The Original Middle English of:

Sir Gawayn and Že Grene Kny3t

SIŽEN že sege and že assaut watz sesed at Troye,
Že bor3 brittened and brent to bronde3 and askez,
Že tulk žat že trammes of tresoun žer wro3t
Watz tried for his tricherie, že trewest on erže:
Hit watz Ennias že athel, and his highe kynde,
Žat sižen depreced prouinces, and patrounes bicome
Welne3e of al že wele in že west iles.
Fro riche Romulus to Rome ricchis hym swyže,
With gret bobbaunce žat bur3e he biges vpon fyrst,
And neuenes hit his aune nome, as hit now hat;
Tirius to Tuskan and teldes bigynnes,
Langaberde in Lumbardie lyftes vp homes,
And fer ouer že French flod Felix Brutus
On mony bonkkes ful brode Bretayn he settez

wyth wynne,

Where werre and wrake and wonder
Bi syžez hatz wont žerinne,
And oft boŽe blysse and blunder
Ful skete hat3 skyfted synne.

Ande quen žis Bretayn watz bigged bi žis burn rych,
Bolde bredden žerinne, baret žat lofden,
In mony turned tyme tene žat wro3ten.
Mo ferlyes on žis folde han fallen here oft
Žen in any ožer žat I wot, syn žat ilk tyme.
Bot of alle žat here bult, of Bretaygne kynges,
Ay watz Arthur že hendest, as I haf herde telle.
Forži an aunter in erde I attle to schawe,
Žat a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
And an outtrage awenture of Arthurez wonderez.
If 3e wyl lysten žis laye bot on littel quile,
I schal telle hit as-tit, as I in toun herde,

with tonge,

As hit is stad and stoken
In stori stif and stronge,
With lel letteres loken,
In londe so hatz ben longe.

Žis kyng lay at Camylot vpon Krystmasse
With mony luflych lorde, ledez of že best,
Rekenly of že Rounde Table alle žo rich brežer,
With rych reuel ory3t and rechles meržes.
Žer tournayed tulkes by tymez ful mony,
Justed ful jolilé žise gentyle kny3tes,
Syžen kayred to že court caroles to make.
For žer že fest watz ilyche ful fiften dayes,
With alle že mete and že mirže žat men couže avyse;
Such glaum ande gle glorious to here,
Dere dyn vpon day, daunsyng on ny3tes,
Al watz hap vpon he3e in hallez and chambrez
With lordez and ladies, as leuest him žo3t.
With all že wele of že worlde žay woned žer samen,
Že most kyd kny3tez vnder Krystes seluen,
And že louelokkest ladies žat euer lif haden,
And he že comlokest kyng žat že court haldes;
For al watz žis fayre folk in her first age,

on sille,

Že hapnest vnder heuen,
Kyng hy3est mon of wylle;
Hit were now gret nye to neuen
So hardy a here on hille

mauler's (non-verse) translation:

1
When the siege and the assault were ceased at Troy,
The city broken and burnt to brands and ashes,
The warrior that had wrought the web of treason
Was tried for his treachery, the truest on earth.
It was Aeneas the prince and his noble kin
That then subdued provinces and became lords
Of well-nigh all the wealth in the western isles.
Later royal Romulus hastens to Rome,
With great pomp that city he founds,
And bequeaths to it his own name, which it still bears;
Tirius to Tuscany and begins to build towns;
Langobard in Lombardy raises homes,
And far over the French Flood Felix Brutus
On many broad banks settles Britain

2
And once Britain was begotten by this royal baron,
Bold men bred therein, who loved battle,
Which many a turned time brought them trouble.
Fabulous wonders have fallen upon this fold more often
Than in any other that I know of, since that distant time.
But of all who dwelt here, of the British kings,
Always was Arthur thought noblest, so I have heard tell.
And so a real adventure I aim to relate,
That some men hold a fantastical tale,
And outrageous even among Arthur's wonders.
If you will listen to this lay but only a little while
I shall tell it at once, as I heard it in town,

3
The king lay at Camelot on Christmas
With many a loyal lord, lads of the best quality,
Worthy of the Round Table all those noble brethren,
With rich revelry and reckless merriments.
There tourneyed stout fellows many a time,
Jousted with great jollyness these gentile knights,
Then rode to the court to dance carols.
For there the feast endured a full fifteen days,
With all the meat and mirth that men could handle;
Such gabber and glee glorious to hear,
The din of the day, the dancing at night,
All was highest happiness in halls and chambers
With lords and ladies, each as he liked.
With all the weal of the world they whiled away the time.
The most renowned knights under Christ's domain,
And the loveliest ladies that ever life knew,
And he the comeliest king who rules the court;
For all were these fair folk in the flower of youth,

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