.                         f. 99a.
The King of Norway begs him to come and fight a Giant there.]
Sir Torent dwellid thare
Twelffe wekys and mare,                              
TiAEsAEs letters com hym tiAEsAEs
Fro the kyng of Norway;
For I{es}us love he did hym p{r}aye,
Yf it were his wyAEsAEs,
He shold com as a doughty knyght,
With a Geaunt for to ffyght,
That wyAEsAEs his londys spyAEsAEs;
He wold hym yeve his doughter dere
And halfe Norway ffar and nere,
Both be hold and be hyAEsAEs.                          
Torrent gives all his land to the King for Desonell;]
Sir Torent said: aEuro~So god me saue,
I-nough to lyve vppon I haue,
I wyAEsAEs desire no more;
But it be, for I{es}u is sake
A poynt of armes for to take,
That hath helpid me be-ffore.
I yeve the here oute of my hond
To thy doughter aAEsAEs my lond,
Yf that I end th{o}re.aEuro(TM)
And whan~ he toke his way to passe,                  
Mo than ffyfty with hym was,
That fals to hym~ w{o}re.
leaves 2 gold rings with her,]
+S+yr Torent to the lady went,
FuAEsAEs curtesly and gent: . . . . .
aEuro~DesoneAEsAEs, haue good day!
I muste now on my jurnay,
A kyngis lond for to fend.
Thes gold ryng{es} I shaAEsAEs yeve the,
Kepe {them} weAEsAEs, my lady ffre,
Yf god a child vs send!aEuro(TM)                           
She toke the ryngis with moche care,           f. 99b.
Thries in sownyng feAEsAEs she thare,
Whan she saw, that he wold wend.
and goes on board ship with his steed and armour. Torrent gets to
Shipp and takyAEsAEs they dight,
Stede and armo{ur} ffor to ffyght
To the bote they bare.
Gentilmen~, that were hend,
Toke her leve at theyre frend,
With hym ffor to fare.
Kyng Colomond, is not to layn~,                      
He wold, that he cam nev{ur}e agayn~;
There fore god yeff hym~ care!
So within the ffyfty dayes
He Come in to the lond of Norways,
Hard Contre ffound he thare.
The shipmen tell him of a Giant.]
Thus s{ir} Torrent, for soth, is fare,
A noble wynd droffe hym~ thare,
Was blowyng oute of the weste.
Of the Coste of Norway they had a sight . . .        
Of sayling they were aAEsAEs preste.
So ffeyre a wynd had the knyght,
A lituAEsAEs be-ffore the mydnyght
He Rode be a foreste.
The shipmen said: aEuro~We be shent;
Here dwellith a geaunt, verament,
On his lond are we {kest}!aEuro(TM)
Torrent resolves to land.]
The maistershipm{o}n~ said: aEuro~Nowe
I Rede, we take down~ sayle & Rowe,
While we haue this tyde.                           
Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~be god aAEsAEsmyght,
The giant lieth euery nyght
On~ the mowntayn~ here be-syde;
My lord the kyng wyAEsAEs not ffyght,             f. 100a.
TiAEsAEs he of you haue a sight,
On you ys aAEsAEs his pryde!aEuro(TM)
Sir Torrent said: aEuro~Here my hond!
Sith we be ryven on this lond,
To nyght wyAEsAEs I ryde.aEuro(TM)
Torrent and his knights arm.]
Sir Torent armyd hym~ anon                           
And his knyght{es} euerychone
With sheld and spere in hond.
The shipmen~ said: aEuro~As mut I thryve,
I Rede, that euery man~ other shryve,
Or that we go to the lond.aEuro(TM)
Sir Torent said: aEuro~As god me spede,
We wiAEsAEs firste se that ffede,
My lord was never f{ail}and!
Gentilmen, ma{k}e chere good,
For I{es}u love, that died on Rood,                  
He wiAEsAEs be oure waraunt!aEuro(TM)
They reach the Forest of Brasill. The coward knights flee to the
ship, and leave Torrent alone.]
In a forest can~ they passe,
Of BrasiAEsAEs, saith the boke, it was,
With bowes brod and wyde.
Lyons and berys there they ff{a}nd
And wyld best{es} aboute goand,
Reysing on euery side.
Thes men~ of armes, w{i}t{h} trayn~
To the shipp they flew agayn~
In to the see at that tyde;                        
Fast from land row they be-gan~,
A-bove they left that gentilman~,
With wyld beestis to haue kyde.
False tales of Torrent are told to the King of Norway.]
The shipmen~ of the same lond
Ryved vp, I vnderstond,
In another lond off hold.                   f. 100b.
To the chamber they toke the way,
There the kyng hym~ selfe lay,
And fals talis hym~ told . . . . . .
For he wold not the geaunt abyde,                    
For aAEsAEs this contrey feyre and wyde,
ThouE he yeff it hym wold.
The King of Norway wants Torrent to come.]
aEuro~Sir kyng, ye haue youre selfe
Erlis {doughty be} ten~ or twelfe,
Better know I none:
Send youre messingeris ffar and wyde,
For to ffeAEsAEs the geaunt{es} pride,
That youre doughter hath tane.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~I had lever to haue that knyght;
With hym~ is grace of god aAEsAEsmyEt~,
To be here at his bane.aEuro(TM)                           
FuAEsAEs lituAEsAEs wist that riche kyng
Of s{ir} Torrent{es} ryding
In the forest aAEsAEs alone.
Torrent rides up to 2 Dragons.]
ThorouE helpe of god that w{i}t{h} hym was,
Fro the wyld bestis gan~ he passe
To an hye hyAEsAEs.
A lituAEsAEs while be-fore the day
He herd in a valey
A dynnyng and a yeAEsAEs.                              
Theder than~ riduth he,
To loke, what thing it myEt be,
What adventure tha{re} be-feAEsAEs.
It were two dragons stiff and strong,
Vppon~ theyre lay they sat and song,
Be-side a depe weAEsAEs.
Torrent prays to Christ, spears the first Dragon;]
Sir Torent said thanne
To god, that made man~                    f. 101a.
And died uppon~ a tree:
aEuro~Lord, as thou mayst aAEsAEs weld,                       
Yeve me grace, to wyn~ the feld
Of thes ffendys on{fre}!aEuro(TM)
Whan he had his p{r}ayers made,
Pertely to hem~ he Rade
And one thorouE oute bare he.
Thus sped the knyght at his comyng
Thorough the helpe of hevyn~ kyng:
Lord, lovid muste thou be!
and then kills the second.]
The other dragon wold not flee, . . . . .
But sho{w}ith aAEsAEs his myght;                       
He smote ffire, that lothely thing,
As it were the lightnyng,
Vppon~ that comly knyght.
There fore s{ir} Torent wold not lett,
But on~ the dragon) fast~ he bett
And over-come that foule wight.
Tho anon the day sprong,
Fowles Rose, mery they song,
The sonne a-Rose on hyE{t}.
He sees a Castle.]
Torent of the day was fuAEsAEs blithe,                   
And of the valey he did hym~ swith,
As fast as euer he may.
To a mowntayn~ he rode ryght,
Of a casteAEsAEs he had a sight
With towrys hyEe and gay . . . . . .
He come in to an hyEe strete,
Few folke gan~ he mete,
To wis hym~ the way.
Torrent rides to the Norse GiantaEuro(TM)s castle gates.]
To the gatys tho he R{a}de;
FuAEsAEs craftely they were made                  f. 101b.
Of Irun~ and eke of tree.                          
One tre stonding there he ffond:
Nyne oxen~ of that lond
Shold not drawe the tre.
The Giaunt wrought vp his w{a}AEsAEs
And laid stonys gret and smaAEsAEs:
A lothely man~ was he.
aEuro~Now,aEuro(TM) quod Torrent, aEuro~I {n}ot, whare,
My squiers be ffro me to fare,
Euer waried th{ey} be!                             
He considers what he shall do, and resolves to fight.]
aEuro~Lord god, what is beste,
So I{es}u me helpe, Est or Weste,
I Can not Rede to {say}.
Yf I to the shipp fare,
No shipmen~ ffynd {I} thare;
It is long, sith they were away.
Other wayes yf I wend,
Wyld bestis wyAEsAEs me shend:
Falshede, woo worth it aye!
I ffyght here, I{es}u, for thy sake;                 
Lord, to me kepe thou take,
As thou best may!aEuro(TM)
He baits his steed. The Norse Giant prepares to fight.]
Down~ light this gentiAEsAEs knyght,
To Rest hym~ a lituAEsAEs wight,
And vnbrydelid his stede
And let hym~ bayte on~ the ground,
And aventid hym~ in~ that stound,
There of he had gret nede.
The Gyaunt yode and gaderid stone
And sye, where the knyght gan~ gone,                 
AAEsAEs armed in dede;                          f. 102a.
And wot ye weAEsAEs and not wene,
Whan eyther of hem had other sene,
Smertely {they} rerid her dede.
Torrent prays to Christ, and is cheerd by a voice from Heaven.]
For that s{ir} Torent had hym sene,
He worth vppon his stede, I wene,
And I{es}u prayd{e} he tiAEsAEs:
aEuro~Mary son~, thou here my bone,
As I am~ in venturus s{t}ad come,
And said: aEuro~Be blith, s{ir} Torent,
And yeve the no thing yAEsAEs,
To ffyght with my lordys enemy:
Whether that thou lyve or dye,
Thy mede the quyte he wyAEsAEs!aEuro(TM)
The Giant advances against Torrent.]
Be that the giaunt had hym dight,
Cam~ ageyn~ that gentiAEsAEs knyght,
As bold as eny bore;
He bare on~ his nek a croke,                         
Woo were the man~, that he ou{er}toke,
It was twelfe ffote and more.
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~ffor charite,
Loke, curtes man~ that thou be,
Yf thy wyAEsAEs ware:
I haue so fought aAEsAEs this nyght
With thy II dragons wekyd and wight,
They haue bett me fuAEsAEs sore.aEuro(TM)
The Geaunt said: aEuro~Be my fay,
Wors tyding{es} to me this day                       
I myght not goodly here.
Thorough the valey as thou cam~,
My two dragons hast thou slan~,
My solempnite they were.                    f. 102b.
To the I haue fuAEsAEs good gate;
For thou slow my brother Cate,
That thou shalte by fuAEsAEs dere!aEuro(TM)
Be-twene the giaunt and the knyght
Men myght se buffett{es} right,
Who so had be there.                               
Sir Torent yaue to hym~ a brayd;
He levid that the aungeAEsAEs said,
Of deth yaue he no{ught}.
In to the brest he hym~ bare,
His spere hede lefte he thare,
So eviAEsAEs was hitt {bythought}.
The Giaunt hym ayen~ smate
Thorough his sheld and his plate,
In to the flesh it sought;
And sith he pullith at his croke,                    
So fast in to the flesh it toke,
That oute myEt he gete it nought.
On hym~ he hath it broke,
Glad pluckys there he toke,
Set sadly and s{a}re.
Sir Torent stalworth satt,
Oute of his handys he it gatt,
No lenger dwellid he th{a}re.
In to the water he cast his sheld,
Croke and aAEsAEs to-geders it held,                     
Fare after, how so euer it ffare.
The Geaunt folowid w{i}t{h} aAEsAEs his mayn~,
And he come never quyk agayn~:
God wold, that so it ware.
Torrent rides to the GiantaEuro(TM)s castle,]
Sir Torent bet hym~ there,                    f. 103a.
TiAEsAEs that this fend did were,
Or he thens wend.
On hym had he hurt but ane,
Lesse myght be a mann{us} bane,
But god is fuAEsAEs hend:                              
Thorough grace of hym, that aAEsAEs shaAEsAEs weld,
There the knyght had the feld,
Such grace god did hym~ send.
Be than it nyed nere hand nyEt~,
To a casteAEsAEs he Rode right,
AAEsAEs nyght there to lend.
In the casteAEsAEs found he nought,
That god on the Rode bought;
High vppon~ a toure,
As he caste a side lokyng,                           
He saw a lady in her bed syttyng,
White as lylye ffloure;
Vp a-Rose that lady bryght,
And said: aEuro~Welcom~, s{ir} knyght,
That fast art in stoure!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~DamyseAEsAEs, welcom~ mut thou be!
Graunt thou me, for charite,
Of one nyghtis so{i}oure!aEuro(TM)
The Lady says the Giant Weraunt will kill him.]
aEuro~By Mary,aEuro(TM) said that lady clere,
aEuro~Me for-thinkith, that thou com~ here,               
Thy deth now is dight;
For here dwellith a geaunt,
He is clepud Weraunt,
He is {to} the deviAEsAEs be-taught.
To day at morn~ he toke his croke,
Forth at the yat{es} the way he toke,
And said, he wold haue a draught;           f. 103b.
And here be chambers two or thre,
In one of hem I shaAEsAEs hide the,
God the saue ffrome harmes right!aEuro(TM)                 
Torrent tells her to come and see the Giant.]
aEuro~Certayn~,aEuro(TM) tho said the knyght,
aEuro~That theffe I saw to nyght,
Here be-side a sla{d}e.
He was a ferly freke in ffyght,
With hym faught a yong knyght,
Ech on other laid good l{a}de;
Me thought weAEsAEs, as he stode,
He was of the fend{us} blood,
So Rude was he made.
Dame, yf thou leve not me,                           
Com~ nere, and thou shalt se,
Which of hem ab{a}de.aEuro(TM)
Blith was that lady bryght
For to se that {selly} sight:
With the knyght went she.
Whan she cam, where the Geaunt lay,
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) she said, aEuro~p{ar}maffay
I wott weAEsAEs, it is he.
Other he was of god aAEsAEs-myght
Or seynt George, oure lady knyEt~,                   
That there his bane hath be.
Yf eny cryston~ man smyte hym down~,
He is worthy to haue renown~
Thorough oute aAEsAEs crystiaunte.aEuro(TM)
She tells Torrent that her Father gave her, as his ransom, to the
aEuro~I haue wonder,aEuro(TM) said the knyght,
aEuro~How he gate the, lady bryght,
Fro my lord the kyng.aEuro(TM)
Erly in a mornyng,                                 
For{e} his men pursued a dere,
To his casteAEsAEs, that stondith here,
That doth my hondys wryng,
This Giaunt hym toke, wo he be!
For his love he gevith hym~ me,
He wold none other thinge.aEuro(TM)
Forth she brought bred and wyne,
Fayn~ he was for to dyne . . . . . .
This knyght made noble chere,
Though that he woundid were                          
With the Geaunt strong.
Torrent takes her away. Torrent longs for Desonell. The Norwegian
Sir Torrent dwellid no lenger thare,
Than~ he myEt away fare
With that lady bryght.
aEuro~Now, I{es}u, that made heAEsAEs,
Send me on lyve to DesoneAEsAEs,
That I my trouth to plight!aEuro(TM)
Tho sye they be a forest syde
Men~ of armes ffaste ride
On coursers comly dight.                           
The lady said: aEuro~So mvst I thee,
It is my fader, is com for me,
With the Geaunt to ffyght.aEuro(TM)
Torrent is recognised]
An harood said anon~ right:
aEuro~Yon I se an armed knyght,
And no squier, but hym~ one:
He is so {big} of bone & blood,
He is the Geaunt, be the Rode!aEuro(TM)
Som~ seith, he riduth vppon~.
I thanke god and seynt IohA+-,
For the Geaunt slayn~) hath he
And wonne my dought{er}, weAEsAEs is me!
AAEsAEs his men are {a}t{o}ne!aEuro(TM)
and welcomd by the King of Norway. His wounds are drest.]
Wott ye weAEsAEs, with Ioy and blis
Sir Torent there recevid ys,
As doughty man~ of dede.
The kyng and other lordys gent
Said, aEuro~Welcom~, s{ir} Torent,                        
In to this vncouth {thede}!aEuro(TM)
In to a state they hym~ brought,
Lechis sone his woundis sought;
They said, so god hem spede,
Were there no lyve but ane,
His liffe they wyAEsAEs not vndertane,
For no gold ne ffor mede.
The Princess claims Torrent as her husband.]
The lady wist not or than~,
That he was hurt, that gentilman~,
And sith she went hym tyAEsAEs;                        
She sought his wound{us} and said thare:
aEuro~Thou shalte lyve and welfare,
Yf the no-thing evyAEsAEs!
My lord the kyng hath me hight,
That thou shalt wed me, s{ir} knyght,
The fforward ye to fulle ffyAEsAEs.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~DamyseAEsAEs, loo here my hond:
And I take eny wyffe in this lond,
It shaAEsAEs be at thy wyAEsAEs!aEuro(TM)
Her name is Gendres. Torrent stays 12 months in Norway.]
Gendres was that ladyes name.                        
The Geaunt{es} hede he brought hame,
And the dragons {he brought}.               f. 105a.
Mene myght here a myle aboute,
How on the dede hedys they did shoute,
For the shame, that they hem~ wrought,
Both with dede and with tong
Fyfte on the hedys dong,
That to the ground they sought.
Sir Torrent dwellid thare
Twelfe monythis and mare,                            
That ffurther myEt he nought.
The kyng of Norway said: aEuro~Nowe,
Fals thevis, woo worth you,
Ferly soteAEsAEs were ye:
Ye said, the knyght wold not com~:
Swith oute of my kyngdome,
Or hangid shaAEsAEs ye be!aEuro(TM)
His squiers, that fro hym~ fled,
With sore strokys are they spred
Vppon the wanne see,                               
And there they drenchid euery man~,
Saue one knave, that to lond cam~,
And woo be-gone is he.
The child, to lond that god sent,
In Portyngale he is lent,
In a riche town~,
That hat{h} hight be her day,
And euer shaAEsAEs, as I you say,
The town~ of Peron~.
By-fore the kyng he hym sett,                        
aEuro~FuAEsAEs weAEsAEs thy men~, lord, the grett,
And in the see {did} they drown.aEuro(TM)
DesoneAEsAEs said: aEuro~Where is Torent?aEuro(TM)
As she sownyd, this lady myld,
Men myEt se tokenyng of her child,
Steryng on~ her right syde.
Gret Ruth it was to teAEsAEs,
How her maydens on~ her feAEsAEs,                        
Her to Couer and to hide.
Tho the kyng said: aEuro~My dought{er}, do way!
By god, thy myrth is gone for aye,
Spousage wyAEsAEs thou none {bi}de!
There fore thou shalt in to the see
To lerne you ffor to ride.aEuro(TM)
His Earls and the Queen pray for mercy for Desonell.]
Erlis and Barons, that were good,
By-fore the kyng knelid and stode
For that lady free.                                
The quene, her moder, on knees feAEsAEs,
aEuro~For I{es}u is love, that harood heAEsAEs,
Lord, haue mercy on~ me!
That ylke dede, that she hath done,
It was with an Erlis sonne,
Riche man~ i-nough is he;
And yf ye wyAEsAEs not let her lyve,
Right of lond ye her yeve,
TiAEsAEs she delyu{er}d be!aEuro(TM)
She is delivered of 2 male children like Torrent. Her Father says
Thus the lady dwellith there,                        
Tyll that she delyu{er}d were
Of men~ children~ two;
In all poyntes they were gent,
And like they were to s{ir} Torent;
For his love they sufferid woo.             f. 106a.
The kyng said: aEuro~So mut I thee,
Thou shalte in-to the see
With oute wordys moo.
Euery kyngis dought{er} ffer and nere,
At the shaAEsAEs they lere,                              
Ayen~ the law to do.aEuro(TM)
Gret ruth it was to se,
Whan they led that lady ffree
Oute of her faders lond.
The quene wexid tho nere wood
For her doughter, that gentiAEsAEs ffode,
And knyghtis stode wepand;
A cloth of silke gan they ta
And p{ar}tyd it be-twene hem twa,
Therin they were wonde.
Whan~ they had shypped that lady y{i}ng,             
An hunderid feAEsAEs in sownyng
At Peron~ on~ the sond.
She prays to Christ for her children.]
Whan that lady was downe fall,
On Iesu Cryste dyd she call;
Down~ knelid that lady cle{n}e:
aEuro~Rightfull god, ye me sende
Some good londe, on to lende,
That my chyldren may crystonyd bene!aEuro(TM)
She said, aEuro~Knyghtis and ladyes gent,
Grete weAEsAEs my lord, s{ir} Torrent,
Yeff ye hym~ euer sene!aEuro(TM)
The wynd Rose ayen~ the nyght,
Fro lond it blew that lady bryght                    
Vppon the see so grene.
_Iesu Cryste, that com vp here
On this strond, as I wenyd_A MS.
She and they reach land. Desonell stills her crying child,]
Wyndes and weders haue her drevyn~,
Azat in a f{o}rest she is revyn~,
There wyld beestis were;
The see was eb, and went her ffroo,
And lefte her and her children~ two           f. 106b.
Alone with-oute ffere.
Her one child woke and be-gan~ to wepe,
The lady a-woke oute of her slepe
And said: aEuro~Be stiAEsAEs, my dere,                      
I{es}u Cryst hath sent vs lond;
Yf there be any cryston man~ nere hond,
We shaAEsAEs haue som socoure here.aEuro(TM)
goes up a mountain,]
The carefuAEsAEs lady was fuAEsAEs blith,
Vp to lond she went swith,
As fast as euer she myght.
Tho the day be-gan~ to spryng,
Foules a-Rose and mery gan syng
Delicious notys on~ hight.
To a mowntayn went that lady ffree:                  
Sone was she warr~ of a Cite
With towrus ffeyre and bryght.
There fore, i-wys, she was fuAEsAEs fayn~,
She sett her down~, as I herd sayn~,
Her two children~ ffor to dight.
and finds an Arbour there. A Griffin carries off one of her boys.
Vppon~ the low the lady ffound
An Erber wrought w{i}t{h} mann{us} hond,
With herbis, that were good.
A Grype was in~ the mowntayn~ wonne,
A way he bare her yong son~                          
Ou{er} a water fflood,
Over in to a wyldernes,
There seynt Antony ermet w{e}s,
There as his chapeAEsAEs stode.
The other child down~ gan~ she ly,
And on the ffoule did shoute & crye,          f. 107a.
That she was nere hond wood.
and sorrows.]
Vp she rose ageyn~ the rough~,
With sorofuAEsAEs hert and care Inough~,
CarefuAEsAEs of blood and bone . . . . . . .           
She sye, it myght no better be,
She knelid down~ vppon~ her kne,
And thankid god and seynt Iohn~.
A leopard takes her other boy away.]
There come a libard vppon~ his pray,
And her other child bare away,
She thankid god there
And his moder Mary bryght.
This lady is lefte alone ryght:
The sorow she made there . . . . .
The King of Jerusalem sees the leopard and child.]
That she myght no further ffare:                     
aEuro~Of one poynt,aEuro(TM) {she sayd}, aEuro~is my care,
As I do now vnderstond,
So my children~ crystenyd were,
Though they be with beest{es} there,
Theyre liffe is in godd{us} hond.aEuro(TM)
The kyng of Ierusalem~ had bene
At his brothers weddyng, I wene,
That was lord of aAEsAEs that lond.
As he com homward on his way,
He saw where the liberd lay                          
With a child pleyand.
Torrent had yeve {her} ring{es} two,
And euery child had one of tho,
Hym~ with aAEsAEs to saue.
The kyng said: aEuro~Be Mary myld,
Yonder is a liberd w{i}t{h} a child,
A mayden~ or a knave.aEuro(TM)
Tho men~ of armes theder went,                f. 107b.
Anon~ they had theyre hors spent,
Her guttys oute she Rave.                          
For no stroke wold she stynt;
TiAEsAEs they her slew w{i}t{h} speris dynt,
The child myght they not haue.
Vp they toke the child y{i}ng
And brought it be-ffore the kyng
And vndid the swathing band,
As his moder be-ffore had done,
A gold ryng they ffound sone,
Was closud in his hond.
Tho said the kyng of Ierusalem~:                     
aEuro~This child is come of gentiAEsAEs teme,
Where euer this beest hym~ ffond.
The boke of Rome berith wytnes,
The kyng hym~ namyd Leobertus,
That was hent in hethyn~ lond.
and takes him to Jerusalem.]
Two squiers to the town~ gan~ flyng,
And a noryse to the child did bryng,
Hym~ to kepe ffrome gr{e}me.
He led it in~ to his own~ lond
And told the quene, how he it ffond                  
By a water streme.
Whan~ the lady saw the ryng,
She said, with-oute lettyng:
aEuro~This child is com~ of gentiAEsAEs teme:
Thou hast none heyre, thy lond to take,
For I{es}u love thou {sh}oldist hym~ make
Prynce of Ierusalem~.aEuro(TM)
Now, in boke as we rede,
As seynt Antony aboute yede,
Byddyng his orysoun~,                              
Of the gripe he had a sight,                  f. 108a.
How she flew in a fflight,
To her birdus was she boun~.
Be-twene her clawes she bare a child:
He prayed to god and Mary myld,
On lyve to send it down~.
That man was weAEsAEs with god aAEsAEs-myEt~,
At his fote gan~ she light,
That foule of gret renown~.
St. Antony takes the boy to his Father, the King of Greece.]
Vp he toke the child th{e}re,                        
To his auter he did it bere,
There his chapeAEsAEs stode.
A knave child there he ffond,
There was closud in his hond
A gold ryng riche and good.
He bare it to the Cite grett,
There the kyng his fader {s}ett
As a lord of jentiAEsAEs blood,
For he wold saue it ffro dede;
A grype flew a-bove his hede                         
And cryed, as he were wood.
The King sees his son Antony,]
This holy man~ hied hym~ tyte
To a Cite w{i}t{h} touris white,
As fast as he may.
The kyng at the yate stode
And other knyght{es} and lordys good
To se the squiers play.
The kyng said: aEuro~Be Mary myld,
Yonder comyth Antony, my child,
With a gryffon~ gay.                               
Som~ of his byrdus take hath he,
And bryngith hem~ heder to me!aEuro(TM)
Gret ferly had thaye.
who asks him to adopt DesonellaEuro(TM)s boy as his heir.]
The kyng there of toke good hede,         f. 108b.
And a-geyn~ his sonne he yede
And said: aEuro~Welcom~ ye be!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Fader,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~god you saue!
A knave child ffound I haue,
Loke, that it be dere to the!
Frome a greffon~ he was refte,                       
Of what lond that he is lefte,
Of gentiAEsAEs blood was he:
Thou hast none heyre, thy lond to take,
For I{es}u love thy sonne hym~ make,
As in the stede of me!aEuro(TM)
The King of Greece agrees, and has the Boy baptized. The Boy is
christend Antony Fitzgriffin.]
The kyng said: aEuro~Yf I may lyve,
Helpe and hold I shaAEsAEs hym yeve
And receyve hym as my son~.
Sith thou hast this lond forsake,
My riche londys I shaAEsAEs hym~ take,                   
Whan he kepe them~ c{o}n~.aEuro(TM)
To a ffont they hym yaue,
And crystonyd this yong knave;
Fro care he is wonne.
The holy man yaue hym~ name,
That I{es}u shild hym~ ffrome shame:
Antony fice greffoun~.
Desonell laments,]
aEuro~Fader, than~ haue thou this ryng,
I ffound it on~ this swete thing,
Kepe it, yf thou may:                              
It is good in euery {f}ight,
Yf god yeve grace, that he be knyght,
Be nyght {and} be day.aEuro(TM)
Let we now this children~ dweAEsAEs,
And speke we more of DesoneAEsAEs:
Her song was welaway.                       f. 109a.
God, that died vppon~ the Rode,
Yff grace, that she mete w{i}t{h} good!
Thus dispar{p}lid are thay.
wanders among wild beasts,]
This lady walkyd aAEsAEs alone                           
Amonge wyld bestis meny one,
Ne wanted she no Woo;
Anon~ the day be-gan to spryng,
And the ffoules gan to syng,
With blis on euery bowEe . . . . . . .
and bewails her lost children. Desonell flees from some hunters]
aEuro~Byrdus and bestis, aye woo ye be!
Alone ye haue lefte me,
My children~ ye {have} slo{ne}.aEuro(TM)
As she walkid than~ a-lone,
She sye lordis on~ huntyng gone,                     
Nere hem~ she yede fuAEsAEs sone.
This carfuAEsAEs lady cried faste,
Than she herd this hornes blaste
By the yatis gone,
But {ran} in to a wildernes,
Amongist beests that wyld w{e}s,
For drede, she shold be slone.
into the land of Nazareth.]
TiAEsAEs it were vnder of the Day,
She went {fro} that wilsom~ way,
In to a lond playn~.                               
The kyng of NaEareth huntid there,
Among the hert{es}, that gentiAEsAEs were;
There of she was fuAEsAEs ffayn~ . . . . . . . . .
She sees the King,]
They had ferly, kyng and knyght,
Whens she come, that lady bryght,
Dwelli{n}g here a-lone.
She said to a squier, that there stode:
aEuro~Who is lord of most jentiAEsAEs blood?aEuro(TM)
And he answerid her anon~:              f. 109b.
aEuro~This ys the lond of NaEareth,                       
Se, where the kyng gethe,
Of speche he is ffuAEsAEs bone;
AAEsAEs in gold couerid is he.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Gramercy, s{ir},aEuro(TM) said she,
And nere hym~ gan~ she gone.
Lordys anon ageyn~ her yode,
For she was com~ of gentiAEsAEs blood,
In her lond had they bene:
aEuro~God loke the, lady ffree,
What makist thou in this contre?aEuro(TM)                    
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) she said, aEuro~I wene,
Seynt Katryn~ I shold haue sought,
Wekyd weders me heder hath brought
In to this fforest grene,
And aAEsAEs is dede, I vnderstond,
Saue my selfe, that com~ to lond
With wyld beestis and kene.aEuro(TM)
She is taken to Nazareth, and welcomd by the Queen,]
aEuro~Welcom,aEuro(TM) he said,aEuro(TM) DesoneAEsAEs,
By a tokyn~ I shaAEsAEs the teAEsAEs:
Onys a stede I the sent.                           
Lady gent, ffeyre and ffree,
To the shold I haue wedid be,
My love was on~ the lent.aEuro(TM)
Knyghtis and squiers, that there were,
They horsid the lady there,
And to the Cite they went.
The quene was curtes of that lond
And toke the lady be the hond
And said: aEuro~Welcom, my lady gent!
with whom she stays.]
aEuro~Lady, thou art welcom~ here,                        
As it aAEsAEs thyn~ own~ were,                    f. 110a.
AAEsAEs this ffeyre contree!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Of one poynt was my care,
And my two children~ crystonyd ware,
That in wood were reft ffro me.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Welcom art thou, DesoneAEsAEs,
In my chamber for to dweAEsAEs,
Inough there in shaAEsAEs ye see!aEuro(TM)
Leve we now that lady gent,
And speke we of s{ir} Torrent,                       
That was gentiAEsAEs and ffre.
The kyng of Norway is fuAEsAEs woo,
That s{ir} Torent wold wend hym ffro,
That doughty was and bold:
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~abyde here
And wed my dought{er}, that is me dere!aEuro(TM)
He said, in no wise he wold.
He shipped oute of the kyng{es} sale
At another hold.                                   
Whan~ he herd teAEsAEs of DesoneAEsAEs,
Swith on sownyng there he feAEsAEs
To the ground so cold.
The fals kyng of Portingale,
Sparid the yatis of his sale
For Torent the ffree;
He said: aEuro~Be Mary clere,
Thou shalt no wyfe haue here,
Go sech her in~ the see!
With her she toke whelpis two,                       
To lerne to row wold she go.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~By god, thou liest,aEuro(TM) quod he,
aEuro~Kyng Colomand, here my hond!
And I be knyght levand,                   f. 110b.
I-quytt shaAEsAEs it be!aEuro(TM)
Torrent gathers an army. TorrentaEuro(TM)s knights]
Torent wold no lenger byde,
But sent letters on euery side
With fforce theder to hye.
Theder com oute of Aragon~
Noble knyght{es} of gret renown~                     
With grett chevalrye.
Of P{er}vyns and Ca{l}aber also
Were doughty knyght{es} meny moo,
They come aAEsAEs to that crye.
Kyng Calomond had no knyght,
That with s{ir} Torent wold fyght,
Of aAEsAEs that satt hym~ bye.
There wold none the yatis deffend,
But lett s{ir} Torent in wend
With his men~ euerychone.                          
Swith a counseAEsAEs yede they to,
{To} what deth they wold hym do,
For he his lady had slone.
aEuro~Lordis,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~he is a kyng,
Men may hym~ nether hede ne h{i}ng.aEuro(TM)
Thus said they euerychone.
They ordenyd a shipp aAEsAEs of tree
And sett hym~ oute in~ to the see,
Among the wawes to gone.
in a boat full of holes.]
Gret lordis of that lond                             
Assentid to that com{n}and,
That hold shold it be.
In the havyn~ of Portyngale,
There stode shippes of hede vale
Of Irun and of tree.                        f. 111a.
A bote of tre they brought hym be-fforn~,
FuAEsAEs of holis it was born~,
HowseAEsAEs and shryfte {wold} he.
Sir Torent said: aEuro~Be seynt Iohn~,
Seth thou gaue my lady none,                         
No more men~ shaAEsAEs do the!aEuro(TM)
The false king Calamond is drownd, and Torrent is made King of
The shipp-men~ brought s{ir} Colomond
And sent hym fforth within~ a stound
As ffar as it were.
Wott ye weAEsAEs and vnderstond,
He come never ayen to lond,
Such stormes ffound he there.
Gret lordys of renown~
Be-toke s{ir} Torent the crown~
To reioyse it there.                               
Loo, lordys of euery lond:
Falshode wyAEsAEs haue a foule end,
And wyAEsAEs haue euermore.
but he gives the land up to the Queen, and resolves to go to the
Sir Torent dwellid thare
Fourty days in moche care,
Season~ for to hold;
Sith he takith two knyght{es},
To kepe his lond and his right{es},
That doughty were and bold.
To worth as ye wold.aEuro(TM)
He purveyd hym~ anon~,
To wend ouer the see fome,
There god was bought and sold.
And ye now wiAEsAEs liston~ a stound,
How he toke armes of kyng Calomond,           f. 111b.
Listonyth, what he bare.
O{n} asure, as ye may see,
With sylu{er} shippes thre,                          
Who so had be thare.
For DesoneAEsAEs is love so bryght,
His londis he takyth to a knyght,
And sith he is {boun} to fare.
aEuro~Portyngale, haue good day
For Sevyn~ yere, p{ar}maffay,
P{ar} aventure som~ dele m{a}re!aEuro(TM)
He besieges the City of Quarell for 2 years, and then takes it.]
Sir Torent passid the Grekys flood
In to a lond both riche and good,
FuAEsAEs evyn~ he toke the way                         
To the {cite} of QuareAEsAEs,
As the boke of Rome doth teAEsAEs,
There a soudan~ lay.
There he smote and set adown~
And yaue asaute in to the town,
That w{i}AEsAEs the storye say.
So weAEsAEs they vetelid were,
That he lay there two yere,
Sith in~ the town~ went they.
He has its inhabitants kild, and shares its booty among his men.]
And tho s{ir} Torent ffound on~ lyve,                
He comaundid with spere and knyffe
Smertely dede to be;
He said: aEuro~We haue be here
Moche of this two yere
And onward on~ the thr{e}.aEuro(TM)
AAEsAEs the good, that s{ir} Torent wan~,
He p{ar}tid it among his m{a}n~,
Syluer, gold and ffee;
And sith he is boun to ride               f. 112a.
To a Cite there be-syde,                             
That was worth such thre.
There he stode and smote adown~
And leyd sege to the town~,
Six yere there he lay.
By the VI yere were aAEsAEs done,
With honger they were aAEsAEs slone,
That in the Cite lay.
{The} Soudan sent to s{ir} Torent than~,
With honger that thes people be slan,
AAEsAEs the folke of this Cite;                        
aEuro~Yf ye thinke here to lye,
Ye shaAEsAEs haue wyne and spycery,
I-nough is in this contre.aEuro(TM)
Torrent kills the Sultan,]
Now god do his soule mede!
On the soudan~ he had a dede
Vppon~ euery good ffryday.
I{es}u sent hym strengith I-nough~,
With dynt of sword he hym slough~,
There went none quyk away.
Down knelid that knyght                              
And thankid god with aAEsAEs his myEt~:
So ought he weAEsAEs to say.
The Cite, that s{ir} Torent was yn~,
Worldely goodis he left ther yn~,
To kepe it nyght and day.
goes to Antioch, and fights every good Friday.]
Sith he buskyd hym~ to ride
In to a lond there be-syde,                   f. 112b.
Antioche it hight.
Sevyn~ yere at the Cite he lay
And had bateAEsAEs euery good ffryday,                   
Vppon~ the SarEins bryght;
And be the VII yere were gone,
The child, that the liberd had tane,
Found hym his fiAEsAEs off ffyght . . . . . .
The King of Jerusalem sends 50,000 knights,]
The kyng of Ierusalem~ herd teAEsAEs
Of this lord good and feAEsAEs,
How doughtyly he hym bare.
Vppon~ his knyght{es} can he caAEsAEs,
aEuro~Ordeyn~ swith among you aAEsAEs,
For no thing that ye spare!aEuro(TM)                       
They buskyd hem oute of the land,
The nombre off ffyfty thousa{n}d,
Ageyn Torent ffor to ffare . . . .
and his adopted son Leobertus (TorrentaEuro(TM)s second boy)]
The kyng of Ierusalem said thus:
aEuro~My dere son, Liobertus,
That thou be bold and wight!
Thou shalt be here and defend the lond
From that fals trayto{r}s hond
And take the ordre of a knyght.aEuro(TM)
He yaue hym armes, or he did passe:                  
Right as he ffound was,
O{n} gold he bare bryght
A liberd of asure bla
A child be-twene his armes twa:
Woo was her, that {se} it {my}ght!
against Torrent. TorrentaEuro(TM)s son Leobertus captures him.]
Sir Torent wold no lenger abyde,
But thederward gan~ he ride;
And to the feld were brought
Two knyght{es}, that were there in stede;  f. 113a.
Many a man did they to blede,                        
Such woundis they wrought.
There durst no man com~ Torent nere,
But his son, as ye may here,
Though he knew hym nought.
AAEsAEs to nought he bet his shild,
But he toke his fader in the feld,
Though he there of eviAEsAEs thought.
Torrent is taken to Jerusalem]
Whan~ s{ir} Torent was takyn~ than~,
His men fled than~, euery man~,
They durst no lenger abyde.                        
Gret ruth it was to be hold,
How his sword he did vp-hold
To his son~ that tyde.
To Ierusalem~ he did hym~ lede,
His actone and his other wede,
AAEsAEs be the kyngis side;
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~haue no care,
Thou shalte lyve and welfare,
But lower ys thy pryde!aEuro(TM)
Fro that s{ir} Torent was h{o}m brought,             
Doughty men~ vppon~ hym~ sought,
And in preson~ they hym~ thro{ng}e.
His son above his hede lay,
To kepe hym~ both nyEt and day,
He wist weAEsAEs, that he was strong.
Thus in p{re}son as he was,
Sore he siEed and said alas,
He couth none other songe.
Thus in bondys they held hym thare        f. 113b.
A twelfmonyth and som dele mare,                     
The knyght thought ffuAEsAEs long.
Torrent appeals to God who once enabled him to kill Dragons and
In a mornyng as he lay,
To hym selfe gan~ he say:
aEuro~Why lye I thus alone?
God, hast thou forsakyn~ me?
AAEsAEs my truste was in the,
In lond where I haue gone!
Thou gave me myEt ffor to slee
Dragons two other thre
And giauntes meny one,                             
And now a man~ in wekid lond
Hath myn~ armo{ur} and stede in~ hond:
I wold, my liffe were done!aEuro(TM)
His son Leobertus hears him, and promises to get him freed.]
His son herd hym~ say soo
And in his hert was fuAEsAEs woo,
In chamber there he lay;
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~I haue thy wede,
There shaAEsAEs no man reioyse thy stede,
Yf so be, that I may.
By oure lady seynt Mary,                             
Here shalt thou no lenger lye,
Nether be nyEt~ ne be day;
As I am~ Curtesse and hend,
To the kyng I shaAEsAEs wend,
And ffor thy love {hym} pray!aEuro(TM)
Leobertus asks the King of Jerusalem for Torrent. The King of
Jerusalem grants Torrent to his elder son,]
On~ the morow whan~ he Rose,
The prynce to the kyng gose
And knelid vppon~ his knee;
Ye wold graunt hym~ me!
I hard hym say be hym~ alone,
Many Geaunt{es} had he slone
And dragons II or thre.aEuro(TM)
The kyng said: aEuro~Be my ffay,
Be warr~, he scape not away;
I vouch hym saue on the!aEuro(TM)
who frees him from prison, thoaEuro(TM) still fettering him.]
The prynce in to the p{re}son went,
Torent by the hond he hent
Oute of his bondys cold;                           
To the casteAEsAEs he brought hym sone
And light ffettouris did hym~ vppon~,
For brekyng oute off hold.
The kyng said: aEuro~Be my ffaye,
And he euer scape away,
FuAEsAEs dere he shaAEsAEs be sold!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~p{ar}maffay,
We wyAEsAEs hym~ kepe, and we may:
There of be ye bold!aEuro(TM)
For he was curtes knyght & free,                     
At the mete sett was he
By the kyng at the deyse.
aEuro~Sir, thou haste i-bene
At Iustis and at tornement{es} kene,
Both in warr~ and in peas:
Sith thy dwelling shaAEsAEs be here,
{I pray}, that thou woldist my son~ lere,
Hys Tymber ffor to asay.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) he said, aEuro~I vnderstond,
Affter the maner off my lond             f. 114b.    
I shaAEsAEs, with outen {delay}.aEuro(TM)
The casteAEsAEs court was large w{i}t{h} in~,
They made ryngis ffor to Ren~,
None but they alone.
Euery of hem to oA3/4{ur}e R{a}de:
Feyrer Tur{na}ment{es} than they made,
Men sye never none.
The prynce in armes was fuAEsAEs preste,
Thre shaftys on~ his fader he breste,
In shevers they gan gone.                          
Sir Torent said: aEuro~So mvt I thee,
A man of armes shaAEsAEs thou be,
Stalworth of blood and bone!aEuro(TM)
The jousts last 6 weeks. A Feast is held.]
Harroldys of armes cryed on~ hight,
The prynce and that other knyght
No more juste shaAEsAEs thay;
But lordys of other lond,
Euery one to other ffond,
And sith went theyre way.
Sixe wekys he dwellid there,                         
TiAEsAEs that aAEsAEs delyu{er}d were,
That in the Cite {lay}.
Tho they held a gestonye,
With aAEsAEs man{er} of mynstralsye,
TyAEsAEs the Sevynth day.
Torrent is declared victor. The King of Jerusalem promises to
support Torrent.]
Lordis with aAEsAEs other thing
Toke leve at the kyng,
Home theyre ways to passe.
That tyme they yaue Torent the floure
And the gre with moch honowre,           f. 115a.    
As he weAEsAEs worthy was.
The kyng said: aEuro~I shaAEsAEs the yeve
Liffe and lyvelode, whiAEsAEs I lyve,
Thyn armo{ur}, as it was.aEuro(TM)
Whan he sye ffeyre ladyes wend,
He thought on her, that was so hend,
And sighed and said: aEuro~Alas!aEuro(TM)
The kyng of NaEareth home went,
There that his lady lent,
In his own~ lede.                                  
aEuro~Sir,aEuro(TM) she said, aEuro~ffor godd{us} pite,
What gentilman~ wan~ the gre?aEuro(TM)
He said, aEuro~So god me spede,
One of the ffeyrest knyghtis,
That slepith on~ som{er} nyght{es}
Or walkyd in wede;
He is so large of lym~ and lith,
AAEsAEs the world he hath justid with,
That come to that dede.aEuro(TM)
tells Desonell that the Victor (Torrent) has an armd Giant as his
What armes that {h}e bare!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~DamyseAEsAEs, also muste I the,
Syluer and asure beryth he,
That wott I weAEsAEs thare.
His Creste is a noble lond,
A Gyaunt with an~ hoke in~ hond,
This wott I weAEsAEs, he bare.
He is so stiff at euery stoure,
He is prynce and victoure,                           
He wynneth the gree aye where.              f. 115b.
Of Portyngale a knyght he ys,
He wanne the town~ of Raynes
And the Cite of Quarell{e};
At the last jurney that was sett,
The prynce, my broders son~ {he mett},
And in his hond he ffeAEsAEs.
The prynce of Grece leth nere
There may no juster be his pere,
For soth as I you teAEsAEs:                            
A dede of armes I shaAEsAEs do crye
And send after hym~ in hye.aEuro(TM)
Blith was DesoneAEsAEs.
The King of Jerusalem sends Torrent and his elder son Leobertus
toA it. The King of Greece brings the younger son, Antony
This dede was cried ffar and nere,
The kyng of Ierusalem did it here,
In what lond that it shold be.
He said: aEuro~Sone, anon right
Dight the and thy cryston~ knyght,
For sothe, theder wiAEsAEs we.aEuro(TM)
Gret lordys, that herith this crye,                  
Theder come richely,
Everyman~ in his degre.
The kyng of Grece did {make hym boun},
With hym~ come Antony ffyE greffon~,
With moche solempnite . . . . . . .
The Jousting is for a lady.]
aEuro~The kyng of NaEareth sent me,
That there shold a justynge be
Of meny a cryston~ knyght,
And aAEsAEs is ffor a lady clere,
That the justyng is cryed ffar and nere,   f. 116a.  
Of men~ of armes bryght.aEuro(TM)
Gret joye it was to here teAEsAEs,
How thes kyng{es} w{i}t{h} the knyghtis feAEsAEs
Come and semled to that ffyght.
Many folk come to the jousts. They sup and sleep,]
There come meny another m{o}n~,
That thought there to haue to done,
And than~ to wend her way.
Whan~ they come to the casteAEsAEs gent,
A RoaAEsAEs ffyght, verament,
There was, the sothe to say.                       
Trompes resyn~ on the waAEsAEs,
Lordys assembled in the haAEsAEs,
And sith to souper yede thay.
They were recevid w{i}t{h} rialte,
Euery man~ in his degre,
And to her logyng went her way.
rise, hear Mass, and dine, then mount,]
The lordys Rosyn aAEsAEs be-dene
On the morow, as I wene,
And went masse ffor to here.
And ffurthermore w{i}t{h}-oute lent                  
They wesh and to mete went,
For to the ffeld they wold there.
After mete anon~ right
They axid hors and armes bryght,
To hors-bak went thay in ffere.
Knyghtis and lordys reuelid aAEsAEs,
And ladyes lay ou{er} the casteAEsAEs waAEsAEs,
That semely to se were.
Than~ eueryman toke spere in~ hond,
And euerych to other ffond,                          
Smert boffett{es} there they yeld.          f. 116b.
The prynce of Ierusalem~ and his brother,
Eueriche of hem~ Ran to other~
Smertely in the feld . . . . . . . .
Though~ Antony ffygryffon~ yonger were,
His brother Leobert{us} he can down~ bere;
Sir Torent stode and be-held.
aEuro~Be my trouth,aEuro(TM) said Torent thanne,
aEuro~As I am~ a cryston~ man
I-quytt shaAEsAEs it be.aEuro(TM)                              
Torent be-strode a stede strong
And hent a tymber gret and long,
And to hym~ rode he.
Torrent rides down his younger son. He and his sons are the best
jousters.]
Torrent to hym rode so sore,
That he to the ground hym~ bare,
And let hym~ lye in~ the {bent}.
There was no man~ hyEe ne lowe,
That myght make Torent to bowe
Ne his bak to bend.
They justyd and turneyd there,                       
And eueryman~ ffound his pere,
There was caught no dethis d{e}nt.
Of aAEsAEs the Justis, that there ware,
Torent the floure a way bare
And his sonnys, {verament}.
_Torrent so sore to hym rode,
That he bare hym to the ground_A MS.
Desonell greets Torrent, and swoons.]
And on~ the morow, whan~ it was day,
Amonge aAEsAEs the lordys gay,
That worthy were, {par de},
DesoneAEsAEs wold no lenger lend,
But to s{ir} Torent gan~ she wend                    
And knelid on her kne.
She said: aEuro~Welcom~, my lord s{ir} Torent!aEuro(TM)
Vp they cou{er}yd that lady hend,
And to mete did they wend
With joye and solempnite.
Dame DesoneAEsAEs be-sought the kyng.
That she myght, with oute lesyng,
Sytt with Torent alone.                            
aEuro~Yes, lady, be hevyn~ kyng,
There shaAEsAEs be no lettyng;
Worthy is he, be seynt Iohn~!aEuro(TM)
Tho they washid and went to mete,
And rially they were sett
And s{er}uid worthely, {echone}.
Euery lord in~ the haAEsAEs,
As his state wold be-ffaAEsAEs,
Were couplid with ladyes {schone}.
But of aAEsAEs ladyes, that were there sene,             
So ffeire myght there none bene
As was dame DesoneAEsAEs. . . . . . . .
Thes two kyngis, that doughty ys,
To the Cite come, i-wys,
With moche meyne {emell}.
King of NazarethaEuro(TM)s Castle. Desonell sits by Torrent.]
To the casteAEsAEs they toke the way,
There the kyng of NaEareth lay,
With hym~ to speke on high~.
At none the quene ete in~ the haAEsAEs,
Amongist the ladyes ou{er} aAEsAEs,                      
That couth moche curtesye.
DesoneAEsAEs wold not lett,
By s{ir} Torent she her sett,
There of they had {envye} . . . . . .
Whan~ eyther of hem other be-held,
Off care no thyng they ffeld,                 f. 117b.
Bothe her hert{es} were blithe.
Gret lordys told she sone,
What poyntes he had for her done,
They be-gan to be blithe;                          
And how her {fader} in the see did her do,
With her she had men~ childre two;
They waried hym~ feAEsAEs sithe.
aEuro~Sir kyng, in this wildernes,
My two children~ fro me revid w{e}s,
I may no lenger hem~ hide.
and how one was carried off by a Griffin, and the other by a
Leopard. Leobertus and Antony are these boys.]
aEuro~The knyght yaue me ryng{es} two,
Euerich of hem~ had one of thoo,
Better saw I never none.
A Gryffon~ bare the one away,                        
A liberd the other, p{ar}maffay,
Down~ by a Roche of stone.aEuro(TM)
Than~ said the kyng of Ierusalem~:
aEuro~I ffound one by a water streme,
He levith w{i}t{h} blood & bone.aEuro(TM)
The kyng of Grece said: aEuro~My brother,
Antony my son~ brought me anoA3/4{ur}e.aEuro(TM)
She saith: aEuro~Soth, be seynt Iohn~?aEuro(TM)
The kyng said: aEuro~Sith it is so,
Kys ye youre fader bo,                               
And axe hym~ his blessyng!aEuro(TM)
Down~ they knelid on~ her knee:
aEuro~Thy blessing, ffader, for charite!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Welcom~, children~ y{i}ng!aEuro(TM)
Thus in armes he hem~ hent,
A blither man~ than~ s{ir} Torent
Was there none levyng;                      f. 118a.
It was no wonder, thouEe it so were;
He had his wiffe and his children~ there,
His joye be-gan~ to spryng.                        
Of aAEsAEs the justis, that were thare,
A way the gre his sonnys bare,
That doughty were in dede.
Torent knelid vppon~ his knee
And said: aEuro~God yeld you, lordys ffree,
Thes children~ that ye haue ffed:
Euer we wiAEsAEs be at youre wiAEsAEs,
What jurney ye wiAEsAEs put vs tyAEsAEs,
So I{es}u be oure spede,
With that the kyng thre                              
In to my lond wiAEsAEs wend w{i}t{h} me,
For to wreke oure stede.aEuro(TM)
All agree to go. Their ships arrive at Portugal.]
They graunted that there was,
Gret lordys more and lesse,
Bothe knyght and squiere;
And with DesoneAEsAEs went
Al the ladyes, that were gent,
That of valew were.
Shippis had they stiff and strong,
Maistis gret and sayles long,                        
Hend, as ye may here,
And markyd in to Portingale,
Whan~ they had pullid vp her sayAEsAEs,
With a wynd so clere.
The riche quene of that lond
In her casteAEsAEs toure gan stond
And be-held in~-to the see.
aEuro~Sone,aEuro(TM) she said to a knyght,
aEuro~Yonder of shippis I haue a sight,        f. 118b.
For sothe, a grett meyne.aEuro(TM)                         
The quene said: aEuro~Verament,
I se the armes of s{ir} Torent,
I wott weAEsAEs, it is he.aEuro(TM)
He answerid and said tho:
aEuro~Madam, I wiAEsAEs, that it be so,
God gefe grace, that it so be!aEuro(TM)
welcomes Torrent and his friends, and swoons when she sees her
daughter Desonell.]
A blither lady myEt none be,
She went ageyn hym~ to the see
With armed knyght{es} kene.
Torent she toke by the hond:                         
aEuro~Lordys of vncouth lond,
Welcom muste ye bene!aEuro(TM)
Whan she sye DesoneAEsAEs,
Swith in~ sownyng she feAEsAEs
To the ground so {gr}ene.
Torent gan~ her vp ta:
aEuro~Here bene her children~ twa,
On lyve thou shalt hem see{ne}!aEuro(TM)
Torrent holds a great feast, and weds Desonell.]
In the CasteAEsAEs of Portyngale
A-Rose trumpes {of} hede vale,                       
To mete they went on~ hye.
He sent letters ffar and nere;
The lordys, that of valew were,
They come to that gestonye.
The Emp{er}oure of Rome,
To that gestonye he come,
A noble knyght on~ hyEe.
Whan~ aAEsAEs thes lordys com w{e}re,
Torrent weddid that lady clere,
A justyng did he crye.                             
So it ffeAEsAEs vppon a day,                      f. 119a.
The kyng of Ierusalem~ gan say:
aEuro~Sir, thy sonne I ffound
Lying in a libert{es} mouth,
And no good he ne couth,
Dede he was nere hond:
Wold thou, that he dwellid w{i}t{h} me,
TiAEsAEs that I dede be,
And sith reioyse my lond?aEuro(TM) . . . . . .
Be fore lordys of gret renown~,                      
Torent gaue hym~ his son~ . . . . . . . .
The kyng of Grece said: aEuro~S{ir} knyght,
I yeff thy son aAEsAEs my right
To the Grekys flood:
Wouch thou saue, he dweAEsAEs w{i}t{h} me?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Yea, Lord, so mut I thee,
God yeld you aAEsAEs this good!aEuro(TM)
For s{ir} Torent was stiff in stoure,
They chose hym ffor Emp{er}oure,
Beste of bone and blood.                           
Torrent gives his 2 Sons a Sword each. He lies in a fair Abbey.]
Gret lordys, that there were,
Fourty days dwellith there,
And sith they yode her way;
He yaue his sonnys, as ye may here,
Two swerdys, that were hym~ dere,
Ech of hem~ one had they.
Sith he did make vp-tyed
Chirchus and abbeys wyde,
For hym~ and his to praye.
In Rome this Romans berith the crown~                
Of aAEsAEs kerpyng of Renown~:
He leyth in a feire abbey.
May Christ grant us Heaven!]
Now I{es}u Cryst, that aAEsAEs hath wrought,
As he on the Rode vs bought,              f. 119b.
He geve hvs his blessing,
And as he died for you and me,
He graunt vs in blis to be,
{Lesse and mare, both old and ying!} Amen.
. . . . . chent be for to fle
. . . . . ly ivyll he gone
The kynge of Nazareth sent hym me,
Torent, I wot-saue hym on the,
For better loue I none!aEuro(TM)
The King treacherously asks Torrent to get Desonell a Falcon]
Afterwarde vpon a tyde,
As they walkyd by the ryvers syde,
The kynge and yonge Torent,
This lorde wolde fayne, that he dede were
And he wyst nat, on what manere,
Howe he myght hym shent.
A fals letter made the kynge
And made a messangere it brynge,
On the ryuer syde as they went,
To Torent, that was true as stele,
If he loued Dyssonell wele,
Gete hir a faucon gent.
Torent the letter began to rede,
The kynge came nere and lystened,
As thoughe he it neuer had sene.
The kynge sayde, aEuro~what may this be?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Lorde, it is sent to me
For a faucon shene;
from the Forest of Magdalen.]
I ne wote, so God me spede,
In what londe that they brede.aEuro(TM)
The kynge sayde, aEuro~as I herde sayne,
In the forest of Maudelayne
Torrent agrees to do it.]
Than sayde [the] kyn[g] vntrue,
aEuro~And ye fynde haw[k]es of great value,
Brynge me one with the!aEuro(TM)
Torent sayd: aEuro~so God me saue,
Yf it betyde, that I any haue,
At your wyll shall they be.aEuro(TM)
He rides]
To his squyer bade he thare,
After his armoure to fare,
In the felde abode he;
They armed hym in his wede,
He bestrode a noble stede
to the Forest of Magdalen, gets separated from his Squire,]
Torent toke the way agayne
Unto the forest of Maudelayne,
In a wylsome way;
Berys and apes there founde he
And wylde bestys great plente
And lyons, where they lay.
In a wode, that is tyght,
It drewe towarde the nyght.
By dymmynge of the day
Lysten, lordes, of them came wo,
He and his squyer departed in two,
Carefull men then were they.
At a shedynge of a rome
Eyther departed other frome,
As I vnderstande.
Torent taketh a dolefull way
Downe into a depe valay,
And the good squyres after h[ym],
That knyghtes sholde be.
As they were a-myddes theyr . . .
The kynge wolde not forgete,
To Torente than sayd he,
do a deed of arms for Desonell.]
He sayd: aEuro~so god me saue,
Fayne thou woldest my dough[ter haue],
Thou hast loued her many a d[aye].aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Ye, by my trouthe,aEuro(TM) sayd Torente,
aEuro~And I were a ryche man,
Ryght gladly by my faye.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~If thou durst for her sake
A poynte of armes vndertake,
Thou broke her vp for ay.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Yes,aEuro(TM) says Torrent.]
aEuro~Ye,aEuro(TM) sayde he, aEuro~or I go,
Sykernes thou make me so
Of thy doughter hende.
Ye and after all my ryghtes
By VII score of hardy knyghtesaEuro(TM)
Al they were Torentes frende.
aEuro~Now, good lordes, I you praye,
Bere wytnes of this day
Agayne yf god me sende!aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Then go to Calabria, and fight the Giant Slogus.aEuro(TM)]
Torente sayd, aEuro~so may I the,
Wyst I, where my jorney shold [be],
Thyder I wolde me dyghte.aEuro(TM)
The kyng gaue hym an answ[e]re,
aEuro~In the londe of Caleb[e]re
There wonneth a gyaunte wygh[hte]
Slogus he hyght as I the tolde,
God sende the that waye ryghte!aEuro(TM)
The king of Provyns warns him against the terrible Giant there,]
For why I wyll the saye,
Moche folke of that countre
Cometh heder for socoure to me,
Bothe by nyghte and by daye.
There is a gyaunte of grete renowne,
He destroyeth bothe cyte and towne
And all that he may.
As bokes of rome tell,
He was goten with the deuyll of hell,
As his moder slepynge lay.aEuro(TM)
The kynge sayde, aEuro~by Saynt Adryan,
I rede, a nother gentylman
Be there and haue the degre.
I haue a doughter, that me is dere,
Thou shalte wedde her to thy fere,
And yf it thy wyll be,
Two duchyes in honde
I wyll gyue her in londe.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Gramercy, syr,aEuro(TM) sayd he,
aEuro~With my tonge I haue so wrought,
To breke my day wyll I nought,
Nedes me behoueth there to be.aEuro(TM)
Torrent starts,]
aEuro~On Goddes name,aEuro(TM) the kynge gan sayne,
aEuro~Ie{s}u brynge the saffe agayne,
Lorde, moche of myght!aEuro(TM)
Mynstralsy was them amonge,
With harpe, fedyll and songe,
Delycyous notes on hygh[t]e.
Whan it was tyme, to bed they wente,
And on the morowe rose Torente
And toke leue of kynge and knyght
And toke a redy way.
By the se syde as it lay,
God sende hym gatys ryght!
reaches Calabria, and hears of the Giant.]
An hye waye hath he nome,
Into Calabre is he come
Within two dayes or thre.
So he met folke hym agayne,
Fast comynge with carte and wayne
aEuro~Dere God,aEuro(TM) sayd Torente now,
aEuro~Good folke, what eyleth you,
That ye thus fast fle?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~There lyeth a gyaunte here besyde,
For all this londe brode and wyde
No man on lyue leueth he.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Dere God,aEuro(TM) sayd Torente then,
aEuro~Wher euer be that fendes den?aEuro(TM)
They answered hym anone:
aEuro~In a castell in the see,
SlogusaEuro(TM) they sayd aEuro~hyght he,
Many a man he hath slone.
We wote full well, where he doth ly
Byfore the cyte of Hungry,aEuro(TM)
. . . . . . . . te longe and thre
. . . . . . ever so longe were
. . . . yd darste thou come nere
. . . . . nte nolengre a-byde
. . . . . nte wolde he ryde
. . . . one eye but one,
. . . nor by nyght.
. . . . lpe of god of heuen,
. . . . the cyte wore,
. . . . es eyen were oute
accurate reproduction, use a fixed-pitch font_]]
Desonell is delivered of 2 male children like Torrent. Her Father
Thus the lady dwelled there,
Tyll that she delyuered were
Of men chyldren two.
Of all poyntes were they gent,
Lyke were they to Sir Torent,
For his loue suffred they wo.
The kynge sayd, aEuro~so mote I the,
Thou shalt into the se
Without wordes mo.
Every kynges doughter fer and nere
At the they shall lere,
Agaynst right to do!aEuro(TM)
Great ruthe it was to se,
Whan they led that lady fre
Out of hir faders lande.
The quene, hir moder, was nere wode
For hir doughter, that gentyll fode,
Knyghtes stode wepynge.[F8]
Desonell is sent to sea.]
A clothe of sylke toke they tho,
And departed it bytwene the chyldren two,
Therin they were wonde.
Whan they had shypped that gentyll thynge,
Anone she fell in swownynge
At Peron on the sonde.
Whan that lady was downe fall,
On Iesu Cryste dyd she call.
To defende hir with his honde:
She prays to Christ for her children.]
aEuro~Rightfull God, ye me sende
Some good londe on to lende,
That my chyldren may crystened be[n].aEuro(TM)
She sayd, aEuro~ladyes fayre and gent,
Great well my lorde Sir Torent,
Yf euer ye hym se[n]!aEuro(TM)
The wynde arose on the myght,
Fro the londe it blewe that lady bryght
Into the se so grene.
Desonell and her twin babes reach land. She stills her crying
Wyndes and weders hathe hir dryuen,
That in a forest she is aryuen,
Where wylde bestys were.
The se was ebbe and went hem fro
And left hir and hir chyldren two
Hir one chylde began to wepe,
The lady awoke out of hir slepe
And sayde, aEuro~be styll, my dere,
Ihesu Cryste hathe sent vs lande,
Yf there be any Crysten man at hande,
We shall haue socoure here.aEuro(TM)
goes up a mountain, and sits down.]
The carefull lady then was blythe,
To the londe she went full swythe,
As fast as she myght.
Tyll the day began to sprynge,
Foules on trees merely gan synge
Delicyous notes on hyght.
To a hyll went that lady fre,
Where she was ware of a cyte
With toures fayre and bryght.
Therof I-wys she was fayne,
She set hir downe, as I herd sayne,
Hir chyldren for to dyght.
aEuro~The boke of Rome thus can telle,aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Yn Rome thys geste cronyculyd ys.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~He was fayr man and wicth.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Azat leuedi, nouEt to lain,
For soA3/4e ded is sche!
Who may be ogain?
As god wil, it schal be,
aEuro~Azat he ne dede al Engelond
Sone sayse intil his hond.aEuro(TM)
Hall writes to me on this word as follows: _fesomnyd_ is, IA am
aEuro~That was a maydyn as whyte as fome,aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Crystyabelle as whyte as fome,aEuro(TM)
where the _Percy Folio MS._ reads:
aEuro~Christabell that was as faire as sunn;aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Ant nomeliche to thy lemmon,
That ys wyttore then the fom.aEuro(TM)
_exagimentum_.
aEuro~If thou hyr haue, thou shalt hyr bye.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~A myle wyth in the Grekes see.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~spurred.aEuro(TM)
p. 7, l. 188. The same rhyme, which I have restored here, occurs
p. 9, l. 236. I was about to write, _Crystyn men thow they were_,
aEuro~Now sone of that salle wee see,
Whose browes schalle blakke.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~His browes to blake.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Your nece of Calabyre, that lady clere,
Ys bovnden wyth a fendes fere.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~He seith bi niEte and eke bi day,
That hy beth fendes ifere.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~And to [the] herte hym bare.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~This reeve sat vpon a ful good stot,
That was al {pomely gray}, and highte Scot.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Out of Deuelin toun
Aze folk wel fast ran,
In a water to droun,
aEuro~Madame, a seide, for loue myn,
Whar mai ich finde A3/4at wilde swin?aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Tyll vncovth contreys will I wende,
The maner wille I see.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Contenaunce for a A3/4rowe
He loste.aEuro(TM)
aEuro(TM)_He bare_ in azure[N1] a grype of golde,
Rychely beton on the molde.aEuro(TM)
continues the description begun before.
p. 41, l. 1143. I thought it necessary to insert _mete_, although
aEuro~Hedes and helmys ther was,
I telle Eow withowttene lese,
Many layde {one the gresse},
And many brode schelde.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Hys schon wer with gold ydyght
And {kopeth} as a knyght.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~When A3/4ai had sworn and ostage founde,
Colbrond stirt vp in A3/4at stounde,
To fiEt he was ful felle.
He was so michel and so vnrede,
That no hors miEt him lede,
In gest as y you telle.
So mani he hadde of armes gere,
VnneA3/4e a cart miEt hem bere,
Aze Inglisse for to quelle.aEuro(TM)
p. 46, l. 1307. This line ought probably to run thus:
aEuro(TM)_Sir Torent praid, as was his wonne._aEuro(TM)
p. 48, l. 1364. We ought probably to read _she_ instead of _he_.
aEuro~Bi holtes and bi hille.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~And out of the valey he hyd swith.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~To reste A3/4er horsys a lytull wyght,aEuro(TM)
and ZupitzaaEuro(TM)s note to l. 419.
aEuro~He wold haue a draught, aplight.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Begge he wex of bonne and blode.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Ryghtte bygge of bone and blode.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Say what thou wolt, I schal it never telle
To child no wyf, by him that harwed helle.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Now help, Thomas, for him that harewed helle.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~He sayd: Fro tyme he kepe tham con,
My landes I shall hym take.aEuro(TM)
p. 72, l. 2075. One might be inclined to write:
aEuro~That my two children vncrystonyd ware,aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Loo, lordys good and hende.aEuro(TM)
p. 76, l. 2174. This line involves a contradiction to l. 2158A f.
aEuro~And ankere gunne caste.aEuro(TM)
aEuro(TM)& eueri Eer on a dai certaine
Vpon A3/4emperur of Almaine
He ginneA3/4 gret bataile take,
Beues, al for A3/4ine sake.aEuro(TM)
p. 78, l. 2233 ff. Fifteen years have past since Torrent began to
p. 78, l. 2259 f. The meaning of these two lines is not quite
aEuro~For, certys, my lyf days are nere done.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Be god of heven, the king gan say.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~A mercy, syr, for Crystes pitte,aEuro(TM)
and KA¶lbingaEuro(TM)s note to this line.
aEuro~Eoeyt A3/4ou art the trewest knyght,
That euer slepyd in wynturs nyght.aEuro(TM)
aEuro(TM)_Euery man in there degre._aEuro(TM)
aEuro~Do hiezens under mA(R)ne man
Ir ingesinde wol getAcn
Sich teilen in dem palas,
Daz kein mA(R)n recke dAc was,
Ern sA|ze zwischen magedA(R)n.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~And heom markede forAe',
Touward Munt-giu heo ferden,aEuro(TM)
instead of which lines the later MSS. writes:
aEuro~Hii nome riht hire way
Touward Muntageu.aEuro(TM)
aEuro~In Rome this romance crouned es.aEuro(TM)
The Cambridge MS. reads instead:
aEuro~In Rome thys geste cronyculd ys.aEuro(TM)
Cf. SkeataEuro(TM)s Glossary to _Wars of Al._, s.v.
_pr. s. conj._ challenge.
_contenance_,* 3/75, _sb._ countenance, presence of mind.
_Brasille_, 1450, a forest on the Norwegian coast.
_Elyoner_, 347, daughter of the King of _Gales_.
_Flonthus_, 1005, _Slonges of Flonthus_, a giant.
_Gendres_, 1747, daughter of the King of Norway.
_Jakys_, 344, _Jakys of Berweyne_, a young prince.
_Mownpolyardnus_, 716, the name of a sword.
_Nycholas de Barr_, 1337, St. Nicholas de Bari; see the note.
_Perrown_, 412, aA town in Portugal.
*       *       *       *