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 Alle beon he bliþe
 þat to my song lyþe:
 A sang ihc schal ȝou singe
 Of Murry þe kinge.
5King he was biweste
 So longe so hit laste.
 Godhild het his quen,
 Faire ne miȝte non ben.
 He hadde a sone þat het horn,
10Fairer ne miste non beo born.
 Ne no rein vpon birine,
 Ne sunne vpon bischine:
 Fairer nis non þane he was,
 He was briȝt so þe glas,
15He was whit so þe flur,
 Rose red was his colur.
 In none kinge riche
 Nas non his iliche.
 Twelf feren he hadde
20Þat alle wiþ him ladde;
 Alle riche mannes sones
 & alle hi were faire gomes,
 Wiþ him for to pleie,
 & mest he luuede tweie;
25Þat on him het haþulf child,
 & þat oþer ffikenild:
 Aþulf was þe beste
 & fikenylde þe werste.
 Hit was vpon a someres day,
30Also ihc ȝou telle may,
 Murri þe gode king
 Rod on his pleing
 Bi þe se side,
 Ase he was woned ride:
35He fond bi þe stronde
 ariued on his londe
 Schipes fiftene
 wiþ sarazins kene.
 He axede what isoȝte
40Oþer to londe broȝte.
 A Payn hit ofherde
 & hym wel sone answarede:
 'Þi lond folk we schulle slon
 And alle þat Crist luueþ vpon
45And þe selue riȝt anon,
 Ne schaltu todai henne gon.'
 Þe kyng aliȝte of his stede,
 For þo he hauede nede,
 & his gode kniȝtes two;
50Al to fewe he hadde þo.
 Swerd hi gunne gripe
 & togadere smite;
 Hy smyten vnder schelde
 Þat sume hit yfelde.
55Þe king hadde al to fewe
 Toȝenes so vele schrewe;
 So fele miȝten yþe
 Bringe hem þre to diþe.
 
 Þe pains come to londe
60& neme hit in here honde:
 Þat folc hi gunne quelle
 & churchen for to felle.
 Þer ne moste libbe
 Þe fremde ne þe sibbe,
65Bute hi here laȝe asoke
 & to here toke.
 Of alle wymmanne
 Wurst was godhild þanne;
 For Murri heo weop sore
70& for horn ȝute more.
 He wenten vt of halle
 Fram hire Maidenes alle;
 Vnder a roche of stone,
 Þer heo liuede alone,
75Þer heo seruede gode
 Aȝenes þe paynes forbode;
 Þer he seruede criste
 Þat no payn hit ne wiste:
 Eure heo bad for horn child
80Þat Jesu crist him beo myld.
 Horn was in paynes honde
 Wiþ his feren of þe londe.
 Muchel was his fairhede,
 for ihesu crist him makede
85Payns him wolde slen
 Oþer al quic flen,
 Ȝef his fairnesse nere,
 Þe children alle aslaȝe were.
 Þanne spak on Admirad,
90Of wordes he was bald,
 'Horn, þu art wel kene,
 & þat is wel isene;
 Þu art gret & strong,
 fair & euene long;
95Þu schalt waxe more
 Bi fulle seue ȝere:
 Ȝef þu mote to liue go
 & þine feren also,
 Ȝef hit so bi falle
100Ȝe scholde slen vs alle:
 Þaruore þu most to stere,
 Þu & þine ifere;
 To schupe schulle ȝe funde
 & sinke to þe grunde,
105Þe se ȝou schal adrenche,
 Ne schal hit us noȝt ofþinche;
 For if þu were aliue,
 Wiþ swerd oþer wiþ kniue,
 We scholden alle deie
110& þi fader deþ abeie.'
 Þe children hi broȝte to stronde
 Wringinde here honde
 In to schupes borde
 At þe furste worde.
115Ofte hadde horn beo wo
 At neure wurs þan him was þo.
 Þe se bigan to flowe
 & horn child to rowe;
 Þe se þat schup so fasste drof
120Þe children dradde þerof.
 Hi wenden to wisse
 of here lif to misse,
 Al þe day & al þe niȝt,
 Til hit sprang dai liȝt
 
125Til Horn saȝ on þe stronde
 Men gon in þe londe.
 'Feren' quaþ he 'ȝonge,
 Ihc telle ȝou tiþinge,
 Ihc here foȝeles singe
130& þat gras him springe.
 Bliþe beo we on lyue,
 Vre schup is on ryue.'
 Of schup hi gunne funde
 & setten fout to grunde,
135Bi þe se side
 hi leten þat schup ride.
 Þanne spak him child horn,
 In suddene he was iborn,
 'Schup, bi þe se flode
140Daies haue þu gode:
 Bi þe se brinke
 No water þe nadrinke.
 Ȝef þu cume to Suddenne,
 Gret þu wel of myne kenne,
145Gret þu wel my moder,
 Godhild quen þe gode;
 & seie þe paene kyng,
 Jesucristes wiþering,
 Þat ihc am hol & fer
150On þis lond ariued her;
 And seie þat hei schal fonde
 Þe dent of myne honde.'
 Þe children ȝede to Tune
 Bi dales & bi dune.
155Hy metten wiþ almair king,
 Crist ȝeuen him his blessing,
 King of Westernesse,
 Crist ȝiue him Muchel blisse.
 He him spac to horn child
160Wordes þat were Mild:
 'Whannes beo ȝe, faire gumes,
 Þat her to londe beoþ icume,
 Alle þrottene
 Of bodie swiþe kene?
165Bigod þat me makede,
 A swihc fair verade
 Ne sauȝ ihc in none stunde
 Bi westene londe:
 Seie me wat ȝe seche.'
170Horn spak here speche,
 He spak for hem alle,
 vor so hit moste biualle;
 He was þe faireste
 & of wit þe beste.
 
175'We beoþ of Suddenne,
 Icome of gode kenne,
 Of Cristene blode
 & kynges suþe gode.
 Payns þer gunne ariue
180& duden hem of lyue:
 Hi sloȝen & todroȝe
 Cristenemen inoȝe.
 So crist me mote rede
 Vs he dude lede
185In to a galeie,
 wiþ þe se to pleie,
 Dai hit is igon & oþer:
 Wiþute sail & roþer
 Vre schip bigan to swymme
190To þis londes brymme.
 Nu þu miȝt vs slen & binde,
 Ore honde bihynde,
 Bute ȝef hit beo þi wille,
 Helpe þat we ne spille.'
 
195Þanne spak þe gode kyng,
 Iwis he nas no Niþing:
 'Seie me, child, what is þi name,
 Ne schaltu haue bute game.'
 Þe child him answerde
200Sone so he hit herde:
 'Horn ihc am ihote,
 Icomen vt of þe bote
 Fram þe se side:
 Kyng, wel mote þe tide.'
205Þanne hym spak þe gode kyng,
 'Wel bruc þu þin euening,
 Horn þu go wel schulle
 Bi dales & bi hulle;
 Horn þu lude sune
210Bi dales & bi dune,
 So schal þi name springe
 Fram kynge to kynge,
 & þi fairnesse
 Abute Westernesse,
215Þe strengþe of þine honde
 In to Eurech londe:
 Horn, þu art so swete
 Ne may ihc þe forlete.'
 Hom rod Aylmar þe kyng
220& horn mid him his fundyng
 & alle his ifere
 Þat were him so dere.
 
 Þe kyng com in to halle
 Among his kniȝtes alle:
225Forþ he clupede aþelbrus,
 Þat was stiward of his hus:
 'Stiward, tak nu here
 Mi fundlyng for to lere
 Of þine mestere,
230of wude & of riuere;
 & tech him to harpe
 Wiþ his nayles scharpe,
 Biuore me to kerue
 & of þe cupe serue;
235Þu tech him of alle þe liste
 Þat þu eure of wiste,
 In his feiren þou wise
 In to oþere seruise:
 Horn þu vnderuonge
240& tech him of harpe & songe.'
 
 Ailbrus gan lere
 Horn & his yfere:
 Horn in herte laȝte
 Al þat he him taȝte.
245In þe curt & vte
 & elles al abute
 Luuede men horn child,
 & mest him louede Rymenhild,
 Þe kynges oȝene doster,
250He was mest in þoȝte:
 Heo louede so horn child
 Þat neȝ heo gan wexe wild:
 For heo ne miȝte at borde
 Wiþ him speke no worde,
255Ne noȝt in þe halle
 Among þe kniȝtes alle,
 Ne nowhar in non oþere stede:
 Of folk heo hadde drede:
 Bi daie ne bi niȝte
260Wiþ him speke ne miȝte;
 Hire soreȝe ne hire pine
 Ne miȝte neure fine:
 In heorte heo hadde wo,
 & þus hire biþoȝte þo,
265Heo sende hire sonde
 Aþelbrus to honde
 Þat he come hire to,
 & also scholde horn do
 Al in to bure,
270ffor heo gan to lure;
 & þe sonde seide
 Þat sik lai þat maide,
 & bad him come swiþe,
 For heo nas noþing bliþe,
275Þe stuard was in herte wo,
 For he nuste what to do;
 Wat Rymenhild hure þoȝte
 Gret wunder him þuȝte,
 Abute horn þe ȝonge
280To bure for to bringe;
 He þoȝte vpon his mode
 Hit nas for none gode.
 He tok him anoþer,
 Athulf, hornes broþer.
 
285'Aþulf,' he sede, 'riȝt anon
 Þu schalt wiþ me to bure gon,
 To speke wiþ Rymenhild stille
 & witen hure wille.
 In hornes ilike
290þu schalt hure biswike:
 Sore ihc me ofdrede
 He wolde horn misrede.'
 Aþelbrus gan Aþulf lede
 & in to bure wiþ him ȝede.
295Anon vpon Aþulf child
 Rymenhild gan wexe wild:
 He wende þat horn hit were
 þat heo hauede þere.
 Heo sette him on bedde;
300Wiþ Aþulf child he wedde.
 On hire armes tweie
 Aþulf heo gan leie.
 'Horn,' quaþ heo, 'wel longe
 Ihc habbe þe luued stronge.
305Þu schalt þi trewþe pliȝte
 On myn hond her riȝte
 Me to spuse holde,
 & ihc þe lord to wolde.'
 
 Aþulf sede on hire ire
310So stille so hit were:
 'Þi tale nu þu lynne,
 For horn nis noȝt her inne.
 Ne beo we noȝt iliche:
 Horn is fairer & riche,
315Fairer bi one ribbe
 Þane eni Man þat libbe:
 Þeȝ horn were vnder Molde
 Oþer elles wher he wolde
 Oþer henne a þusend Mile,
320Ihc nolde him ne þe bigile.'
 
 Rymenhild hire biwente
 & Aþelbrus fule heo schente.
 'Hennes þu go, þu fule þeof,
 Ne wurstu me neure more leof;
325Went vt of my bur
 Wiþ muchel mesauentur.
 Schame mote þu fonge
 & on hiȝe rode anhonge.
 Ne spek ihc noȝt wiþ horn
330Nis he noȝt so vnorn;
 Hor is fairer þane beo he:
 Wiþ muchel schame mote þu deie.'
 
 Aþelbrus in a stunde
 Fel anon to grunde:
335'Lefdi Min oȝe,
 Liþe me a litel þroȝe.
 Lust whi ihc wonde
 Bringe þe horn to honde.
 For horn is fair & riche,
340Nis no whar his iliche:
 Aylmar þe gode kyng
 Dude him on mi lokyng;
 Ȝef horn were her abute,
 Sore y me dute
345Wiþ him ȝe wolden pleie
 Bitwex ȝou selue tweie:
 Þanne scholde wiþuten oþe
 Þe kyng maken vs wroþe.
 Rymenhild, forȝef me þi tene,
350Lefdi, my quene,
 & horn ihc schal þe fecche,
 Wham so hit recche.'
 
 Rymenhild ȝef he cuþe
 Gan lynne wiþ hire Muþe:
355Heo makede hire wel bliþe;
 Wel was hire þat siþe:
 'Go nu,' quaþ heo, 'fone
 & send him after none,
 Whane þe kyng arise,
360On a squieres wise,
 To wude for to pleie:
 Nis non þat him biwreie.
 He schal wiþ me bileue
 Til hit beo nir eue,
365To hauen of him mi wille,
 After ne recchecche what me telle.'
 
 Aylbrus wende hire fro,
 Horn in halle fond he þo
 Bifore þe kyng on benche
370Wyn for to schenche.
 'Horn,' quaþ he, 'so hende,
 To bure nu þu wende
 After mete stille
 Wiþ Rymenhild to duelle:
375Wordes suþe bolde
 In herte þu hem holde:
 Horn, beo me wel trewe,
 Ne schal hit þe neure rewe.'
 Horn in herte leide
380Al þat he him seide:
 He ȝeode in wel riȝte
 To Rymenhild þe briȝte,
 On knes he him sette
 & sweteliche hure grette.
385Of his feire siȝte
 Al þe bur gan liȝte.
 He spac faire speche,
 Ne dorte him noman teche:
 'Wel þu sitte & softe,
390Rymenhild þe briȝte,
 Wiþ þine Maidenes sixe
 Þat þe sitteþ nixte.
 Kinges stuard vre
 Sende me in to bure
395Wiþ þe speke ihc scholde;
 Seie me what þu woldest,
 Seie & ihc schal here
 What þi wille were.'
 
 Rymenhild vp gan stonde
400& tok him bi þe honde:
 Heo sette him on pelle
 Of wyn to drinke his fulle:
 Heo makede him faire chere
 & tok him abute þe swere.
405Ofte heo him custe
 So wel so hire luste.
 'Horn,' heo sede, 'wiþute strif
 Þu schalt haue me to þi wif;
 Horn, haue of me rewþe
410& plist me þi trewþe.'
 
 Horn þo him biþoȝte
 What he speke miȝte.
 'Crist,' quaþ he, 'þe wisse
 & ȝiue þe heuene blisse
415Of þine husebonde
 Wher he beo in londe.
 Ihc am ibore to lowe
 Such wimman to knowe.
 Ihc am icome of þralle
420& fundling bifalle.
 Ne feolle hit þe of cunde
 To spuse beo me bunde:
 Hit nere no fair wedding
 Bitwexe a þral & a king.'
 
425Þo gan Rymenhild mis lyke
 & sore gan to sike:
 Armes heo gan buȝe,
 Adun he feol iswoȝe.
 
 Horn in herte was ful wo,
430& tok hire on his armes two:
 He gan hire for to kesse
 Wel ofte mid ywisse.
 'Lemman,' he sede, 'dere,
 Þin herte nu þu stere.
435Help me to kniȝte
 Bi al þine miȝte,
 To my lord þe king,
 Þat he me ȝiue dubbing.
 Þanne is mi þralhod
440Iwent in to kniȝthod,
 & ischal wexe more
 & do, lemman, þi lore.'
 
 Rymenhild, þat swete þing
 Wakede of hire swoȝning:
445'Horn,' quaþ heo, 'vel sone
 Þat schal beon idone:
 Þu schalt beo dubbed kniȝt
 Are come seue niȝt.
 Haue her þis cuppe
450& þis Ryng þer vppe
 To Aylbrus & stuard,
 & se he holde foreward:
 Seie ihc him biseche
 Wiþ loueliche speche
455Þat he adun falle
 Bifore þe king in halle,
 & bidde þe king ariȝte
 Dubbe þe to kniȝte.
 Wiþ seluer & wiþ golde
460Hit wurþ him wel iȝolde.
 Crist him lene spede
 Þin erende to bede.'
 
 Horn tok his leue,
 For hit was neȝ eue.
465Aþelbrus he soȝte
 & ȝaf him þat he broȝte,
 & tolde him ful ȝare
 Hu he hadde ifare,
 & sede him his nede,
470& bihet him his mede.
 
 Aþelbrus also swiþe
 Wente to halle bliue:
 'Kyng,' he sede, 'þu leste
 A tale mid þe beste;
475Þu schalt bere crune
 Tomoreȝe in þis tune;
 Tomoreȝe is þi feste:
 Þer bihoueþ geste.
 Hit nere noȝt for loren
480For to kniȝti child horn,
 Þine armes for to welde,
 God kniȝt he schal ȝelde.'
 
 Þe king sede sone,
 'Þat is wel idone.
485Horn me wel iquemeþ,
 God kniȝt him bisemeþ.
 He schal haue mi dubbing
 & afterward mi derling.
 & alle his feren twelf
490He schal kniȝten him self:
 Alle he schal hem kniȝte
 Bifore me þis niȝte.'
 Til þe liȝt of day sprang
 Ailmar him þuȝte lang.
495Þe day bigan to springe,
 Horn com biuore þe kinge
 Mid his twelf yfere:
 Sume hi were luþere.
 Horn he dubbede to kniȝte
500Wiþ swerd & spures briȝte.
 He sette him on a stede whit:
 Þer nas no kniȝt hym ilik.
 He smot him a litel wiȝt
 & bed him beon a god kniȝt.
 
505Aþulf fel aknes þar
 Biuore þe king Aylmar.
 'King,' he sede, 'so kene,
 Grante me a bene:
 Nu is kniȝ sire horn
510Þat in suddenne was iboren:
 Lord he is of londe
 Ouer us þat bi him stonde:
 Þin armes he haþ & scheld
 To fiȝte wiþ vpon þe feld:
515Let him vs alle kniȝte
 For þat is vre riȝte.'
 
 Aylmar sede sone ywis:
 'Do nu þat þi wille is.'
 Horn adun liȝte
520& makede hem alle kniȝtes.
 Murie was þe feste
 Al of faire gestes:
 Ac Rymenhild nas noȝt þer
 & þat hire þuȝte seue ȝer.
525After horn heo sente,
 & he to bure wente.
 Nolde he noȝt go one,
 Aþulf was his mone.
 Rymenhild on flore stod,
530Hornes come hire þuȝte god,
 And sede, 'wescome, sire horn,
 & Aþulf kniȝt þe biforn.
 Kniȝt, nu is þi time
 For to fitte bi me:
535Do nu þat þu er of spake,
 To þi wif þume take.
 Ef þu art trewe of dedes,
 Do nu ase þu sedes.
 Nu þu hast wille þine,
540Vn bind me of my pine.'
 
 'Rymenhild,' quaþ he, 'beo stille;
 Ihc wulle don al þi wille.
 Also hit mot bitide,
 Mid spere ischal furst ride,
545& mi kniȝthod proue,
 Ar ihc þe ginne to woȝe.
 We beþ kniȝtes ȝonge,
 Of odai al isprunge,
 & of vre mestere
550So is þe manere
 Wiþ sume oþere kniȝte
 Wel for his lemman fiȝte,
 Or he eni wif take:
 For þi me stondeþ þe more rape.
555Today, so crist me blesse,
 Ihc wulle do pruesse
 For þi luue in þe felde
 Mid spere & mid schelde:
 If ihc come to lyue
560Ihc schal þe take to wyue.'
 
 'Kniȝt,' quaþ heo, 'trewe,
 Ihc wene ihc mai þe leue:
 Tak nu her þis goldring,
 God him is þe dubbing;
565Þer is vpon þe ringe
 Igraue Rymenhild þe ȝonge.
 Þer nis non betere anonder sunne
 Þat eni man of telle cunne;
 For my luue þu hit were
570& on þi finger þu him bere:
 Þe stones beoþ of suche grace
 Þat þu ne schalt in none place
 Of none duntes beon ofdrad,
 Ne on bataille beon amad,
575Ef þu loke þeran
 & þenke vpon þi lemman.
 
 And sire Aþulf, þi broþer,
 He schal haue anoþer.
 Horn, ihc þe biseche,
580Wiþ loueliche speche,
 Crist ȝeue god erndinge
 Þe aȝen to bringe.'
 
 Þe kniȝt hire gan kesse,
 & heo him to blesse:
585Leue at hire he nam,
 & in to halle cam.
 Þe kniȝtes ȝeden to table,
 & horne ȝede to stable.
 Þar he tok his gode fole
590Also blak so eny cole;
 Þe fole schok þe brunie
 Þat al þe curt gan denie,
 Þe fole bigan to springe,
 & horn murie to singe.
595Horn rod in a while
 More þan a myle.
 He fond o schup stonde
 Wiþ heþene honde:
 He axede what hi soȝte
600Oþer to londe broȝte.
 
 An hund him gan bihelde,
 Þat spac wordes belde:
 'Þis lond we wulleȝ wynne
 & sle þat þer is inne.'
605Horn gan his swerd gripe,
 & on his arme wype;
 Þe sarazins he smatte
 Þat his blod hatte;
 At eureche dunte
610Þe heued of wente.
 Þo gunne þe hundes gone
 Abute horn al one:
 He lokede on þe ringe,
 & þoȝte on rimenilde.
615He sloȝ þer on haste
 On hundred bi þe laste
 Ne miȝte noman telle
 Þat folc þat he gan quelle:
 Of alle þat were aliue
620Ne miȝte þer non þriue.
 Horn tok þe maisteres heued,
 Þat he hadde him bireued,
 & sette hit on his swerde
 Anouen at þan orde.
625He verde hom in to halle
 Among þe kniȝtes alle.
 'Kyng,' he sede, 'wel þu sitte
 & alle þine kniȝtes mitte;
 To day, after mi dubbing,
630So irod on mi pleing,
 Ifond o schup Rowe
 Þo hit gan to flowe,
 Al wiþ sarazines kyn,
 & none londisse Men,
635To dai for to pine
 Þe & alle þine.
 Hi gonne me assaille,
 Mi swerd me nolde faille,
 Ismot hem alle to grunde
640Oþer ȝaf hem diþes wunde.
 Þat heued i þe bringe
 Of þe maister kinge.
 Nu is þi wile iȝolde,
 King, þat þu me kniȝti woldest.'
645A Moreȝe þo þe day gan springe
 þe king him rod an huntinge;
 At hom lefte ffikenhild,
 Þat was þe wurste moder child.
 Heo ferde in to bure
650To sen auenture:
 Heo saȝ Rymenild sitte,
 Also he were of witte:
 Heo sat on þe sunne
 Wiþ tieres al birunne,
655Horn sede, 'lef, þinore,
 Wi wepestu so sore?'
 Heo sede 'noȝt ine wepe,
 Bute ase ilay aslepe
 To þe se my net icaste,
660& hit nolde noȝt ilaste;
 A gret fiss at þe furste
 Minet he gan to berste.
 Ihc wene þat ihc schal leose
 Þe fiss þat ihc wolde cheose.'
 
665'Crist,' quaþ horn, '& seint steuene
 Turne þine sweuene.
 Ne schal iþe biswike,
 Ne do þat þe mislike.
 Ischal me make þinowe
670To holden & to knowe
 For eureche oþere wiȝte,
 & þarto mi treuþe iþe pliȝte.'
 Muchel was þe ruþe
 Þat was at þare truþe:
675For Rymenhild weop ille,
 & horn let þe tires stille.
 'Lemman,' quaþ he, 'dere
 Þu schalt more ihere;
 Þi sweuen schal wende,
680Oþer sum Man schal vs schende.
 Þe fiss þat brak þe lyne
 Ywis he doþ us pine,
 Þat schal don vs tene,
 & wurþ wel sone isene.'
 
685Aylmar rod bi sture,
 & horn lai in bure.
 Fykenhild hadde enuye
 & sede þes solye:
 'Aylmar, ihc þe warne,
690Horn þe wule berne;
 Ihc herde whar he sede,
 & his swerd forþ leide,
 To bringe þe of lyue,
 & take Rymenhild to wyue.
695He liþ in bure
 Vnder couerture
 By Rymenhild þi doȝter,
 & so he doþ wel ofte;
 And þider þu go al riȝt,
700Þer þu him finde miȝt;
 Þu do him vt of londe,
 Oþer he doþ þe schonde.'
 
 Aylmar aȝen gan turne
 Wel Modi & wel Murne.
705He fond horn in arme.
 On Rymenhilde barme
 'Awei vt,' he sede, 'fule þeof!
 Ne wurstu me neuremore leof.
 Wend vt of my bure
710Wiþ muchel messauenture.
 Wel sone bute þu flitte,
 Wiþ swerde ihc þe anhitte.
 Wend vt of my londe
 Oþer þu schalt haue schonde.'
 
715Horn sadelede his stede
 & his armes he gan sprede;
 His brunie he gan lace
 So he scholde in to place;
 His swerd he gan fonge,
720Nabod he noȝt to longe.
 He ȝede forþ bliue
 To Rymenhild his wyue.
 He sede, 'Lemman derling,
 Nu hauestu þi sweuening.
725Þe fiss þat þi net rente,
 Fram þe he me sente.
 Rymenhild, haue wel godne day,
 No leng abiden ine may.
 In to vncuþe londe,
730Wel more for to fonde;
 Ischal wune þere
 Fulle seue ȝere.
 At seue ȝeres ende,
 Ȝef ine come ne sende,
735Tak þe husebonde,
 ffor me þu ne wonde;
 In armes þu me fonge
 & kes me wel longe.'
 He custe him wel a stunde
740& Rymenhild feol to grunde.
 Horn tok his leue,
 ne miȝte he no leng bileue;
 He tok Aþulf his fere
 Al abute þe swere,
745& sede, 'kniȝt so trewe,
 Kep wel mi luue newe.
 Þu neure me ne forsoke;
 Rymenhild þu kep and loke
 His stede he gan bistride
750& forþ he gan ride:
 To þe hauene he ferde,
 & a god schup he hurede,
 Þat him scholde londe
 In westene londe.
 
755Aþulf weop wiþ iȝe
 & al þat him isiȝe.
 To lond he him sette
 & fot on stirop sette.
 He fond bi þe weie
760Kynges sones tweie:
 Þat on him het harild,
 & þat oþer berild.
 Berild gan him preie
 Þat he scholde him seie,
765What his name were
 & what he wolde þere.
 'Cutberd,' he sede, 'ihc hote,
 Icomen vt of þe bote,
 Wel feor fram biweste
770To seche mine beste.'
 Berild gan him nier ride
 & tok him bi þe bridel;
 'Wel beo þu kniȝt ifounde!
 Wiþ me þu lef astunde:
775Also mote i sterue,
 Þe king þu schalt serue;
 Ne saȝ i neure my lyue
 So fair kniȝt aryue.'
 Cutberd heo ladde in to halle,
780& he a kne gan falle:
 He sette him a knewelyng
 & grette wel þe gode kyng.
 Þanne sede Berild sone:
 'Sire king, of him þu hast to done,
785Bitak him þi lond to werie,
 Ne schat hit noman derie;
 For he is þe faireste man
 Þat eureȝut on þi londe cam.'
 
 Þanne sede þe king so dere:
790'Welcome beo þu here.
 Go nu, Berild, swiþe,
 & make him ful bliþe;
 And whan þu farst to woȝe,
 Tak him þine gloue;
795Iment þu hauest to wyue,
 Awai he schal þe dryue;
 For Cutberdes fairhede,
 Ne schal þe neure wel spede.'
 HIt was at Cristesmasse,
800Neiþer more ne lasse;
 Þer cam in at none
 A Geaunt suþe sone,
 Iarmed fram paynyme,
 And seide þes ryme:
805'Site stille, sire kyng,
 & herkne þis tyþyng:
 Her buþ paens ariued
 Wel mo þane fiue:
 Her beoþ on þe sonde,
810King, vpon þi londe,
 On of hem wile fiȝte
 Aȝen þre kniȝtes:
 Ȝef oþer þre slen vre,
 Al þis lond beo ȝoure:
815Ȝef vre on ouercomeþ ȝour þreo,
 Al þis lond schal vre beo.
 Tomoreȝe be þe fiȝtinge,
 Whane þe liȝt of daye springe.'
 
 Þanne sede þe kyng þurston:
820'Cutberd schal beo þat on,
 Berild schal beo þat oþer,
 Þe þridde Alrid his broþer.
 For hi beoþ þe strengeste
 & of armes þe beste.
825Bute what schal vs to rede?
 Ihc wene we beþ alle dede.'
 
 Cutberd sat at borde
 & sede þes wordes:
 'Sire king, hit nis no riȝte
830On wiþ þ e to fiȝte,
 Aȝen one hunde
 Þre cristen men to fonde.
 Sire, ischal al one
 Wiþute more ymone
835Wiþ mi swerd wel eþe
 Bringe hem þre to deþe.'
 
 Þe kyng aros amoreȝe
 Þat hadde muchel sorȝe.
 & Cutberd ros of bedde
840Wiþ armes he him schredde;
 Horn his brunie gan on caste,
 & lacede hit wel faste,
 & cam to þe kinge
 At his vp risinge.
845'King,' he sede, 'cum to fel
 For to bihelde
 Hu we fiȝte schulle,
 & togare go wulle.'
 Riȝt at prime tide
850Hi gunnen vt ride,
 And funden on a grene
 A geaunt suþe kene,
 His feren him biside
 Hore deþ to abide.
 
855Þe ilke bataille
 Cutberd gan assaille:
 He ȝaf dentes inoȝe,
 Þe kniȝtes felle iswoȝe.
 His dent he gan wiþdraȝe,
860For hi were neȝ aslaȝe:
 & sede, 'kniȝtes, nu ȝe reste
 One while ef ȝou leste.'
 Hi sede hi neure nadde
 Of kniȝte dentes so harde;
865He was of hornes kunne,
 Iborn in Suddenne.
 
 Horn him gan to agrise,
 & his blod arise.
 Biuo him saȝ he stonde
870Þat driuen him of londe,
 & þat his fader sloȝ;
 To him his swerd he droȝ,
 He lokede on his rynge
 & þoȝte on Rymenhilde,
875He smot him þureȝ þe herte,
 Þat sore him gan to smerte;
 Þe paens þat er were so sturne,
 Hi gunne awei vrne.
 Horn & his compaynye
880Gunne after hem wel swiþe hiȝe,
 & sloȝen alle þe hundes
 Er hi here schipes funde.
 To deþe he hem alle broȝte,
 His fader deþ wel dere hi boȝte:
885Of alle þe kynges kniȝtes
 Ne scapede þer er no wiȝte,
 Bute his sones tweie
 Bifore him he saȝ deie.
 Þe king bigan to grete
890& teres for to lete:
 Me leiden hem in bare
 ȝ burden hem ful ȝare.
 
 Þe king com in to halle
 Among his kniȝtes alle.
895'Horn,' he sede, 'iseie þe,
 Do as ischal rede þe.
 Aslaȝen beþ mine heirs,
 & þu art kniȝt of muchel pris,
 & of grete strengþe,
900& fair o bodie lengþe.
 Mi Rengne þu schalt welde,
 & to spuse helde
 Reynild mi doȝter,
 Þat sitteþ on þe lofte.'
 
905'O sire king, wiþ wronge
 Scholte ihc hit vnderfonge,
 Þi doȝter þat ȝe me bede,
 Ower rengne for to lede.
 Wel more ihc schal þe serue,
910Sire kyng, or þu sterue;
 Þi sorwe schal wende
 Or seue ȝeres ende;
 Wanne hit is wente,
 Sire king, ȝef me mi rente:
915Whanne i þi doȝter ȝerne
 Ne schaltu me hire werne.'
 Cutberd wonede þere
 Fulle seue ȝere,
 Þat to Rymenild he ne sente
920Ne him self ne wente.
 Rymenild was in Westernesse
 Wiþ wel muchel sorinesse.
 
 A king þer gan ariue
 Þat wolde hire haue to wyue:
925Aton he was wiþ þe king
 Of þat ilke wedding.
 Þe daies were schorte,
 Þat Rimenhild ne dorste
 Leten in none wise;
930A writ he dude deuise,
 Aþulf hit dude write
 Þat horn ne luuede noȝt lite.
 Heo sende hire sonde
 To euereche londe,
935To seche horn þe kniȝt
 Þer me him finde miȝte.
 Horn noȝt þer of ne herde,
 Til o dai þat he ferde
 To wude for to schete;
940A knaue he gan imete.
 Horn seden, 'leue fere,
 Wat sechestu here?'
 'Kniȝt, if beo þi wille
 Imai þe sone telle.
945Iseche fram biweste
 Horn of Westernesse,
 For a Maiden Rymenhild
 Þat for him gan wexe wild.
 A king hire wile wedde
950& bringe to his bedde,
 King Modi of Reynes,
 On of hornes enemis.
 Ihc habbe walke wide
 Bi þe se side;
955Nis he nowar ifunde:
 Walawai þe stunde!
 Wailaway þe while!
 Nu wurþ Rymenild bigiled.'
 Horn iherde wiþ his ires,
960& spak wiþ bidere tires:
 'Knaue, wel þe bitide,
 Horn stondeþ þe biside;
 Aȝen to hure þu turne
 & seie þat heo ne murne,
965For ischal beo þer bitime,
 A soneday bi pryme.'
 Þe knaue was wel bliþe
 & hiȝede aȝen bliue.
 Þe se bigan to þroȝe
970Vnder hire woȝe.
 Þe knaue þere gan adrinke:
 Rymenhild hit miȝte ofþinke.
 Rymenhild vndude þe dure pin
 Of þe hus þer heo was in,
975To loke wiþ hire iȝe
 If heo oȝt of horn isiȝe.
 Þo fond heo þe knaue adrent
 Þat he hadde for horn isent,
 & þat scholde horn bringe.
980Hire fingres he gan wringe.
 
 Horn cam to þurston þe kyng.
 & tolde him þis tiþing.
 Þo he was iknowe
 Þat Rimenhild was his oȝe,
985Of his gode kenne,
 Þe king of Suddenne,
 & hu he sloȝ in felde
 Þat his fader quelde.
 & seide: 'king þe wise,
990Ȝeld me mi seruise,
 Rymenhild help me winne,
 Þat þu noȝt ne linne:
 & ischal do to spuse
 Þi doȝter wel to huse;
995Heo schal to spuse haue
 Aþulf mi gode felaȝe,
 God kniȝt mid þe beste
 & þe treweste.'
 Þe king sede so stille:
1000'Horn, haue nu þi wille.'
 He dude writes sende
 In to yrlonde
 After kniȝtes liȝte,
 Irisse men to fiȝte.
1005To horn come inoȝe,
 Þat to schupe droȝe.
 Horn dude him in þe weie
 On a god Galeie.
 Þe him gan to blowe
1010In alitel þroȝe.
 Þe se bigan to posse
 Riȝt in to Westernesse.
 Hi strike seil & maste
 & Ankere gunne caste.
1015Or eny day was sprunge
 Oþer belle irunge
 Þe word bigan to springe
 Of Rymenhilde weddinge.
 Horn was in þe watere,
1020Ne miȝte he come no latere.
 He let his schup stonde,
 & ȝede to londe.
 His folk he dude abide
 Vnder wude side:
1025Hor him ȝede alone,
 Also he sprunge of stone.
 A palmere he þar mette,
 & faire hine grette:
 'Palmere, þu schalt me telle
1030Al of þine spelle.'
 He sede vpon his tale:
 'I come fram o brudale;
 Ihc was at o wedding
 Of a Maide Rymenhild:
1035Ne miȝte heo adriȝe
 Þat heo ne weop wiþ iȝe:
 Heo sede þat heo nolde
 Ben ispused wiþ golde,
 Heo hadde on husebonde
1040Þeȝ he were vt of londe.
 & in strong halle,
 Biþinne castel walle,
 Þer iwas atte ȝate,
 Nolde hi me in late.
1045Modi ihote hadde
 To bure þat me hire ladde.
 Awai igan glide,
 Þat deol inolde abide.
 Þe bride wepeþ sore,
1050& þat is muche deole.'
 
 Quaþ horn: 'so crist me rede,
 We schulle chaungi wede:
 Haue her cloþes myne,
 & tak me þi sclauyne.
1055Today ischal þer drinke
 Þat some hit schulle ofþinke.'
 His sclauyn he dude dun legge,
 & tok hit on his rigge:
 He tok horn his cloþes,
1060Þat nere him noȝt loþe.
 Horn tok burdon & scrippe,
 & wrong his lippe.
 He makede him a ful chere
 & al bicolmede his swere.
1065He makede him vn bicomelich,
 Hes he nas neuremore ilich.
 
 He com to þe gateward
 Þat him answerede hard.
 Horn bad vndo softe
1070Mani tyme & ofte;
 Ne miȝte he awynne
 Þat he come þerinne.
 Horn gan to þe ȝate turne
 & þat wiket vnspurne;
1075Þe boye hit scholde abugge,
 Horn þreu him ouer þe brigge,
 Þat his ribbes him to brake,
 & suþþe com in atte gate.
 He sette him wel loȝe
1080In beggeres rowe;
 He lokede him abute,
 Wiþ his colmie snute.
 He seȝ Rymenhild sitte
 Ase heo were of witte
1085Sore wepinge & ȝerne:
 Ne miȝte hure noman wurne.
 He lokede in eche halke,
 Ne seȝ he nowhar walke
 Aþulf his felawe,
1090Þat he cuþe knowe.
 Aþulf was in þe ture
 Abute for to pure
 After his comynge,
 Ȝef schup him wolde bringe.
1095He seȝ þe se flowe
 & horn nowar rowe.
 He sede vpon his songe:
 'Horn, nu þu ert wel longe.
 Rymenhild þu me toke
1100Þat ischolde loke.
 Ihc habbe ikept hure eure:
 Com nu oþer neure.
 Ine may no leng hure kepe,
 For soreȝe nu y wepe.'
 
1105Rymenhild Ros of benche
 Wyn for to schenche,
 After mete in sale,
 boþe wyn & ale.
 On horn he bar anhonde,
1110So laȝe was in londe.
 Kniȝtes & squier
 Alle dronken of þe ber.
 Bute horn alone
 Nadde þerof no mone.
1115Horn sat vpon þe grunde,
 Him þuȝte he was ibunde.
 He sede: 'quen so hende,
 Tomeward þu wende;
 Þu ȝef vs wiþ þe furste,
1120Þe beggeres beoþ ofþurste.'
 
 Hure horn heo leide adun
 & fulde him of a brun
 His bolle of a galun,
 For heo wende he were a glotoun.
1125He seide: 'haue þis cuppe
 & þis þing þer vppe.
 Ne saȝ ihc neure, so ihc wene,
 Beggere þat were so kene.
 Horn tok hit his ifere,
1130& sede: 'quen so dere,
 Wyn nelle ihc Muche ne lite
 Bute of cuppe white.
 Þu wenest ibeo a beggere,
 & ihc am a fissere,
1135Wel feor icome bi este
 For fissen at þi feste:
 Mi net liþ her bi honde,
 Bi a wel fair stronde,
 Hit haþ ileie þere
1140Fulle seue ȝere.
 Ihc am icome to loke
 Ef eni fiss hit toke.
 Ihc am icome to fisse:
 Drink to me of disse,
1145Drink to horn of horne:
 Feor ihc am i orne.'
 Rymenhild him gan bihelde,
 Hire heorte bigan to chelde.
 Ne kneu heo noȝt his fissing,
1150Ne horn hym selue noþing:
 Ac wunder hire gan þinke
 Whi he bad to horn drinke.
 Heo fulde hire horn wiþ wyn
 & dronk to þe pilegrym.
1155Heo sede: 'drink þi fulle,
 & suþþe þu me telle
 If þu eure isiȝe
 ?Horn? vnder wude liȝe.'
 Horn dronk of horn a stunde
1160& þreu þe ring to grunde.
 Þe quen ȝede to bure
 Wiþ hire maidenes foure.
 Þo fond heo what heo wolde,
 A ring igrauen of golde
1165Þat horn of hure hadde;
 Sore hure dradde
 Þat horn isteue were,
 For þe Ring was þere.
 Þo sente heo a damesele
1170After þe palmere;
 'Palmere,' quaþ heo, 'trewe,
 Þe ring þat þu þrewe,
 Þu seie whar þu hit nome,
 & whi þu hider come.'
1175He sede: 'bi seint gile,
 Ihc habbe go mani Mile,
 Wel feor bi ȝonde weste,
 To seche my beste.
 Ifond horn child stonde
1180To schupeward in londe.
 He sede he wolde agesse
 To ariue in westernesse.
 Þe schip nam to þe flode
 Wiþ me & horn þe gode;
1185Horn was sik & deide,
 & faire he me preide:
 "Go wiþ þe ringe
 To Rymenhild þe ȝonge."
 Ofte he hit custe;
1190God ȝeue his saule reste.'
 
 Rymenhild sede at þe furste:
 'Herte nu þu berste,
 For horn nastu namore
 Þat þe haþ pined þe so sore.'
1195Heo feol on hire bedde,
 Þer heo knif hudde,
 To sle wiþ king loþe
 & hure selue boþe,
 In þat vlke niȝte,
1200If horn come ne miȝte.
 To herte knif heo sette,
 Ac horn anon hire kepte.
 He wipede þat blake of his swere
 & sede: 'quen so swete & dere,
1205Ihc am horn þinoȝe,
 Ne canstu me noȝt knowe?
 Ihc am horn of westernesse,
 In armes þu me cusse.'
 Hi custe hem mid ywisse,
1210& makeden Muche blisse.
 
 'Rymenhild,' he sede, 'ywende
 Adun to þe wudes ende;
 Þer beþ myne kniȝtes
 Redi to fiȝte,
1215Iarmed vnder cloþe;
 Hi schulle make wroþe
 Þe king & his geste,
 Þat come to þe feste:
 Today ischal hem teche
1220& sore hem areche.'
 
 Horn sprong vt of halle
 & let his sclauin falle.
 Þe quen ȝede to bure
 & fond aþulf in ture.
1225'Aþulf,' heo sede, 'be bliþe,
 And to horn þu go wel swiþe.
 He is vnder wude boȝe,
 & wiþ him kniȝtes Inoȝe.'
 
 Aþulf bigan to springe
1230For þe tiþinge.
 After horn he arnde anon
 Also þat hors miȝte gon:
 He him ouertok ywis,
 Hi makede suiþe Muchel blis.
1235Horn tok his preie
 & dude him in þe weie.
 He com in wel sone,
 Þe ȝates were vndone,
 Iarmed ful þikke
1240Fram fote to þe nekke.
 Alle þat were þerin,
 Biþute his twelf ferin
 & þe king Aylmare,
 He dude hem alle to kare.
1245Þat at þe feste were,
 Here lif hi lete þere.
 Horn ne dude no wunder
 Of ffikenhildes falfe tunge.
 Hi sworen oþes holde
1250Þat neure ne fcholde
 Horn neure bitraie,
 Þeȝ he at diþe laie.
 Hi Runge þe belle
 Þe wedlak for to felle.
1255Horn him ȝede with his
 To þe kinges palais.
 Þer was brid & ale fuete,
 For riche men þer ete.
 Telle ne miȝte tunge
1260Þat gle þat þer was funge.
 
 Horn fat on chaere
 & bad hem alle ihere.
 'King,' he fede, 'þu lufte
 A tale mid þe befte.
1265Ine feie hit for no blame,
 Horn is mi name.
 Þume to kniȝte houe,
 & kniȝthod haue proued.
 To þe king men feide
1270Þat iþe bitraide:
 Þu makedeft me fleme
 & þi lond to reme:
 Þu wendeft þat iwroȝte
 Þat y neure ne þoȝte,
1275Bi Rymenhild for to ligge,
 & þat i wiþ fegge.
 Ne fchal ihc hit biginne,
 Til i fuddene winne.
 Þu kep hure a ftunde,
1280Þe while þat ifunde
 In to min heritage
 & to mi baronage.
 Þat lond ischal ofreche
 & do mi fader wreche.
1285Ischal beo king of tune
 & bere kinges crune,
 Þanne schal Rymenhilde
 Ligge bi þe kinge.'
 
 Horn gan to schupe draȝe
1290Wiþ his yrisse felaȝes,
 Aþulf wiþ him his brother,
 Nolde he non oþer.
 Þat schup bigan to crude,
 Þe wind him bleu lude.
1295Biþinne daies fiue
 Þat schup gan ariue.
 Abute middelniȝte
 Horn him ȝede wel riȝte.
 He tok aþulf bi honde
1300& vp he ȝede to londe.
 Hi founde vnder schelde
 A kniȝt hende in felde.
 Þe kniȝt him aslepe lay
 Al biside þe way.
1305Horn him gan to take
 & sede: 'kniȝt, awake.
 Seie what þu kepest,
 & whi þu her slepest;
 Me þinkþ biþine crois liȝte
1310Þat þu longest to vre driȝte.
 Bute þu wule me schewe,
 Ischal þe to hewe:'
 Þe gode kniȝt vp aros,
 Of þe wordes him gros.
1315He sede: 'ihc haue aȝenes my wille
 Payns ful ylle.
 Ihc was cristene a while;
 Þo icom to þis ille
 Sarazins blake
1320Þat dude me forsake.
 On crist ihc wolde bileue,
 On him hi makede me reue,
 To kepe þis passage
 Fram horn þat is of age,
1325Þat wunieþ bieste,
 Kniȝt wiþ þe beste:
 Hi sloȝe wiþ here honde
 Þe king of þis londe,
 & wiþ him fele hundred,
1330& þerof is wunder
 Þat he ne comeþ to fiȝte.
 God sende him þe riȝte,
 & wind him hider driue,
 To bringe hem of liue.
1335Hi sloȝen kyng Murry,
 Hornes fader king hendy,
 Horn hi vt of londe sente;
 Tuelf felaȝes wiþ him wente,
 Among hem aþulf þe gode,
1340Min oȝene child, my leue fode:
 Ef horn child is hol & sund,
 & Aþulf biþute wund,
 He luueþ him so dere,
 & is him so stere,
1345Miȝte iseon hem tueie,
 For ioie ischolde deie.'
 
 'Kniȝt beo þanne bliþe
 Mest of alle siþe;
 Horn & Aþulf his fere
1350Boþe hi ben here.'
 To horn he gan gon
 & grette him anon.
 Muche ioie hi makede þere
 Þe while hi togadere were.
1355'Childre,' he sede, 'hu habbe ȝe fare?
 Þat ihc ȝou seȝ hit is ful ȝare.
 Wulle ȝe þis lond winne
 & sle þat þeris inne?'
 He sede: 'leue horn child,
1360Ȝut lyueþ þi moder Godhild:
 Of ioie heo miste
 If heo þe aliue wiste.'
 
 Horn sede on his rime:
 'Iblessed beo þe time,
1365Icom to Suddenne
 Wiþ mine irisse menne:
 We schulle þe hundes teche
 To speken vre speche.
 Alle we hem schulle sle
1370& al quic hem fle.'
 Horn gan his horn to blowe,
 His folk hit gan iknowe,
 Hi comen vt of stere,
 Fram hornes banere:
1375Hi sloȝen & fuȝten,
 Þe niȝt & þe vȝten:
 Þe sarazins cunde
 ne lefde þer non in þende.
 Horn let wurche
1380chapeles & chirche.
 He let belles ringe,
 & Masses let singe.
 He com to his Moder halle
 In a roche walle.
1385Corn he let serie
 & makede feste merie.
 Murie lif he wroȝte:
 Rymenhild hit dere doȝte.
 
 ffikenhild was prut on herte,
1390& þat him dude smerte.
 Ȝonge he ȝaf & elde
 Mid him for to helde.
 Ston he dude lede
 Þer he hopede spede.
1395Strong castel he let sette,
 Mid séé him biflette.
 Þer ne miȝte liȝte
 Bute foȝel wiþ fliȝte.
 Bute whanne þe se wiþ droȝe
1400Miȝte come men ynoȝe.
 ffikenhild gan wende
 Rymenhild to schende.
 To woȝe he gan hure ȝerne,
 Þe kyng ne dorste him werne.
1405Rymenhild was ful of mode,
 He wep teres of blode.
 Þat niȝt horn gan swete,
 & heuie forto mete
 Of Rymenhild his make,
1410Into schupe was itake:
 Þe schup bigan to blenche,
 His lemman scholde adrenche.
 Rymenhild wiþ hire honde
 Wolde vp to londe.
1415ffikenhild aȝen hire pelte
 Wiþ his swerdes hilte.
 
 Horn him wok of slape
 So aman þat hadde rape.
 'Aþulf,' he fede, 'felaȝe,
1420To schupe we mote draȝe;
 ffikenhild me haþ idon vnder
 & Rymenhild to do wunder.
 Crist for his wundes fiue
 To niȝt me þuder driue.'
1425Horn gan to schupe Ride,
 His feren him biside.
 ffikenhild or þe dai gan springe
 Al riȝt he ferde to þe kinge,
 After Rymenhild þe briȝte,
1430To wedden hire biniȝte.
 He ladde hure bi þe derke
 In to his nywe werke;
 Þe feste hi bigunne
 Er þat ros þe funne;
1435Er þane horn hit wiste,
 Tofore þe sunne vpriste,
 His schup stod vnder ture
 At Rymenhilde bure.
 Rymenhild litel weneþ heo
1440Þat horn þanne aliue beo.
 Þe castel þei ne knewe,
 For he was so nywe.
 Horn fond sittinde Arnoldin
 Þat was Aþulfes cosin
1445Þat þer was in þat tide
 horn for tabide.
 'Horn kniȝt,' he fede, 'kinges sone,
 Wel beo þu to londe icome:
 Today haþ ywedde fikenhild
1450Þi swete lemman Rymenhild.
 Ne schal iþe lie,
 He haþ giled þe twie
 Þis tur he let make
 Al for þine sake,
1455Ne mai þer come inne
 Noman wiþ ? none ? ginne.
 Horn, nu crist þe wisse
 Of Rymenhild þat þu ne misse.'
 
 Horn cuþe al þe liste
1460Þat eni man of wiste.
 Harpe he gan schewe
 & tok selaȝes fewe,
 Of kniȝtes suiþe snelle
 Þat schrudde hem at wille.
1465Hi ȝeden bi þe grauel
 Toward þe castel:
 Hi gunne murie singe
 & makede here gleowinge.
 
 Rymenhild hit gan ihere
1470& axede what hi were.
 Hi sede: 'hi weren harpurs,
 & sume were gigours.'
 He dude horn in late
 Riȝt at halle gate;
1475He sette him on þe benche
 His harpe for to clenche.
 He makede Rymenhilde lay,
 & heo makede walaway.
 Rymenhild feol yswoȝe,
1480Ne was þer non þat louȝe.
 Hit smot to hornes herte
 So bitere þat hit smerte.
 He lokede on þe ringe
 & þoȝte on Rymenhilde.
1485He ȝede vp to borde
 Wiþ gode suerdes orde.
 ffikenhildes crune
 Þer ifulde adune,
 & Al his men a rowe
1490Hi dude adun þrowe.
 Whanne hi weren aslaȝe,
 Fikenhild hi dude todraȝe.
 Horn makede Arnoldin þare
 King after king Aylmare,
1495Of al westernesse
 For his meoknesse.
 Þe king & his homage
 Ȝeuen Arnoldin trewage.
 
 Horn tok Rymenhild bi þe honde
1500& ladde hure to þe stronde,
 & ladde wiþ him Aþelbrus,
 Þe gode stuard of his hus.
 Þe se bigan to flowe
 & horn gan to Rowe.
1505Hi gunne for ariue
 Þer king modi was sire.
 Aþelbrus he makede þer king
 For his gode teching:
 He ȝaf alle þe kniȝtes ore
1510For horn kniȝtes lore.
 Horn gan for to ride,
 Þe wind him bleu wel wide.
 He ariuede in yrlonde.
 Þer he wo fondede,
1515Þer he dude Aþulf child
 Wedden maide Reynild.
 Horn com to suddenne
 Among al his kenne.
 Rymenhild he makede his quene,
1520So hit miȝte wel beon.
 Al folk hem miȝte rewe
 Þat loueden hem so trewe.
 Nu ben hi boþe dede;
 Crist to heuene hem lede!
1525Her endeþ þe tale of horn,
 Þat fair was & ? noȝt ? vnorn;
 Make we vs glade Eure among,
 For þus him endeþ hornes song.
 Jesus þat is of heuene king
1530Ȝeue vs alle his suete blessing! Amen.
 
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