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Y made within and withowt
With pretius stonys alle a bowte,
Of eche manir vertu thryi
The stonys hadde the maystry
To make frendes that evere were fone,
Such a crowne was never none,
To none erthelyche mon y wrogth
Syth God made the world of nogth.
Kyng Athelstune was glad and blythe,
And thankud the kynge of Ffraunce swythe,
Of gyfts nobul and ryche
In Crystiante was no hym leche.
In his tyme, I understonde,
Was Guy of Warwyk yn Inglonde,
And ffor Englond dede batayle
With a mygti gyande, without fayle;
His name was hote Colbrond
Gwy hym slough with his hond.
Seven yere kyng Athelston
Held this his kyngdome
In Inglond that ys so mury,
He dyedde and lythe at Malmesbury k.
After hym regned his brother Edmond
And was kyng of Ingelond,
And he ne regned here,
But unneth nine yere,
Sith hyt be falle at a feste
At Caunterbury' a cas unwrestm,
buried: and as strange that his translator To which monastery he gave the Rob. de Brunne should supply this de fragment of the holy cross given him by fect by mentioning a report that his body the king of France. Rob. Glouc. was lately found at Hexham in North
umberland. Chron. p. 32. King Athelston lovede much Mal
| Rob. of Gloucester says that this mesbury y wis, He zef of the holy cross som, that happened at Pucklechurch near Bristol.
p. 277. But Rob. de Brunne at Can
terbury, whither the king went to hold It is extraordinary that Peter Langtoft the feast of S. Austin. p. 33. should not know where Athelstan was a wicked mischance.
As the kyng at the mete sat
He behelde and under that
Of a theef that was desgyse
Amonge hys knyghtes god and wise;
The kyng was hesty and sterte uppe
And hent the thefe by the toppen
And cast hym doune on a ston:
The theefe brayde out a knyfe a non
And the kyng to the hert threste,
Or any of his knightes westeo:
The baronys sterte up anone,
And slough the theefe swythe sone,
But arst he wounded many one,
Thrugh the flesh and thrugh the bone:
To Glastenbury they bare the kynge,
And ther made his buryinge
After that Edmund was ded,
Reyned his brother Edred;
Edred reyned here
But unnethe thre
After hym reyned seynt Edgare,
A wyse kynge and a warre:
Thilke nyghte that he was bore,
Seynt Dunstan was glad ther fore;
Ffor herde that swete stevene
Of the angels of hevene:
In the songe thei songe bi ryme,
" Y blessed be that ylke tyme
That Edgare y bore y was,
Ffor in hys tyme schal be pas,
Ever more in hys kyngdome.”
The while he liveth and seynt Dunston,
perceived. Parest, first. hence the town of Pucklechurch became . At Gloucester, says Rob. de Brunne, part of the possessions of Glanstonbury p. 38. But Rob. of Gloucester says his abbey. p. 278. body was brought from Pucklechurch, This song is in Rob. Gl. Chron. and interred at Glastonbury: and that p. 281.
Ther was so meche grete foyson',
Of all good in every tonne;
All wyle that last his lyve,
Ne lored he never fyght ne stryve.
The knyghtes of Wales, all and some
Han to swery and othes holde,
And trewe to be as y told,
To bring trynge hym trewage yeare,
CCC. wolves eche zere;
And so they dyde trewliche
Three yere pleyneverlyche,
The ferthe yere myght they fynde non
So clene thay wer all a gon,
And the kyng hyt hem forgat
For he nolde hem greve,
Edgare was an holi man
That oure lorde, &c. Although we have taken our leave of Robert de Brunne, yet as the subject is remarkable, and affords a striking portraiture of antient manners, I am tempted to transcribe that chronicler's description of the presents received by king Athelstane from the king of France; especially as it contains some new circumstances, and supplies the defects of our fragment. It is from his version of Peter Langtoft's chronicle above mentioned.
At the feste of oure lady the Assumpcion,
Went the king fro London to Abindon.
Thider out of France, fro Charles kyng of fame,
Com the of Boloyn, Adulphus, was his name,
And the duke of Burgoyn Edmonde sonne Reynere.
The brouht kynge Althelston present withouten pere:
Fro Charles kyng sanz faile thei brouht a gonfaynoun
That saynt Morice in batayle before the legioun;
And scharp lance that thrilled Jhesu side;
And a suerd of golde, in the hilte did men hide
Tuo of tho nayles that war thorh Jhesu fete;
Tached w on the croys, the blode thei out lete;
And som of the thornes that don were on his heved,
And a fair pece that of the croys leved*,
That saynt Heleyn sonne at the batayle won
Of the soudan of Askalone his name was Madan.
Than blewe the trumpets full loud and full schille;
The kyng com in to the halle that hardy was of wille:
Than spak Reyner Edmunde sonne, for he was messengere,
“Athelstan, my lord the gretes, Charles that has no pere;
He sends the this present, and sais, he wille hym bynde
To the thorh y Ilde thi sistere, and tille alle thi kynde.”
Befor the messengers was the maiden brouht,
Of body so gentill was non in erthe wrouht;
No non so faire of face, of spech so lusty,
Scho granted befor tham all to Charles hir body:
And so did the kyng, and alle the baronage,
Mikelle was the richesse thei purveied in hir passage."
Another of these fragments, evidently of the same composition, seems to have been an introduction to the whole. It begins with the martyrdom of saint Alban, and passes on to the introduction of Wassail, and to the names and division of England.
And now he ys alle so hole y fonde,
As whan he was y leyde on grounde.
And gyf ge wille not trowa me,
Goth to Westmynstere, and ye mow se.
In that tyme Seynt Albon,
For Goddys love tholedo martirdome, tacked, fastened. * remained. Gest. Angl. ii. 6. The lance of Charley “thee through."
magne is to this day shewn among the 2 Chron. p. 29. 30. Afterwards fol- relics of St. Dennis's in France. Car. lows the combat of Guy with "a hogge pentier, Suppl. Gloss. Lat. Du-cang. (huge) geant, hight Colibrant.'
tom. ii. p. 994. edit. 1766. our fragment. p. 31. See Will. Malms. a believe.
And xl. yere with schame and schonde
Was drowend oute of Englond.
In that tyme wetethe welle,
Cam ferst Wassayle and drynkehayl
In to this lond, with owte wene",
Thurghe a mayde brygh8 and scheneh.
Sche was cleputi mayde Ynge.
For hur many dothe rede and synge
Lordyngys gentk and free.
This lond hath y hadde namys thre.
Ferest hit was cleput Albyon,
And syth' for Brut Bretayne a non,
And now Ynglond cleput hit ys,
Aftir mayde Ynge y wysse.
Thilke Ynge fro Saxone was come,
And with here many a moder sonne.
For gret hungure y understonde
Ynge went oute of hure londe.
And thorow leue of oure kyng
In this land sche hadde restyng.
As meche lande of the kyng sche badem,
As with a hole hyde me mygth" sprede.
The kyng graunt he bonne °
A strong castel sche made sone,
And whan the castel was al made,
The kyng to the mete sche badep.
The kyng graunted here a none.
He wyst not what thay wold done,
And sayde to ham. in this manere,
“ The kyng to morow schal ete here,
He and alle hys men,
Ever' one of us and one of them,
e confusion. o driven, drawn. 1 from, because of (afterwards. ]
o requested, desired. * men might. granted her request.
Pbid. i called gentle.