The Lytsteres
5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 70 75 80 85 90 95 100 105 110 115 120 125 130 135 140 145 150 155 160 165 170 175 180 185 190 195 200 205 210 215 220 225 230 235 240 245 250 255 260 265 270 275 280 285 290 295 300 305 310 315 320 325 330 335 340 345 350 355 360 365 370 375 380 385 390 395 400 405 410 415 420	REX   Pes, ye brothellis and browlys, in this broydenesse inbrased,1 And freykis that are frendely your freykenesse to frayne, Youre tounges fro tretyng of triffillis be trased, Or this brande that is bright schall breste in youre brayne. Plextis for no plasis, but platte you to this playne, And drawe to no drofyng, but dresse you to drede, With dasshis. Traveylis noght as traytours that tristis in trayne Or by the bloode that Mahounde bledde, with this blad schal ye blede. Thus schall I brittyn all youre bones on brede Yae, and lusshe all youre lymmys with lasschis. Dragons that are dredfull schall derke in ther denne In wrathe when we writhe or in wrathenesse ar wapped; Agaynste jeauntis ongentill have we joined with ingendis,2 And swannys that are swymmyng to oure swetnes schall be suapped, And joged doune ther jolynes oure gentries engenderand. Whoso repreve oure estate we schall choppe tham in cheynes. All renkkis that are renand to us schall be reverande. Therfore I bidde you sese or any bale be That no brothell be so bolde boste for to blowes, And ye that luffis youre liffis, listen to me As a lorde that is lerned to lede you be lawes. And ye that are of my men and of my menye, Sen we are comen fro oure kyth as ye wele knawe And semlys all here same in this cyté, It sittis us in sadnesse to sette all oure sawes. I DUX   My lorde, we schall take kepe to youre call And stirre to no stede but ye steven us, Ne grevaunce to grete ne to small. REX   Ya, but loke that no fawtes befall. II DUX   Lely, my lord, so we shall; Ye nede not no more for to nevyn us. I DUX   Mounseniour, demene you to menske in mynde what I mene And boune to youre bodword, for so holde I best, For all the comons of this courte bene avoyde clene, And ilke a renke, as resoune as, are gone to ther reste; Wherfore I counsaile, my lorde, ye comaunde you a drynke. REX   Nowe certis, I assente as thou sais, Se ych a qwy is wente on his ways Lightly withouten any delayes. Giffe us wyne wynly and late us go wynke And se that no durdan be done.          Tunc bibit Rex. I DUX   My lorde, unlase you to lye, Here schall none come for to crye. REX   Nowe spedely loke that thou spie That no noyse be neghand this none. I DUX   My lorde, youre bedde is new made;    you nedis noght for to bide it. REX   Ya, but as thou luffes me hartely,    laye me doune softely, For thou wotte full wele    that I am full tendirly hydid. I DUX   Howe lye ye, my goode lorde? REX                      Right wele, be this light, All holé at my desire, Wherfore I praye Ser Satan, oure sire, And Lucifer moste luffely of lyre, He sauffe you all, sirs, and giffe you goode nyght. I MILES   Sir knyght, ye wote we are warned to wende, To witte of this warlowe what is the kyngis will. II MILES   Sir, here is Herowde all even here at oure hende, And all oure entente tyte schall we tell hym untill. I MILES   Who is here? I DUX                           Who is there? I MILES                                             Sir, we are knyghtis kende Is comen to youre counsaill this carle for to kill. I DUX   Sirs, but youre message may myrthis amende, Stalkis furthe be yone stretis, or stande stone still. II MILES   Yis, certis, ser, of myrthis we mene; The kyng schall have matteres to melle hym. We brynge here a boy us betwene, Wherfore have worschippe, we wene. I DUX   Wele, sirs, so that it turne to no tene, Tentis hym and we schall go telle hym. My lorde, yondir is a boy boune that brought is in blame; Haste you in hye, thei hove at youre gates. REX   What, and schall I rise nowe, in the devyllis name To stighill amang straungeres in stales of astate? But have here my hande, halde nowe, And se that my sloppe be wele sittande. I DUX   My lorde, with a goode will I wolde youe, No wrange will I witte at my wittande. But, my lorde, we can tell you of uncouthe tythandes. REX   Ya, but loke ye telle us no tales but trewe. II DUX   My lorde, thei bryng you yondir a boy boune in a bande That bodus outhir bourdyng or bales to brewe. REX   Thanne gete we some harrowe full hastely at hande. I DUX   My lorde, ther is some note that is nedfull to neven you of new. REX   Why, hoppis thou thei haste hym to hyng? II DUX   We wotte noght ther will nor ther wenyng, But boodword full blithely thei bryng. REX   Nowe do than and late us se of there sayng. II DUX   Lo, sirs, ye schall carpe with the kyng And telles to hym manly youre menyng. I MILES   Lorde, welthis and worschippis be with you alway. REX   What wolde thou? II MILES                      A worde, lorde, and youre willes were. REX   Well, saye on, than. I MILES                          My lorde, we fare foolys to flay, Yt to you wolde forfette. REX                            We, faire falle you therfore. I MILES   My lorde, fro ye here what we saie, Itt will heffe uppe youre hertis. REX           Ya, but saie what heynde have ye thore? II MILES   A presente fro Pilate, lorde, the prince of oure lay. REX   Pese in my presence, and nemys hym no more. I MILES   My lorde, he woll worschippe you faine. REX   I consayve ye are ful foes of hym. II MILES   My lorde, he wolde menske you with mayne, And therfore he sendis you this swayne. REX   Gose tyte with that gedlyng agayne And saie hym a borowed bene sette I noght be hym. I DUX   A, my lorde, with youre leve, thei have faren ferre, And for to fraiste of youre fare was no folye. II DUX   My lorde, and this gedlyng go thus it will greve werre, For he gares growe on this grounde grete velanye. REX   Why, menys thou that that myghtyng schulde my myghtes marre? I DUX   Nay, lorde, but he makis on this molde mekill maystrie. REX   Go ynne, and late us see of the sawes ere, And but yf thei be to oure bordyng,    thai both schalle abye. II MILES   My lorde, we were worthy to blame To brynge you any message of mysse. REX   Why, than can ye nemyn us his name? I MILES   Sir, Criste have we called hym at hame. REX   O, this is the ilke selve and the same. Nowe, sires, ye be welcome, ywisse. And in faith I am fayne he is fonne, His farles to frayne and to fele, Nowe thes games was grathely begonne. II MILES   Lorde, lely that likis us wele. REX   Ya, but dar ye hete hartely that harlott is he? I MILES   My lorde, takis hede, and in haste ye schall here howe. REX   Ya, but what menys that this message was made unto me? II MILES   My lorde, for it touches to tresoune, I trowe. I MILES   My lorde, he is culpabill kende in oure contré Of many perillus poyntis, as Pilate preves nowe. II MILES   My lorde, when Pilate herde he had gone thurgh Galyle, He lerned us that that lordschippe longed to you, And or he wiste what youre willis were, No ferther wolde he speke for to spille hym. REX   Thanne knawes he that oure myghtis are the more? I MILES   Ya, certis sir, so saie we thore. REX   Nowe, sertis, and oure frenschippe therfore We graunte hym, and no grevaunce we will hym. And sirs, ye are welcome, ywisse, as ye wele awe, And for to wende at youre wille I you warande, For I have coveite kyndely that comely to knawe, For men carpis that the carle schulde be konnand. II MILES   My lorde, wolde he saie you soth of his sawe, Ye saugh nevir slik selcouth, be see nor be sande. REX   Nowe gois abakke both, and late the boy blowe, For I hope we gete some harre hastely at hande. I MILES   Jerusalem and the Jewes may have joie And hele in ther herte for to here hym. REX   Saie, beene-venew in bone fay, Ne plesew et a parle remoy? II MILES   Nay, my lorde, he can of no bourdyng, this boy. REX   No, sir, with thi leve we schall lere hym. I FILIUS   Mi lorde, se ther knyghtis that knawe and are kene How thai come to youre courte withoutyn any call. REX   Ya, sone, and musteris grete maistries,    what may this bymene? I DUX   My lorde, for youre myghtis are more than thei all, They seke you as soverayne and sertis that is sene. REX   Nowe certis, sen ye saie so, assaie hym I schall, For I am fayner of that freyke then othir fiftene. Yae, and hym that first fande, faire myght hym fall. I MILES   Lorde, lely we lereth you no legh, This liffe that he ledis will lose hym. REX   Wele, sirs, drawes you adrygh And, bewscheris, bryngis ye hym nygh, For yif all that his sleghtis be slye, Yitte or he passe we schalle appose hym. O, my harte hoppis for joie To se nowe this prophette appere. We schall have goode game with this boy; Takis hede, for in haste ye schall here. I leve we schall laugh and have likyng To se nowe this lidderon her he leggis oure lawis. II DUX   Harke, cosyne, thou comys to karpe with kyng; Take tente and be conande, and carpe as thou knowis. I DUX   Ya, and loke that thou be not a sotte of thy saying, But sadly and sone thou sette all thi sawes. REX   Hym semys full boudisch, that boy that thei bryng. II DUX   Mi lorde, and of his bordyng grete bostyng men blawes. REX   Whi, therfore have I soughte hym to see, Loke, bewscheris, ye be to oure bodis boune. I DUX   Knele doune here to the kyng on thy knee. II DUX   Naye, nedelyngis yt will not be. REX   Loo, sirs, he mekis hym no more unto me Thanne it were to a man of ther awne toune. I DUX   Whe, go lawmere, and lerne thee to lowte Or thai more blame thee to bring. REX   Nay, dredeles withouten any doute He knawes noght the course of a kyng, And her beeis in oure bale, bourde or we blynne. Saie firste at the begynnyng withall, where was thou borne? Do, felawe, for thy faith, latte us falle ynne. Firste of thi ferleis, who fedde thee beforne? What, deynes thou not? Lo, sirs, he deffis us with dynne. Say, whare ledde ye this lidrone? His langage is lorne. I MILES   My lorde, his mervaylis to more and to myne, Or musteres emange us both mydday and morne. II MILES   Mi lorde, it were to fele Of wonderes, he workith tham so wightely. I MILES   Whe, man, momelyng may nothyng avayle; Go to the kyng and tell hyme fro toppe unto tayle. REX   Do bringe us that boy unto bale, For lely we leffe hym noght lightly. I DUX   This mop menyes that he may marke men to ther mede;3 He makes many maistries and mervayles emange. II DUX   Five thousand folke faire gon he feede With fyve looffis and two fisshis to fange. REX   Howe fele folke sais thou he fedde? II DUX   Five thousand, lorde, that come to his call. REX   Ya, boye, howe mekill brede he them bedde? I DUX   But five looffis, dare I wele wedde. REX   Nowe, be the bloode that Mahounde bledde, What, this was a wondir at all. II DUX   Nowe, lorde, two fisshes blissid he efte, And gaffe thame and ther none was forgetyn. I DUX   Ya, lorde, and twelve lepfull ther lefte Of releve whan all men had eten. REX   Of such anodir mangery no man mene may. II DUX   Mi lorde, but his maistries that musteris his myght. REX   But saie, sirs, ar ther sawis soth that thei saie? II MILES   Ya, lorde, and more selcouth were schewed to oure sight. One Lazar, a ladde that in oure lande lay, Lay loken undir layre fro lymme and fro light, And his sistir come rakand in rewfull arraye; And lorde, for ther raryng he raysed hym full right And fro his grath garte hym gang Evere forthe, withouten any evill. REX   We, such lesyngis lastis to lange. I MILES   Why, lorde, wene ye that wordis be wronge? This same ladde levys us emang. REX   Why, there hope I be dedis of the devyll. Why schulde ye haste hym to hyng That sought not newly youre newys? II MILES   My lorde, for he callis hym a kyng And claymes to be a kyng of Jewis. REX   But saie, is he kyng in his kyth where he come froo? I MILES   Nay, lorde, but he callis hym a kyng his caris to kele. REX   Thanne is it litill wondir yf that he be woo, For to be weried with wrang sen he wirkis wele; But he schalle sitte be myselfe sen ye saie soo. Comes nerre, kyng, into courte. Saie, can ye not knele? We schalle have gaudis full goode and games or we goo. Howe likis tha? Wele, lorde. Saie — what, devyll nevere a dele? I faute in my reverant in otill moy, I am of favour, loo, fairer be ferre. Kyte oute yugilment. Uta, oy, oy! Be any witte that I watte it will waxe werre. Servicia primet, Such losellis and lurdaynes as thou, loo. Respicias timet, What the devyll and his dame schall I now doo? Do carpe on, carle, for I can thee cure, Say, may thou not here me? Oy, man, arte thou woode? Nowe telle me faithfully before howe thou fore; Forthe, frende, be my faith, thou arte a fonde foode. I DUX   My lorde, it astonys hym, youre steven is so store; Hym had levere have stande stone still ther he stode. REX   And whedir the boy be abasshid of Herrowde byg blure, That were a bourde of the beste, be Mahoundes bloode. II DUX   My lorde, I trowe youre fauchone hym flaies And lettis hym. REX               Nowe lely I leve thee, And therfore schall I waffe it away, And softely with a septoure assaie. Nowe, sir, be perte I thee pray, For none of my gromys schall greve thee. Si loqueris tibi laus, Pariter quoque prospera dantur; Si loqueris tibi fraus, Fell fex et bella parantur.4 Mi menne, ye go menske hym with mayne And loke yhow that it wolde seme. I DUX   Dewcus, fayff, ser, and sofferayne. II DUX   Sir Udins, amangidre demayne. REX   Go, aunswer thaym grathely agayne. What, devyll, whedir dote we or dremys. I MILES   Naye, we gete noght o worde, dare I wele wedde, For he is wraiste of his witte or will of his wone. REX   Ye saie he lakkid youre lawis as ye that ladde ledde. II MILES   Ya, lorde, and made many gaudis as we have gone. REX   Nowe sen he comes as a knave and as a knave cledde, Wherto calle ye hym a kyng? I DUX                       Nay, lorde, he is none, But an harlotte is hee. REX                        What devyll, I ame harde stedde, A man myght as wele stere a stokke as a stone. I FILIUS   My lorde, this faitour so fouly is affrayde, He loked nevere of lorde so langly allone. REX   No, sone, the rebalde seis us so richely arayed, He wenys we be aungelis evere ilkone. II DUX   My lorde, I holde hym agaste of youre gaye gere. REX   Grete lordis augh to be gay; Here schall no man do to thee dere, And therfore yit nemyne in my nere, For by the grete God, and thou garre me swere Thou had nevere dole or this day. Do carpe on tyte, karle, of thy kynne. I DUX   Nay, nedelyngis he nevyns you with none. REX   That schalle he bye or he blynne. II DUX   A, leves lorde. REX                              Lattis me allone. I DUX   Nowe, good lorde, and ye may, meve you no more; Itt is not faire to feght with a fonned foode, But gose to youre counsaille and comforte you there. REX   Thou sais soth, we schall see yf so will be goode, For certis oure sorowes are sadde. II FILIUS   What a devyll ayles hym? Mi lorde, I can garre you be gladde, For in tyme oure maistir is madde; He lurkis, loo, and lokis like a ladde. He is wode, lorde, or ellis his witte faylis hym. III FILIUS   Mi lorde, ye have mefte you as mekill as ye may, For yhe myght menske hym no more, were he Mahounde; And sen it semys to be soo, latte us nowe assaie. REX   Loke, bewscheris, ye be to oure bodis boune. I DUX   Mi lorde, how schulde he dowte us? He dredis not youre drays. REX   Nowe do fourthe, the devyll myght hym droune, And sen he freyms falsed and makis foule frayes, Raris on hym rudely, and loke ye not roune. I FILIUS   Mi lorde, I schall enforce myselffe sen ye saie soo. Felawe, be noght afferde nor feyne not therfore, But telle us nowe some truffillis betwene us twoo, And none of oure men schall medill tham more. And therfore by resoune array thee, Do telle us some poynte for thy prowe. Heris thou not what I saie thee? Thou mummeland myghtyng, I may thee Helpe and turne thee fro tene, as I trowe. II FILIUS   Loke uppe, ladde, lightly and loute to my lorde here, For fro bale unto blisse he may nowe thee borowe. Carpe on, knave, kantely, and caste thee to corde here, And saie me nowe somwhat, thou sauterell, with sorowe. Why standis thou as stille as a stone here? Spare not, but speke in this place here, Thou gedlyng, it may gayne thee some grace here. III FILIUS   My lorde, this faitour is so ferde in youre face here, None aunswere in this nede he nevyns you with none here. Do, bewsheris, for Beliall bloode and his bonys, Say somwhat or it will waxe werre. I FILIUS   Nay, we gete nought one worde in this wonys. II FILIUS   Do crie we all on hym at onys, AL CHYLDER   Oyes, Oyes, Oyes! REX                                         O, ye make a foule noyse for the nonys. III FILIUS   Nedlyng, my lorde, it is nevere the nerre. I FILIUS   Mi lorde, all youre mutyng amendis not a myte, To medill with a madman is mervaille to mene; Comaunde youre knyghtis to clothe hym in white And late hym carre as he come to youre contré. REX   Lo, sirs, we lede you no lenger a lite. Mi sone has saide sadly how that it schuld be; But such a poynte for a page is to parfite. I DUX   Mi lorde, fooles that are fonde, thei falle such a fee. REX   What, in a white garmente to goo Thus gayly girde in a gowne? II DUX   Nay, lorde, but as a foole forcid hym froo. REX   How saie ye, sirs, schulde it be soo? AL CHYLDER   Ya, lord. REX                                  We, than is ther no more But boldely bidde tham be boune. Sir knyghtis, we caste to garre you be gladde, Oure counsaile has warned us wisely and wele: White clothis we saie fallis for a fonned ladde, And all his foly in faith fully we feele. I DUX   We will with a goode will for his wedis wende, For we wotte wele anowe what wedis he schall were. II DUX   Loo, here is an haterell here at youre hende, All faciound therfore foolis to feere. I MILES   Loo, here a joppon of joie, All such schulde be gode for a boy. I DUX   He schalle be rayed like a roye And schall be fonne in his folie. II DUX   We, thanke tham, evyll motte thou thee. I MILES   Nay, we gete noght a worde, wele I warand. II MILES   Man, mustir some mervaile to me. I DUX   What, wene ye he be wiser than we? Leffe we and late the kyng see Howe it is forcyd and farand. Mi lorde, loke yf ye be paied, For we have getyn hym his gere. REX   Why, and is this rebalde arayed? Mi blissing, bewscheris, ye bere. Gose, garre crye in my courte    and grathely garre write All the dedis that we have done in this same degré. And who fyndis hym greved    late hym telle tyte; And yf we fynde no defaute    hym fallis to go free. I DUX   Oyes. Yf any wight with this wriche any werse wate, Werkis, beris wittenesse who so wirkis wrang, Buske boldely to the barre, his balis to abate, For my lorde, be my lewté, will not be deland. My lorde, here apperes none to appeyre his estate. REX   Wele thanne, fallis hym goo free. Sir knyghtis, thanne grathis you goodly to gange And repaire with youre present and saie to Pilate We graunte hym oure frenschippe all fully to fang. I MILES   My lorde, with youre leve this way schall we lere, Us likis no lenger to abide here. II MILES   Mi lorde, and he worthe ought in were, We come agayne with goode chere. REX   Nay, bewscheris, ye fynde us not here; Oure leve will we take at this tyde And rathely araye us to reste, For such notis has noyed us or nowe. I DUX   Ya, certis, lorde, so holde I beste, For this gedlyng ungoodly has greved you. II DUX   Loke ye bere worde as ye wotte, Howe wele we have quitte us this while. I MILES   We, wise men will deme it we dote, But if we make ende of oure note. REX   Wendis fourth, the devyll in thi throte. We fynde no defaute hym to slee. Wherfore schulde we flaye hym or fleme hym We fynde noght in rollis of recorde. And sen that he is dome, for to deme hym, Ware this a goode lawe for a lorde? Nay, losellis, unlely ye lerned all to late, Go lere thus lordingis of youre londe such lessons to lere. Repaire with youre present and saie to Pilate We graunte hym oure poure all playne to appere, And also oure grevaunce forgeve we algate, And we graunte hym oure grace with a goode chere. As touchyng this brothell that brawlis or debate, Bidde hym wirke as he will, and wirke noght in were. Go telle hym this message fro me, And lede fourth that mytyng, evyll motte he thee. I MILES   Mi lorde, with youre leve, late hym be, For all to longe ledde hym have we. II MILES   What, ye sirs, my lorde, will ye see? REX   What, felawes, take ye no tente what I telle you And bid you, that yoman ye yeme? II MILES   Mi lorde, we schall wage hym an ill way. REX   Nay, bewscheris, be not so bryme, Fare softely, for so will it seme. I MILES   Nowe sen we schall do as ye deme, Adewe, sir. REX   Daunce on, in the devyll way.	(see note); (t-note) men; manliness inquire into speaking; trifles; suppressed sword; smash Plead; places; fall down; plain riot; behave in fear blows Work; rely on deception blade hack; (i.e., every one) beat; lashes; (t-note) lurk anger are wrapped (t-note) smitten cut; nobles begetting challenge; clap men; reigning; revering cease ere; misery boasting; vent loves; lives company (family) region assembled; together seriousness to set forth; sayings (ideas) pay attention place; call too; too mistakes Truly (Loyally) tell may you please; honor; (t-note) remain obliged; command are all gone away all men; as reason requires; (see note) each man Quickly pleasantly; sleep noise Then the king drinks; (t-note) unlace; (see note) nearing; midnight wait [for] love know have very tender skin (i.e., wholly as I wish) (see note) figure save; give told; (see note) learn; warlock Herod’s hall; hand very soon known churl Sneak forth by good news concern honor; believe mischief Attend to bound; as one blamed quickly; wait intervene; in court hold overgarment; not askew; (see note) (i.e., will I wish to know of) novel (outlandish) bonds (ropes) bodes either entertainment; trouble turmoil news; mention expect; hang their intent message properly (courteously) wealth if it were your will make fools to [be] punished offend (i.e., may you prosper) hear heave creature (person); (t-note) law Peace; name; (see note) gladly honor; [all his] strength man gadling borrowed bean set; by come from afar discover; opinion if; grieve worse causes (to) insignificant fellow earth; deeds (see note) enjoyment abide (t-note) evil name (tell) home glad; found marvels; question; experience directly truly dare; promise honestly hear means [it] think known [to be]; country proves Galilee informed; belonged until he knew condemn greater ought [to be] permit wished naturally; comely person say; churl; cunning saw; such wonders; sea let; give vent matter of significance; (see note) well-being welcome in good faith; (see note) (i.e., Doesn’t it please you to speak with me) joking around teach perform; deeds suggest certainly; seen (obvious) test more interested in; man than [any] found tell; lie leads stand aside (see note) ere; question believe wicked fellow; expounds cousin Pay attention; cunning fool for set forth; words (sayings) sullen idle talk; boasting; give vent good men; orders obedient of necessity humbles himself own fool; reverence (bow) surely; doubt protocol; (see note) custody, entertain [us]; put an end (i.e., Speak); begin marvels; fed (raised) deign; deafens; din; (t-note) rascal; lost; (t-note) less musters (shows) too many frequently mumbling (t-note) custody (i.e., judge) (t-note) deeds (see note); (t-note) partake of; (t-note) many offered wager also baskets leftovers meal; speak deeds [are] what show; (t-note) sayings true; (t-note) wonders locked; earth; leam (gleam); (t-note) rushing in distress roaring (lamenting) up from; grave made; go lies; too long believe lives hang until recently; (i.e., annoyance) region cares to alleviate woeful (depressed) cursed; wrong; performs good deeds if you sports; ere deal (i.e., no speaking) (i.e., am not honored); (see note) appearance; by far I fear; worse Duty demands dull fellows; rascals Let him be wary and fear assist hear; mad fared [Come] forth; foolish person astonishes; voice; strong; (see note) rather; where he stood big bluster (see note) falchion; frightens hinders him [from speaking]; (t-note) wave try (test) alert retainers; grieve (see note) honor; strength (see note) courteously get not a; wager wrested; distraught found fault with jests (tricks) clad; (see note) (t-note) pressed bestir deceiver; afraid looked at; for so long alone son thinks gear (clothes) ought; finely dressed harm speak; ear cause misery before necessarily; speaks [to]; nothing pay for; concludes leave (enough of this) fight; fond fool solemn make mad; fails tried honor test [him] commands bound (obliged) fear; threats go forth; drown; (t-note) frames (makes) falsehood; riots Roar; mutter; (t-note) attempt hold back trifles concern themselves prepare point (detail); profit Hear mumbling trouble; (t-note) bow (kneel) save you boldly; accord wretch (hypocrite) deceiver; afraid of speaks to; (i.e., at all) bones (relics); (t-note) worse once (t-note) nonce Necessarily; nearer; (t-note) disputing; mite wonder (see note) go detain; longer a little (time) solemnly too perfect (i.e., difficult) fail; reward (t-note) bound try to cause are appropriate; foolish see (perceive) clothes wear garment; hands; (t-note) fashioned; befit jupon (tunic) good arrayed; king found (shown) thrive create Heave [off] faring pleased clothing announce; (see note) appropriately cause to be written aggrieved guilt [it] befalls him man; wretch; worse knows; (t-note) bears Come; miseries faith; judging challenge prepare return; (see note) take (have) leave; take (i.e., if he acts suspiciously) quickly; (t-note) matters; annoyed; ere acquitted ourselves judge; [act] foolish Unless slay; (see note) punish; condemn legal rolls; (see note) dumb; condemn Is disloyally; too teach; learn company power; fully in all respects disputes suspiciously; (see note) small (insignificant) fellow too attention yeoman; look after reward impatient (see note)