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Lanval

Llinellau gan Owain (Cyfanswm: 149)

 
(1, 1) 446 In these last months there's been a bitter waste —
 
(1, 1) 448 Of breath. There's been more ditty-making, sighing,
(1, 1) 449 And yammering than I care to keep count of.
 
(1, 1) 451 Play?
(1, 1) 452 All the babes that can carry a sword without being crushed by the belt, or hit a swinging shield with a practice-spear are bellowing and challenging like bucks.
(1, 1) 453 They'd be better of a little blood-letting.
(1, 1) 454 War's a fine chastener of manners.
 
(1, 1) 456 God knows I've seen enough of war's true self,
(1, 1) 457 To need no practice in its semblances.
(1, 1) 458 Our strife is over for the time, it seems.
(1, 1) 459 I keep my breath, for I have need of it
(1, 1) 460 For other purpose than this foolishness.
 
(1, 1) 463 So soon?
 
(1, 1) 465 The Saxons will not come for such a meal,
(1, 1) 466 Having so tasted of our stuff —
 
(1, 1) 470 This may please you, the Queen
(1, 1) 471 Hath cast her favour on Sir Agravaine.
 
(1, 1) 473 Nor do the most of us.
(1, 1) 474 He gained some honour in the Saxon war,
(1, 1) 475 And for that cause is by the Queen preferred,
(1, 1) 476 And so by Arthur much advanced and loved.
 
(1, 1) 480 The queen doth favour him.
 
(1, 1) 483 Who?
 
(1, 1) 488 How could we engage
(1, 1) 489 Him in this passage?
 
(1, 1) 493 He has not taken part
(1, 1) 494 In joust or tournay since this court was held.
 
(1, 1) 496 He may have cause to be.
(1, 1) 497 At least I noted that amongst the hosts
(1, 1) 498 Who got rewards and favours of the King,
(1, 1) 499 He was not mentioned.
 
(1, 1) 502 Maybe he did. Perhaps the King forgot,
(1, 1) 503 Or else Cador.
 
(1, 1) 511 The devil take all those who have a mind
(1, 1) 512 To cure injustice; there'll be trouble here.
 
(1, 1) 518 Blunt blades, Bernardo?
 
(1, 1) 520 Best sharpen them.
 
(1, 1) 522 Why thus:
(1, 1) 523 There are not enough Picts, Scots, Angles, Saxons, or discontented folk in the kingdom for some of us, so we must needs encourage carving amongst our own friends.
 
(1, 1) 618 Into the forest.
 
(1, 1) 620 He rides
(1, 1) 621 Into the evening.
 
(3, 1) 1693 Hast seen Geraint, Sir Astamor? 'Tis time
(3, 1) 1694 We brought our man to his pavilion.
 
(3, 1) 1697 Wherefore wait ye here?
 
(3, 1) 1700 He needs you not:
(3, 1) 1701 I come from him in council with Cador,
(3, 1) 1702 The Duke of Cornwall.
 
(3, 1) 1705 I will answer for it.
 
(3, 1) 1708 No, I am not. I said I'll answer for it.
(3, 1) 1709 God speed you, Sirs. {He turns away.}
 
(3, 1) 1712 Aye, haste away and scuffle for your place.
(3, 1) 1713 Stare with the rabble. Feathers, voices, spurs,
(3, 1) 1714 Are all your being, and suit cockerels
(3, 1) 1715 As well as knights. God! I'd as soon have set
(3, 1) 1716 Two dogs by the ears and had a reeking barn
(3, 1) 1717 Of goggling rustics for their audience
(3, 1) 1718 As touch this business. All in honour's name?
(3, 1) 1719 Oh, honour, virtue, grace, nobility,
(3, 1) 1720 What fools you make of men!
 
(3, 1) 1722 At last!
(3, 1) 1723 Is Lanval armed?
 
(3, 1) 1725 We shall be late.
 
(3, 1) 1728 I did think, Geraint,
(3, 1) 1729 That you had puddled in this mud as much
(3, 1) 1730 As our opponents. Why I am compelled
(3, 1) 1731 To take a hand in this fantastic shift
(3, 1) 1732 I cannot think.
 
(3, 1) 1735 Well, God deliver me
(3, 1) 1736 From such a friendship. It's a kindly act
(3, 1) 1737 To urge one's friend into a bitter cleft
(3, 1) 1738 Where, if he gains, there's little profit found,
(3, 1) 1739 And if he lose the certainty of shame.
 
(3, 1) 1748 Hot head, soft heart, these are the devil's aids.
 
(3, 1) 1757 Good. Thy shoulder, Lanval, smarts?
 
(3, 1) 1759 Have a care
(3, 1) 1760 To well protect it.
 
(3, 1) 1764 The marshals to the lists. Let us go down.
 
(3, 1) 2250 Fool! It is true, he has some wisdom then!
 
(3, 1) 2252 Well wrought, Sir Lanval.
 
(4, 1) 2984 Am I a man to trouble in such case?
 
(4, 1) 3030 God! To be hampered in one's natural work
(4, 1) 3031 For such a case! Here see the clustered spears,
(4, 1) 3032 The glaives and axes of the gathered tribes
(4, 1) 3033 Waiting for us! Our banners are unfurled,
(4, 1) 3034 The lazy standards and forked pennons droop
(4, 1) 3035 And lisp in air. And we alone are dull,
(4, 1) 3036 Wasting the hours that give our homes and lands
(4, 1) 3037 To strangers' holding!
 
(4, 1) 3089 Why must we be let
(4, 1) 3090 By one who's proved a liar?
 
(4, 1) 3095 We'll push him to a better end.
 
(4, 1) 3117 This chattering fool?
 
(4, 1) 3139 Great talkers, at the least.
 
(4, 1) 3148 I say kill, hang, or burn.
(4, 1) 3149 I for myself think that he's innocent;
(4, 1) 3150 But this displeasure that his trial gives
(4, 1) 3151 Can serve for guilt. All's guilty which will stand
(4, 1) 3152 Between our nature and its purposes:
(4, 1) 3153 So I condemn him for his innocence
(4, 1) 3154 That fawns on folly.
 
(4, 1) 3176 Cornwall, let him die.
(4, 1) 3177 Why should this life hold all of us in leash,
(4, 1) 3178 When we are straining to take up the scent,
(4, 1) 3179 And run our quarry?
 
(4, 1) 3223 I liked him well.
 
(4, 1) 3263 Hearken now, ye lords,
(4, 1) 3264 And let my bluntness put an end to words.
(4, 1) 3265 I held a liking for this fellow once,
(4, 1) 3266 Since I believed he scorned, as well as I,
(4, 1) 3267 The love adventures, idle quests and aims,
(4, 1) 3268 In fact, all folly that this court adores.
(4, 1) 3269 Since he proved foolish I have lost all care.
(4, 1) 3270 Had but the fool denied this idle taunt,
(4, 1) 3271 And straight acknowledged that he loved the Queen,
(4, 1) 3272 We might have saved him. I advised you kill.
(4, 1) 3273 Death's cheap enough, and we have learnt long since
(4, 1) 3274 How to inflict it. Since Geraint withstands
(4, 1) 3275 The better issue, I'll not baulk his love,
(4, 1) 3276 Though I despise it, and believe that harm
(4, 1) 3277 Will come of it. I bid you banish him.
(4, 1) 3278 Proclaim him guilty, honourless and foul,
(4, 1) 3279 Henceforth degraded from this company.
(4, 1) 3280 Let him go out and see this court no more.
(4, 1) 3281 So shall this cause which doth offend all ears
(4, 1) 3282 Be dead and ended.
 
(4, 2) 3826 They have joined too soon.
(4, 2) 3827 Split legions in a forest and the odds
(4, 2) 3828 Are 'gainst good timing. What are ye?
 
(4, 2) 3831 I want an honest man
(4, 2) 3832 To answer me.
 
(4, 2) 3834 God defend
(4, 2) 3835 You from his leading. You! I do not know
(4, 2) 3836 With what good reason you afflict our paths.
(4, 2) 3837 The common outcome of our judgment is
(4, 2) 3838 That malefactors are enforced to feel
(4, 2) 3839 Their punishment. The sutlers, and the scum
(4, 2) 3840 Of ragged thieves who haunt our armies' march,
(4, 2) 3841 Should be behind.
 
(4, 2) 3843 Peace, you. But I am glad that you are dumb:
(4, 2) 3844 Shame marks a vestige of your former state.
(4, 2) 3845 Now better it, and get you out from us.
(4, 2) 3846 You, Gyfert, follow us.
 
(4, 2) 3849 And a cur to lead!
(4, 2) 3850 Not gone yet, fool? Out of my path, you dog.
 
(4, 2) 3854 Honour protects no vermin! What, my friend,
(4, 2) 3855 Will you shew teeth?
 
(4, 2) 3858 Hearken, they're to it. Our good game begins.
(4, 2) 3859 Out, swords, and follow!