Ciw-restr

Lanval

Llinellau gan Geraint (Cyfanswm: 604)

 
(1, 1) 422 Welcome, fair cousin —
 
(1, 1) 425 No, Gawain,
(1, 1) 426 For I have other business in my hands,
(1, 1) 427 And grow too old for these slight practices.
 
(1, 1) 430 There are many here
(1, 1) 431 Who'll not deny him the occasion.
 
(1, 1) 434 Let him be satisfied;
(1, 1) 435 But I'll not stay thee, for the time at least.
(1, 1) 436 Ye choose your arms for this fair tournament,
(1, 1) 437 Wherein, no doubt, ye both will do great deeds.
(1, 1) 438 I will not hinder. {He turns away} Welcome, Meliard
(1, 1) 439 And Astamor. All's well with you, I hope!
 
(1, 1) 443 Until the Judgment. {To Owain} Let us sit and talk.
 
(1, 1) 445 Tell me the news. How goes it in the court?
 
(1, 1) 447 What of?
 
(1, 1) 450 Well, let them have their play at least.
 
(1, 1) 455 You take no part?
 
(1, 1) 461 And so I think. Within the year, Owain,
(1, 1) 462 This dalliance turns to raucous speech of strife.
 
(1, 1) 464 Aye, sooner than we think.
 
(1, 1) 467 Not come!
(1, 1) 468 Why, I know well. — No matter, let it pass —
(1, 1) 469 And tell me more.
 
(1, 1) 472 I like him not.
 
(1, 1) 477 He irks my soul, for I have known him long,
(1, 1) 478 And found his worth in no way equal to
(1, 1) 479 His pride and scorn.
 
(1, 1) 481 And there are others who should have the power
(1, 1) 482 To stay this braggart.
 
(1, 1) 484 Lanval, for one.
(1, 1) 485 Cador of Cornwall told me of his skill;
(1, 1) 486 And I have seen him deal as goodly strokes
(1, 1) 487 As man could wish for.
 
(1, 1) 490 Why, most easily.
(1, 1) 491 But how is it Sir Lanval has not yet
(1, 1) 492 Encountered him?
 
(1, 1) 495 Is he so backward?
 
(1, 1) 500 Why? Did not Cador,
(1, 1) 501 With whom he served, advance his claim and due?
 
(1, 1) 504 Perhaps
(1, 1) 505 He had no Queen to plead for kindnesses.
(1, 1) 506 I am amazed; but come, we'll alter it,
(1, 1) 507 For this foul usage fits my cause too well
(1, 1) 508 To let me miss it.
 
(1, 1) 513 Gawain!
 
(1, 1) 515 I have a word for you.
 
(1, 1) 525 A fair test, Gawain,
(1, 1) 526 And for one seeking honour much encouragement.
(1, 1) 527 Although inactive, I am glad I may
(1, 1) 528 Do something now to lend reality
(1, 1) 529 To the sped fashion of this mimic war.
(1, 1) 530 I'll make a match. They say, Sir Agravaine,
(1, 1) 531 That there is none who can withstand thy strength,
(1, 1) 532 Or sleight of sword, amongst the younger knights.
 
(1, 1) 536 I marked thy confidence,
(1, 1) 537 And such an air goes not with slender worth.
(1, 1) 538 Now 'tis a passion with me to maintain
(1, 1) 539 Fortunes unknown and beings indigent.
(1, 1) 540 I am so hungry for the birth of power
(1, 1) 541 That I must needs help all that's slight and young;
(1, 1) 542 Therefore I would, not doubting thy great strength,
(1, 1) 543 Make some slight wager that success doth fall
(1, 1) 544 In other hands.
 
(1, 1) 547 Come then, I choose a knight of little name.
(1, 1) 548 Hast thou a badge which he may challenge?
 
(1, 1) 551 Tis strange! Hast thou no love
(1, 1) 552 To be upholden?
 
(1, 1) 554 What shall we hazard? Stake our baronies,
(1, 1) 555 All tracts and fiefs which have been our reward,
(1, 1) 556 So shall the gainer be made rich indeed,
(1, 1) 557 The loser whetted to renewed attempts.
 
(1, 1) 561 They do sit you hard.
(1, 1) 562 I'll give you odds upon my friend's behalf,
(1, 1) 563 Trust all my fortunes to his skill. Thus I
(1, 1) 564 Stake all the lordship I have gained in war,
(1, 1) 565 The barren lands and castle-shadowed fields
(1, 1) 566 Against thine arms; thy horse and arms alone.
 
(1, 1) 569 Lanval!
 
(1, 1) 572 Why, then, fulfil it! Lanval is not here.
(1, 1) 573 But if he proves not thine attainments false,
(1, 1) 574 Then am I fool, and all mine estimates
(1, 1) 575 Are straight degraded.
 
(1, 1) 577 The match is mine, and I have staked my lands.
 
(1, 1) 579 Folly it may be.
(1, 1) 580 But I stake these clean honours of the field
(1, 1) 581 Against the favours of a gross intrigue.
(1, 1) 582 Shall I be patient while true merit's checked,
(1, 1) 583 And such a fashion strides unto success?
 
(1, 1) 585 I am no thrall,
(1, 1) 586 Or a dependent, but the Prince of Devon.
(1, 1) 587 This much I know, ye have used Lanval ill,
(1, 1) 588 And I have justice at my side to aid
(1, 1) 589 In his maintaining.
 
(1, 1) 591 And that he shall. Bernardo, hast thou seen
(1, 1) 592 Aught of Sir Lanval?
 
(1, 1) 594 Whither?
 
(1, 1) 596 He will return?
 
(1, 1) 604 Let that wager stand.
(1, 1) 605 Be not too hungry for my lands, good sir.
(1, 1) 606 I think this matter is more like to come
(1, 1) 607 To bitter ending than ye dream of now.
(1, 1) 608 I think I heard ye say Sir Lanval feared?
 
(1, 1) 610 Witness, ye knights, a charge of cowardice,
(1, 1) 611 A slur on honour, which must be redeemed
(1, 1) 612 In the closed field. Am I not right, Gawain?
 
(1, 1) 616 Lanval is gone. I follow him at once.
 
(1, 1) 619 By which path?
 
(1, 1) 622 I will follow him,
(1, 1) 623 And though I rake the whole wide earth about,
(1, 1) 624 I will not fail to bring him here again,
(1, 1) 625 When I return; then guard you, Agravaine.
 
(1, 2) 933 Tis a wild spot, fit for unholy deeds.
(1, 2) 934 Question him, Gyfert.
 
(1, 2) 941 He cannot then be far.
(1, 2) 942 A plague of this darkness. Bring the torches by.
 
(1, 2) 948 Unmarked?
 
(1, 2) 950 He may have wandered. Curse this night and gloom.
 
(1, 2) 952 What fit of madness made him choose this place
(1, 2) 953 To rest him in?
 
(1, 2) 956 Most like, the while he's in it!
(1, 2) 957 Where are his tracks?
 
(1, 2) 960 We'll try by day. {To man-at-arms.} Go, thou,
(1, 2) 961 And bid them bring the horses and our gear,
(1, 2) 962 The while we find some spot more fit to use
(1, 2) 963 For our encampment. Listen, fellow, now
(1, 2) 964 If we find not this knight alive and well
(1, 2) 965 Upon the morrow, 'twill go hard with thee.
 
(1, 2) 968 What tale is this?
 
(1, 2) 972 Well, well! You're likely to know more of hell
(1, 2) 973 Unless we find him!
 
(1, 2) 977 Enough.
(1, 2) 978 Less noise, fool. Gyfert! come, we'll on;
(1, 2) 979 Bring him away; the moon is overcast.
 
(2, 2) 1320 I sicken for the west, and the clean winds;
(2, 2) 1321 These forests cramp the soul with silences.
(2, 2) 1322 God, for an empty brown stone-studded space,
(2, 2) 1323 And the faint seas beyond. Gyfert!
 
(2, 2) 1325 We'll turn again. We cannot find him here,
(2, 2) 1326 And there are doings in the world to-day
(2, 2) 1327 Which claim attention.
 
(2, 2) 1329 No doubt. His bones, a cap of steel, some links
(2, 2) 1330 Of rusted mail, and rotting leather shreds,
(2, 2) 1331 Foul with decay. Well! if that is the end
(2, 2) 1332 Of my endeavour, I'll not waste my days
(2, 2) 1333 In finding it.
 
(2, 2) 1335 How else?
(2, 2) 1336 I am not glad to prove myself a fool,
(2, 2) 1337 A butt for fools of my own sort. Enough;
(2, 2) 1338 I'll never trust my judgment of a man
(2, 2) 1339 Before my sense again. Rouse up
(2, 2) 1340 These laggards.
 
(2, 2) 1343 He came near hanging: without cause, I think;
(2, 2) 1344 Give him my purse and our protection hence,
(2, 2) 1345 And if his absence has endangered him
(2, 2) 1346 With his liege lord, our warrant for his cause.
(2, 2) 1347 Rouse them.
 
(2, 2) 1354 No thanks
(2, 2) 1355 For such bare justice. I did never think
(2, 2) 1356 To much believe you, but your talk of ghosts
(2, 2) 1357 And bitter phantoms has persuaded me
(2, 2) 1358 Enough to leave the forest.
 
(2, 2) 1360 Why, a call!
(2, 2) 1361 Answer them, Beric, if they sound again.
 
(2, 2) 1363 Sound, man!
 
(2, 2) 1365 Stand fast, we know not who they are.
(2, 2) 1366 Loosen your blades.
 
(2, 2) 1370 Astamor, is it?
 
(2, 2) 1372 Then well met,
(2, 2) 1373 Sir Astamor.
 
(2, 2) 1376 War?
 
(2, 2) 1381 No, nor shall I find
(2, 2) 1382 Aught but the knowledge I was fool to seek.
 
(2, 2) 1384 It's pitiful. Three months of wasted search
(2, 2) 1385 Prowling in thickets, wandering in groves,
(2, 2) 1386 Hampered by fools, who blubber and protest
(2, 2) 1387 That phantoms, vampires, ghosts, and all the brood
(2, 2) 1388 Of silly spirits haunt this miry wood.
 
(2, 2) 1390 I am willing to,
(2, 2) 1391 Sobeit I get clear of this curst place,
(2, 2) 1392 All mud and thorn. I tell you, Astamor,
(2, 2) 1393 I dream of trees, long, endless, endless lines
(2, 2) 1394 Of bleached foul trunks, and hills so cloaked in leaves
(2, 2) 1395 They have no shape: but tell me, Astamor,
(2, 2) 1396 How came this war?
 
(2, 2) 1405 Is it so! How far
(2, 2) 1406 Have they pressed on?
 
(2, 2) 1409 Then we can waste no time.
(2, 2) 1410 Gyfert, our harness! Bid them saddle up
(2, 2) 1411 And tend our horses. We have far to ride.
(2, 2) 1412 My horse and arms!
 
(2, 2) 1417 That I cannot tell.
(2, 2) 1418 He has not taken ship, that much I know;
(2, 2) 1419 I found his cloak and campment: then the gods,
(2, 2) 1420 The fairies or the devils must have seized
(2, 2) 1421 Upon his body.
 
(2, 2) 1423 I swore I'd rax the whole wide earth for him.
(2, 2) 1424 Well! circumstance has made me break my pledge.
(2, 2) 1425 The state a man is born to sets about
(2, 2) 1426 His life like iron. He may wish and swear
(2, 2) 1427 His hours to service of his own desires;
(2, 2) 1428 But circumstance, position, and the rest
(2, 2) 1429 Of the vain follies of the world rise up
(2, 2) 1430 And sometime baulk him. I accept this war
(2, 2) 1431 As recreation, but I shall come back
(2, 2) 1432 To this pursuit.
 
(2, 2) 1436 The buckle's slack: — Well, I am not so sure
(2, 2) 1437 Of its unworth. I do not stake my lands
(2, 2) 1438 Without some faith: and I still hold myself
(2, 2) 1439 As shrewd a judge of men as any. Let it be!
(2, 2) 1440 God sparing me, I'll prove my estimates.
 
(2, 2) 1442 Meanwhile, I lose enough to whet my taste
(2, 2) 1443 For further effort. Are your horses near?
 
(2, 2) 1446 I thought of hanging them
(2, 2) 1447 For that suspicion. But they're innocent;
(2, 2) 1448 I'm sure of it.
 
(2, 2) 1450 Come!
(2, 2) 1451 We waste the hours. How far to Carduel?
 
(2, 2) 1454 To horse, then.
 
(2, 2) 1458 Yet another one?
(2, 2) 1459 You are prolific.
 
(2, 2) 1462 Were I not schooled to madness, I might be
(2, 2) 1463 Almost astonished. 'Tis the man himself.
(2, 2) 1464 Welcome, Sir Lanval.
 
(2, 2) 1470 I seek an errant knight,
(2, 2) 1471 One who stole forth from Carduel its court,
(2, 2) 1472 Who was too peevish or too proud to ask
(2, 2) 1473 Aid of his friends.
 
(2, 2) 1475 Aye,
(2, 2) 1476 I think we have. Sir Lanval, 'twas ill done
(2, 2) 1477 To slink from us in such a fashion.
 
(2, 2) 1479 Whom else? Think you we spend
(2, 2) 1480 Our days in this dank brake in search of churls
(2, 2) 1481 Or madmen who choose this as their retreat?
(2, 2) 1482 But I'll not blame thee, though I lose three months.
(2, 2) 1483 Suffice it all ends well.
 
(2, 2) 1486 Hast lost the count of time?
 
(2, 2) 1491 Then the adventure! Come, the whole of it;
(2, 2) 1492 We'll hear no less!
 
(2, 2) 1500 Wait.
 
(2, 2) 1512 Strange speech, indeed. Where have you gotten these
(2, 2) 1513 New arms? They shame Bernardo's fairest craft.
 
(2, 2) 1515 Aye, see this, Astamor.
(2, 2) 1516 Come, Lanval, tell us.
 
(2, 2) 1527 This is not gentle.
 
(2, 2) 1531 Then thou hast the right of it.
(2, 2) 1532 A knight may hold his peace if he so please,
(2, 2) 1533 And a word pledged is better worth than all
(2, 2) 1534 Our wondering. Keep silence if you will;
(2, 2) 1535 I'll not regret it. For myself one word —
(2, 2) 1536 I pledged myself to find you and return
(2, 2) 1537 To Carduel.
 
(2, 2) 1539 I admit
(2, 2) 1540 My purpose would look fairer if I said,
(2, 2) 1541 I sought you in pure friendship; but the case
(2, 2) 1542 Deals more with hate than love.
 
(2, 2) 1544 I swore myself to prove thy worthiness,
(2, 2) 1545 And staked sufficient value in thy power
(2, 2) 1546 To make me hot to see it shown.
 
(2, 2) 1549 I'm no flatterer,
(2, 2) 1550 But even honest with myself at times;
(2, 2) 1551 So the belief which I have held in you
(2, 2) 1552 I put at issue. {He hesitates.}
 
(2, 2) 1555 I so upheld your cause
(2, 2) 1556 That I have pledged you to the closèd field,
(2, 2) 1557 And our twin honours are at stake. I claim
(2, 2) 1558 This service of you.
 
(2, 2) 1563 I was too hot, perhaps,
(2, 2) 1564 Thou wilt forgive me that I staked thy life.
 
(2, 2) 1569 We shall speak
(2, 2) 1570 More of this later. Now to horse and war.
(2, 2) 1571 God, how I hate this forest and its peace!
(2, 2) 1572 I hate all peace and worship only change —
(2, 2) 1573 Save in man's mind. For we have been becalmed,
(2, 2) 1574 Lain stript and idle on the burnished sea
(2, 2) 1575 Of dull existence, but the winds are up;
(2, 2) 1576 Soon all our lives like labouring cogs shall dance
(2, 2) 1577 Through trough and ridge of fortune to our port,
(2, 2) 1578 With every rush of the torn restless waves
(2, 2) 1579 To sharpen us. Our horses, Gyfert.
 
(2, 2) 1605 Sound us a rally.
 
(2, 2) 1621 Lanval, come,
(2, 2) 1622 We've far to ride.
 
(3, 1) 1724 Bernardo is with him.
 
(3, 1) 1726 Well, let them wait for us
(3, 1) 1727 Who forced the quarrel.
 
(3, 1) 1733 I claimed your services:
(3, 1) 1734 He is my friend.
 
(3, 1) 1740 I know, Owain, I have done wrong in this,
(3, 1) 1741 But I was stung by some foul incidents
(3, 1) 1742 And, in my groping for an instrument,
(3, 1) 1743 My hand lit on him. I regret it now
(3, 1) 1744 For I have found he has a quality
(3, 1) 1745 Which shames my purpose. I like him too much
(3, 1) 1746 To turn his deeds to my advantages;
(3, 1) 1747 I'd give my hand to be well clear of this.
 
(3, 1) 1749 May be, and yet strong arm outweighs them both.
(3, 1) 1750 But here he comes.
 
(3, 1) 1752 Bernardo, hast thou armed
(3, 1) 1753 Him soundly?
 
(3, 1) 1762 That we do.
 
(3, 1) 2253 Said I not so, Owain?
(3, 1) 2254 I knew he had the power. Well fought, my friend;
(3, 1) 2255 Henceforth our fortunes shall go hand in hand.
(3, 1) 2256 Come, look not stern, for this should be the day
(3, 1) 2257 To crown thy service.
 
(3, 1) 2261 I knew.
 
(4, 1) 2891 Patience! Here's the world
(4, 1) 2892 Aflare with swords; and we are cramped and held
(4, 1) 2893 For ministration, when our spurring hosts
(4, 1) 2894 Should ride spear-levelled.
 
(4, 1) 2897 Have ended! Aye, but how?
(4, 1) 2898 Lanval's accused of a gross falsity,
(4, 1) 2899 An idle, paltry, and low-seeming crime.
(4, 1) 2900 But were he guilty (as I'll not believe),
(4, 1) 2901 His penalty would far outweigh the deed.
(4, 1) 2902 The standards of our justice should not be
(4, 1) 2903 Alike for peace and passion; but the vice
(4, 1) 2904 Of quiet should be worth in war.
 
(4, 1) 2906 The Queen,
(4, 1) 2907 I think more likely. God! what foolishness
(4, 1) 2908 To let the practice of the sexes twine
(4, 1) 2909 Within our usage.
 
(4, 1) 2911 Strange, dost thou find it? Here's a soul of strength,
(4, 1) 2912 As thou should'st know!
 
(4, 1) 2914 He may be
(4, 1) 2915 Condemned to death or degradation now.
(4, 1) 2916 For what offence? An insult to a queen!
(4, 1) 2917 What is an insult to a queen to me?
(4, 1) 2918 A hundred insults to a hundred queens? —
(4, 1) 2919 Is he the slighter if his tongue have slipped?
(4, 1) 2920 Is he less able in the talk of blades,
(4, 1) 2921 For such a faulting? But thou hast some cause
(4, 1) 2922 To much mislike him!
 
(4, 1) 2927 Five days ago he spared
(4, 1) 2928 Your life.
 
(4, 1) 2933 I shall show you means.
 
(4, 1) 2937 What mean you?
 
(4, 1) 2940 You think
(4, 1) 2941 That of him?
 
(4, 1) 2944 By God's will, he'll die
(4, 1) 2945 Before he knows it.
 
(4, 1) 2957 And now, Cador?
 
(4, 1) 2964 But he still maintains
(4, 1) 2965 His innocence upon the greater charge.
 
(4, 1) 2972 How can I do so?
(4, 1) 2973 I know her not.
 
(4, 1) 2976 I did ask of him;
(4, 1) 2977 He would not tell it; only he said to me
(4, 1) 2978 That never from her should his assistance come.
 
(4, 1) 2986 I think myself his innocence is plain.
(4, 1) 2987 But have him guilty, 'tis convenient,
(4, 1) 2988 And saves you labour. Cornwall, are you mad?
(4, 1) 2989 This man did you some service in the past,
(4, 1) 2990 And now to serve some fool's fantastic shift
(4, 1) 2991 Of loyalty, you'll smile his life away —
(4, 1) 2992 His who could aid you!
 
(4, 1) 3003 Will that be justice?
 
(4, 1) 3013 So said I, Cador.
(4, 1) 3014 We need no shackles of the common mind.
(4, 1) 3015 Our lists are open, let all run who can;
(4, 1) 3016 What matters guilt?
 
(4, 1) 3024 I see you mean him ill.
 
(4, 1) 3054 And how oft, Gawain,
(4, 1) 3055 Hast thou gone free when, had the law received
(4, 1) 3056 Some strict enforcement, thou hadst earned more pain
(4, 1) 3057 That Lanval has?
 
(4, 1) 3064 And more, Gawain.
(4, 1) 3065 How used you Pelleas?
 
(4, 1) 3156 Nothing as yet.
 
(4, 1) 3161 I have a stroke to play
(4, 1) 3162 Beyond their humour.
 
(4, 1) 3181 I say it shall not!
 
(4, 1) 3183 I am not with you. Let this sentence pass,
(4, 1) 3184 And while I live it shall not be fulfilled,
(4, 1) 3185 Not if the blades of Devon can forbid
(4, 1) 3186 Its execution.
 
(4, 1) 3189 Call it what you will!
(4, 1) 3190 There is a limit to all fealty.
(4, 1) 3191 I know no oath that I have ever sworn
(4, 1) 3192 Which bids me help injustice with my arms,
(4, 1) 3193 Or stand by quiet whilst ye brush aside
(4, 1) 3194 A man's existence for your several ends.
(4, 1) 3195 Must I endure it? Must I sacrifice
(4, 1) 3196 My friend to ease the workings of your craft?
(4, 1) 3197 Ye plead the motion of this war demands
(4, 1) 3198 Lanval's destruction; but I think ye need
(4, 1) 3199 The power and forces that I now command
(4, 1) 3200 No less than that. Choose ye! If Lanval dies,
(4, 1) 3201 No man of Devon shall lay hand to blade;
(4, 1) 3202 Assist, acknowledge, or play party with
(4, 1) 3203 Your purpose.
 
(4, 1) 3208 'Tis not my seeking.
 
(4, 1) 3213 I ask but justice.
 
(4, 1) 3234 Can they not still?
 
(4, 1) 3237 He might still atone,
(4, 1) 3238 And do you service.
 
(4, 1) 3243 Can he have no escape?
(4, 1) 3244 I do suppose that it seems foul in me
(4, 1) 3245 To have no passion for this state and realm.
(4, 1) 3246 Yet I have served it and done certain deeds
(4, 1) 3247 For its advancement. Aye, the four of us
(4, 1) 3248 Have knit the threads of Britain in a web,
(4, 1) 3249 To stay all onset. This we did as friends,
(4, 1) 3250 And now this friendship will not grant a life
(4, 1) 3251 For friendship's sake. And, sirs, he used you well.
(4, 1) 3252 I am not 'customed to plead thus with men,
(4, 1) 3253 Nor am I prone to waste my love on such
(4, 1) 3254 As need excuses. Discord's in the air,
(4, 1) 3255 Then drive me not to severance of our bonds.
 
(4, 1) 3285 My friend degraded! Better death than that;
(4, 1) 3286 I'm fouled with him.
 
(4, 1) 3291 Nay, I do not.
 
(4, 1) 3300 Is there no court in all the world but this?
(4, 1) 3301 While I am prince my home is open court
(4, 1) 3302 Unto Sir Lanval.
 
(4, 1) 3307 Were I to yield and idly acquiesce
(4, 1) 3308 In such gross judgment as these barons give,
(4, 1) 3309 Who trim their sails by breath of their desires
(4, 1) 3310 And let the import of their careless hearts
(4, 1) 3311 Go cloaked as justice, I were false indeed.
(4, 1) 3312 False to myself and falser still to thee;
(4, 1) 3313 But I'll be honest and confess my thoughts.
(4, 1) 3314 Shall I from fear of the disdain of these
(4, 1) 3315 Refuse a shelter to what soul I will?
 
(4, 1) 3319 But there is no need
(4, 1) 3320 To fear defection. None shall say Geraint,
(4, 1) 3321 The son of Erbin, failed in his account.
(4, 1) 3322 This much for me. Unto the King I owe
(4, 1) 3323 All body service. While my limbs and power
(4, 1) 3324 Of blade or lance rest with me they shall be
(4, 1) 3325 Thine instrument; and while this life is mine
(4, 1) 3326 God, king, or devil shall not tear from me
(4, 1) 3327 What I protect.
 
(4, 1) 3337 Go to Sir Lanval; I'm his surety,
(4, 1) 3338 And bring him to me. We shall lead the van.
 
(4, 1) 3351 I lead the van.
 
(4, 1) 3356 Sire, if I offend
(4, 1) 3357 Or wrong thy service, may the devil tear
(4, 1) 3358 My soul alive from its still quivering flesh,
(4, 1) 3359 And may — have done, the very oaths sound false!
(4, 1) 3360 I'm sick of speech! God's curse upon our talk,
(4, 1) 3361 And all the damnable dim sympathies
(4, 1) 3362 That cloud our passage. To the proof I go.
(4, 1) 3363 Let all I am stand to the test of war.
 
(4, 2) 3552 Back, Beric, tell thy captain that his posts
(4, 2) 3553 Must watch the ford; if 'saulted, hold their ground
(4, 2) 3554 As best they can, and bid him send to me
(4, 2) 3555 Report of any movement.
 
(4, 2) 3558 You sent a runner, Gyfert, to the south;
(4, 2) 3559 Has he returned?
 
(4, 2) 3561 We've swinged
(4, 2) 3562 The hornets' nest, and left them buzzing.
 
(4, 2) 3566 Too quiet, they'll be up anon
(4, 2) 3567 And we shall feel them. Oh, a thousand men!
(4, 2) 3568 Only a thousand of my moorland glaives,
(4, 2) 3569 And all the rest of Britain could stand off
(4, 2) 3570 And see me match them!
 
(4, 2) 3576 This is no place for long-beards. By the saints!
(4, 2) 3577 Bernardo! Lanval! Sure the fates have changed
(4, 2) 3578 Their ancient purpose: but how came ye here?
(4, 2) 3579 Why, Lanval, didst thou fly me? I had meant
(4, 2) 3580 As surety to bring thee to this war,
(4, 2) 3581 Where we might gather honour. Thou art come
(4, 2) 3582 Alone, unarmed!
 
(4, 2) 3589 I know the cause
(4, 2) 3590 Of this despair. Give me your hand. Think now
(4, 2) 3591 I hold dishonour? Has my grasp a lack
(4, 2) 3592 Of strength in it?
 
(4, 2) 3604 I need thy service.
 
(4, 2) 3607 I tell thee, Lanval, I'll not hear of this.
(4, 2) 3608 The swollen torrent of grim circumstance
(4, 2) 3609 Swept us together, and upon its flood
(4, 2) 3610 Have we come down. I know not why we met,
(4, 2) 3611 Nor do I care so greatly for the cause
(4, 2) 3612 Of our adherence. It is possible
(4, 2) 3613 To make a virtue of one's tendencies,
(4, 2) 3614 When by some chance an instinct follows straight
(4, 2) 3615 On kindly endings. I am not acting now
(4, 2) 3616 As chosen helper of true worth distressed,
(4, 2) 3617 But I do this because I'll not be baulked
(4, 2) 3618 Of what I please; and, to be frank, I think
(4, 2) 3619 My liking for thee is but selfishness.
(4, 2) 3620 Condemned or not, I hold my course the same.
(4, 2) 3621 Let us abide it.
 
(4, 2) 3632 I say thou shalt not. If need be, I stay
(4, 2) 3633 Thy passage hence, e'en by the force of arms.
(4, 2) 3634 Come, man! I thought there was more mettle here
(4, 2) 3635 Than such abasement shows. Art thou
(4, 2) 3636 So much a coward that the foolish fates
(4, 2) 3637 Have but to strike and thou art recreant?
(4, 2) 3638 Honour's no virgin to be easy soiled
(4, 2) 3639 By life's first contact. There is naught we lose
(4, 2) 3640 Which we may not hack out of time again,
(4, 2) 3641 If we but hold the courage to outface
(4, 2) 3642 Our bitter fortunes.
 
(4, 2) 3646 Thou hast cause for wrath,
(4, 2) 3647 But rage should not be wasted on oneself
(4, 2) 3648 While work's toward. Dishonour's drowned in blood,
(4, 2) 3649 And names grow taintless in the fire of war.
 
(4, 2) 3653 And I am no less.
(4, 2) 3654 Lanval, see this, my will has been the spur
(4, 2) 3655 Of all thine action. I have linked my life
(4, 2) 3656 To thine: and so have I accepted share
(4, 2) 3657 Of all thy burdens. In the ills thou hast,
(4, 2) 3658 I am a partner: if thou knowest shame,
(4, 2) 3659 I am not scatheless. Twice have I withstood
(4, 2) 3660 The carelessness and idle scorn of man
(4, 2) 3661 From faith in thee. Once, I did stake my lands
(4, 2) 3662 And my subsistence on thy hardiness.
(4, 2) 3663 I was not wrong: again I staked belief
(4, 2) 3664 And risked my honour and my upright name,
(4, 2) 3665 Which, believe me, I love as much as thou,
(4, 2) 3666 Upon the shadow of thy good repute.
(4, 2) 3667 Now our acquaintance is no longer new,
(4, 2) 3668 And time puts our relation to the proof.
(4, 2) 3669 Let us be honest. I have stood for thee,
(4, 2) 3670 Enacted treason, spurned old comradeship
(4, 2) 3671 To stand thy helper. Now it seems I lied,
(4, 2) 3672 And all I did for honour is become
(4, 2) 3673 A very falseness.
 
(4, 2) 3675 I was constrained
(4, 2) 3676 By some strange liking for another type,
(4, 2) 3677 A stamp of being distant from myself,
(4, 2) 3678 To spend my life, my power and influence
(4, 2) 3679 Upon a man in whom I snuffed the scent
(4, 2) 3680 Of a clean being. Now are we at holds.
 
(4, 2) 3682 All men speak ill of thee:
(4, 2) 3683 I count opinion lesser than the turn
(4, 2) 3684 Of any pennant. But I doubt all now.
(4, 2) 3685 I cannot think that this spiritless poor husk
(4, 2) 3686 Is the same man I chose from out the herd
(4, 2) 3687 Who strove for honour. Was I too deceived,
(4, 2) 3688 And do men rightly call thee but a dog,
(4, 2) 3689 A common trickster and a hypocrite?
 
(4, 2) 3691 Only from thy lips,
(4, 2) 3692 Yet these strange actions must incline me to it.
(4, 2) 3693 The thought's not sweet, but still be frank with me,
(4, 2) 3694 For I meet disillusion as all else,
(4, 2) 3695 Stoutly enough.
 
(4, 2) 3699 Now it is thine to loose
(4, 2) 3700 Or bind our friendship. I did never ask
(4, 2) 3701 A service of you but to turn its use
(4, 2) 3702 To your advancement. I have served your cause
(4, 2) 3703 In many fashions and not selfishly.
(4, 2) 3704 You squandered substance and I spent my years,
(4, 2) 3705 Now those you dowered have forgotten you,
(4, 2) 3706 And you, I fancy, have forgotten me.
(4, 2) 3707 Yet should you care to pay my years with hours,
(4, 2) 3708 And let me hold illusion to the end,
(4, 2) 3709 It will not grieve me. Lanval, stand by me,
(4, 2) 3710 Play man to my man! Be again to me
(4, 2) 3711 The friend I trusted.
 
(4, 2) 3713 That's not my answer.
 
(4, 2) 3721 And I will take it so.
(4, 2) 3722 Fate's herald holds the trumpet to his lips,
(4, 2) 3723 And we stand ready in the lists of life
(4, 2) 3724 To challenge fortune. But thou hast no arms!
(4, 2) 3725 Bernardo!
 
(4, 2) 3727 Have you equipment near?
 
(4, 2) 3729 Go thou and bring it here.
 
(4, 2) 3731 My course is laid, and not a storm of change
(4, 2) 3732 Shall turn me from it.
 
(4, 2) 3737 Could he hear no word
(4, 2) 3738 Of the King's forces?
 
(4, 2) 3740 The dawn is near!
(4, 2) 3741 Advise me, Lanval. I do need thy skill,
(4, 2) 3742 Should Arthur come not ere the light reveals
(4, 2) 3743 Our present weakness, we shall be hard set
(4, 2) 3744 To hold this passage.
 
(4, 2) 3751 Can ye hold them?
 
(4, 2) 3756 They may not so intend.
(4, 2) 3757 What think'st thou, Lanval?
 
(4, 2) 3765 We have not the strength.
 
(4, 2) 3771 Should Arthur fail?
 
(4, 2) 3774 Gyfert, my arms.
 
(4, 2) 3779 Back ye, and hold the ground
 
(4, 2) 3781 Until my coming. Up, all Devon's men,
(4, 2) 3782 Let battle-hunger seize upon your limbs,
(4, 2) 3783 And bring you aching for the food of death.
 
(4, 2) 3785 While thou art still unarmed?
 
(4, 2) 3788 No, Lanval, I command
(4, 2) 3789 This much obedience. Till Bernardo brings
(4, 2) 3790 His armament, do thou hold here the half
(4, 2) 3791 Of these my forces to be our support,
(4, 2) 3792 And then employ them as occasion turns.
 
(4, 2) 3795 The hour is dark and strange.
(4, 2) 3796 Lanval, should this our day of severance prove,
(4, 2) 3797 As well it may be, let us fall assured
(4, 2) 3798 Of our relation. When I said I served
(4, 2) 3799 Your cause in pureness, I perceive I lied.
(4, 2) 3800 No, let me speak. Unthinkingly I strove
(4, 2) 3801 To turn a being to an instrument.
(4, 2) 3802 It was ill done. Perhaps we'll have no time,
(4, 2) 3803 And no occasion to be clear henceforth.
(4, 2) 3804 We have been much together, and I think
(4, 2) 3805 Our ends will not be distant. Knowing this,
(4, 2) 3806 I give you absolution from all vows
(4, 2) 3807 Of friendship.
 
(4, 2) 3809 God guard you well.
(4, 2) 3810 If this be not our hour, the hour will come
(4, 2) 3811 Which we must meet; let then our manner hold
(4, 2) 3812 Until that time. But should our lot decree
(4, 2) 3813 We meet no more — in such a case: farewell!
 
(4, 2) 3815 Thou, Gyfert, stay with him.