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(1, 1) 422 |
Welcome, fair cousin — |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 430 |
There are many here |
(1, 1) 431 |
Who'll not deny him the occasion. |
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(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! |
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(1, 1) 443 |
Until the Judgment. {To Owain} Let us sit and talk. |
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(1, 1) 445 |
Tell me the news. How goes it in the court? |
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(1, 1) 447 |
What of? |
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(1, 1) 450 |
Well, let them have their play at least. |
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(1, 1) 455 |
You take no part? |
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(1, 1) 461 |
And so I think. Within the year, Owain, |
(1, 1) 462 |
This dalliance turns to raucous speech of strife. |
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(1, 1) 464 |
Aye, sooner than we think. |
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(1, 1) 467 |
Not come! |
(1, 1) 468 |
Why, I know well. — No matter, let it pass — |
(1, 1) 469 |
And tell me more. |
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(1, 1) 472 |
I like him not. |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 481 |
And there are others who should have the power |
(1, 1) 482 |
To stay this braggart. |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 490 |
Why, most easily. |
(1, 1) 491 |
But how is it Sir Lanval has not yet |
(1, 1) 492 |
Encountered him? |
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(1, 1) 495 |
Is he so backward? |
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(1, 1) 500 |
Why? Did not Cador, |
(1, 1) 501 |
With whom he served, advance his claim and due? |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 513 |
Gawain! |
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(1, 1) 515 |
I have a word for you. |
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(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. |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 547 |
Come then, I choose a knight of little name. |
(1, 1) 548 |
Hast thou a badge which he may challenge? |
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(1, 1) 551 |
Tis strange! Hast thou no love |
(1, 1) 552 |
To be upholden? |
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(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. |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 569 |
Lanval! |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 577 |
The match is mine, and I have staked my lands. |
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(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? |
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(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. |
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(1, 1) 591 |
And that he shall. Bernardo, hast thou seen |
(1, 1) 592 |
Aught of Sir Lanval? |
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(1, 1) 594 |
Whither? |
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(1, 1) 596 |
He will return? |
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(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? |
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(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? |
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(1, 1) 616 |
Lanval is gone. I follow him at once. |
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(1, 1) 619 |
By which path? |
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(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. |
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(1, 2) 933 |
Tis a wild spot, fit for unholy deeds. |
(1, 2) 934 |
Question him, Gyfert. |
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(1, 2) 941 |
He cannot then be far. |
(1, 2) 942 |
A plague of this darkness. Bring the torches by. |
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(1, 2) 948 |
Unmarked? |
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(1, 2) 950 |
He may have wandered. Curse this night and gloom. |
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(1, 2) 952 |
What fit of madness made him choose this place |
(1, 2) 953 |
To rest him in? |
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(1, 2) 956 |
Most like, the while he's in it! |
(1, 2) 957 |
Where are his tracks? |
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(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. |
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(1, 2) 968 |
What tale is this? |
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(1, 2) 972 |
Well, well! You're likely to know more of hell |
(1, 2) 973 |
Unless we find him! |
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(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. |
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(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! |
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(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(2, 2) 1360 |
Why, a call! |
(2, 2) 1361 |
Answer them, Beric, if they sound again. |
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|
(2, 2) 1363 |
Sound, man! |
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|
(2, 2) 1365 |
Stand fast, we know not who they are. |
(2, 2) 1366 |
Loosen your blades. |
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|
(2, 2) 1370 |
Astamor, is it? |
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|
(2, 2) 1372 |
Then well met, |
(2, 2) 1373 |
Sir Astamor. |
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(2, 2) 1376 |
War? |
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(2, 2) 1381 |
No, nor shall I find |
(2, 2) 1382 |
Aught but the knowledge I was fool to seek. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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? |
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|
(2, 2) 1405 |
Is it so! How far |
(2, 2) 1406 |
Have they pressed on? |
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|
(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! |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(2, 2) 1563 |
I was too hot, perhaps, |
(2, 2) 1564 |
Thou wilt forgive me that I staked thy life. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(2, 2) 1605 |
Sound us a rally. |
|
|
(2, 2) 1621 |
Lanval, come, |
(2, 2) 1622 |
We've far to ride. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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! |
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|
(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! |
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|
(4, 1) 3003 |
Will that be justice? |
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|
(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? |
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|
(4, 1) 3024 |
I see you mean him ill. |
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|
(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? |
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|
(4, 1) 3064 |
And more, Gawain. |
(4, 1) 3065 |
How used you Pelleas? |
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|
(4, 1) 3156 |
Nothing as yet. |
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|
(4, 1) 3161 |
I have a stroke to play |
(4, 1) 3162 |
Beyond their humour. |
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|
(4, 1) 3181 |
I say it shall not! |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(4, 1) 3208 |
'Tis not my seeking. |
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|
(4, 1) 3213 |
I ask but justice. |
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(4, 1) 3234 |
Can they not still? |
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|
(4, 1) 3237 |
He might still atone, |
(4, 1) 3238 |
And do you service. |
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|
(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. |
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(4, 1) 3285 |
My friend degraded! Better death than that; |
(4, 1) 3286 |
I'm fouled with him. |
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|
(4, 1) 3291 |
Nay, I do not. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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? |
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|
(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. |
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|
(4, 1) 3337 |
Go to Sir Lanval; I'm his surety, |
(4, 1) 3338 |
And bring him to me. We shall lead the van. |
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|
(4, 1) 3351 |
I lead the van. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(4, 2) 3558 |
You sent a runner, Gyfert, to the south; |
(4, 2) 3559 |
Has he returned? |
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|
(4, 2) 3561 |
We've swinged |
(4, 2) 3562 |
The hornets' nest, and left them buzzing. |
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|
(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! |
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|
(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! |
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|
(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? |
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|
(4, 2) 3604 |
I need thy service. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |
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|
(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. |