whan they were in the shyppes wel arayed and garnysshed of al thynge that theym neded and had taken theyr leue of the lordes and of theyr frendes they drewe vp sayles had wynde at wyll departed with grete Ioye out of the hauen of hampton And Ponthus toke his leue of the kenge the quene of Genneuer her doughter So there was ynoughe of sorowe wepynge they made Ponthus to promys them to come agayne se them as soone as he myght come vnto an ende of his warre And he thanked theym hyghly of the grete honour that they had made hym The kynge of scottes and the kynge of Irlonde the kynge of cornewayle they conueyed Ponthus whyther he wolde or not to y e shyppes and there he toke his leue of them with grete heuynes and the kynge of Irlonde sayd vnto hym Now I se well that ye loue me not ye that haue done so moche for me that neytheyr I nor my realme may neuer deserue it to you ye wyll not suffre me to go with you to bere you felawshyp Syr sayd Ponthus I thanke you I refuse not your good helpe after that I fynde in my countre yf nede be but I shall neyther lede you nor none of myne lordes tyll that I knowe more how that the countre standeth for certayne causes Soo they toke theyr leue that one of that other thus departed Ponthus from the realme of englonde with his army And his goynge was sore complayned of the men of the londe So he sayled daye and nyght that he londed by Uennes he ordeyned his nauy to abyde in the hyghe see and sayd that he wolde not that they sholde come to londe nor shewe past a forty shyppes and that they sholde make them marchaūtes to come for salte to y e bay So he ordeyned well his nauy all his nede toke with hym certayne vessell where as he wolde londe and well a thre hondred fyghtynge men londed by nyght bytwene Auroy ▪ vennes there he ordeyned that they sholde not goo thens tyll they herde tydynges of hym that they sholde come to hym lyke as he sholde sende theym worde and this was on the mondaye of Pentecost and the weddynge sholde be on the tuesdaye of y e kynge of bourgoyne and Sydoyne Than he lepte on horsbacke he and a man with hym on the tuesdaye in the mornynge betymes And as he rode he met with a poore palmer beggynge his brede the whiche had his gowne all to clouted and an olde pylled hatte so he alyght and sayd to the palmer frende we shall make a chaunge of all our garmentes for ye shall haue my gowne and I shall haue yours and youre hatte A syr sayd the palmer ye bourde you with me In good fayth sayd Ponthus I do not so he dyspoyled hym and cladde hym with all his rayment he put vpon hȳ y e poore mannes gowne his gyrdell his hosyn his shone his hatte and his bourden And than his man sayd vnto hym syr what do ye be ye out of your wytte that haue gyuen your clothes for suche an habyte Holde thy peas sayd ponthus thou wotest not why that I do it kepe the pryuely thy two horses here at y e townes ende go not awaye tyll that I come agayne to the. ¶ How Ponthus departed from his dwarfe wente to Uennes lyke a pylgrym how he founde Guenelet and the kynge of Bourgoyne SO he wente forth with his bourden came in to the waye where as the kynge of bourgoyne sholde passe And anone after he sawe comynge his somers and his offycers than after he sawe the kynge come rydynge on a palfray comynge togyder he and Guenelet the traytour the kȳge helde his hande on Guenelettes sholdre as they passed Ponthus sayd Se here two well nourysshed felawes for bothe they haue grete belyes A saynt Mary sayd he to Guenelet your bely hathe receyued many a fatte morsell of the courte ye are full well shapen for to be a veray grete flaterer of the courte Guenelet wexed reed was an angred tourned his hors and sayd vnto hym what fals trewande must thou myssay me so he wolde haue stryken hym with his warderer Ponthus lyft vp his bourden and came to hymwarde and sayd that he wolde make his berde yf he touched hym the kynge sayd to Guenelet lete the trewande go for men sholde haue no worshyp for to touche hym So they wente forth And Ponthus that loued theym not made as he had ben a fole mocked them folowed after came to y e courte as he sawe y t men went in he threste in amonge the prees the porters wende for to haue put hym out toke hym by bothe sholders for to haue put hym abacke but Ponthus threwe hym vnderfote and passed forthe sayd that he was one of the poore men that sholde ete before the bryde in y e worshyp of god and of his apostles ¶ How Sydoyne knewe the pylgrym Ponthus by a rynge that she had gyuen hym or he went for to dwell in Englonde AT the solempne feest of this maryage of the kynge of bourgoyne and of Sydoyne at after mete the bryde sholde gyue them drȳke her owne handes suche was the custome there So Ponthus went and set hym downe as for one of y e poore men grete was the weddynge and grete was the feest Ponthus ete but lytell but loked vpon his lady the whiche was ryght symple all for wepte for Guenelet had affermed ouer all y t Ponthus was in Irlonde she wende veryly that it had be soo After mete whan the tables were take vp they ledde the bryde vnto her chambre for to chaunge her aray and her attyre for to go vnto the scaffolde for to se the Iustes And as they went to her chambre there was a tresaunce where as the .xiii. poore men were And there were two gentylwomen that one had a grete potte of syluer full of wyne that other helde a cuppe of golde Sydoyne toke the cuppe and gaue euery man drynke And Ponthus was the laste and he toke the cuppe and dranke and lette fall in the cuppe a rynge of golde with a dyamounde the whiche that she hadde gyuen hym as ye haue herde before whan he had dronken he sayd vnto her pryuely Madame drynke the lytell remenaunt for the loue of Ponthus And whan she herde the name of Ponthus her herte lepte in her breste and soo she dranke the remenaūt and as she dranke she apperceyued knewe the rynge so she was all entred in to Ioye and wyste neuer what to thynke Than she called Elyos her gentylwoman and badde her in counseyll that she sholde brynge the moche poore man in to her warderobe the other poore people wende that she wolde haue gyuen hym some thynge or some grete gyfte for the loue of god for they knewe her for a good
of margaretes that it was meruayll for to se the grete ryches that it was worthe for it was praysed more than thyrty thousande besauntes of golde The kyÌ„ge sawe theym and sayd to his doughter Fayre doughter ye be not maryed to prynce dyssheryted god hath gyuen hym and you fayre good and ryche and noble lo ye ought to thanke god After that Ponthus gaue to the kynge ryght fayre gyftes and good Iewelles as precyous stones perles and cuppes of golde and to the barons of Brytayne he gaue gyftes of golde ryches after that they were he was moche praysed for his grete gyftes and of his grete largesse The day of the maryage were the lordes of Englonde of Irlonde of scotlonde rychely arayed and they of brytayne dyde them grete worshyp Grete was the feest grete was the Ioye of mynstrelles and of heraldes Grete gyftes gaue them Ponthus There was many rhynges bytwene y e courses And there were made many meruayllous thynges Ponthus made auowe whiche was moche spoken of for he sayd thus bycause that men sholde nâ—t saye the kynges doughter hath taken a man without londe therfore I make myne auowe that neuer shal I come in her bedde tyll that I be lorde of the realme and londe whiche was my faders crowned or elles I shall dye therfore And I auowe to god y t I neuer kyssed her nor requyred her of thynge that sholde tourne to disworshyp whan that I departed out of this countree nor thought more to doo vnto her than vnto myne owne moder Soo he sayd thus bycause of the wordes the kynge had meued before tyme for the whiche he departed from brytayne And whaÌ„ Sydoyne wyste y t he had made this auowe she was ryght Ioyfull therof all thoughe she had leuer haue had his felawshyp so it was moche spokeÌ„ of some sayd that he was a ryght good man and a trewe knyght and some sayd that he had delayed the grete frendshyp disporte that she supposed to haue hadde with hym Than sayd the kynge in good fayth I was to hasty to byleue suche tales so lyghtly The feest was ryght grete but the kynge wolde not that yere sholde be Iustes for the auenture of that befell of the kynge of bourgoyne for fere that some myschefe sholde haue befallen And than they began to synge daunce and made many geÌ„tylmanly dysportes And at euen Ponthus came in to the chambre to Sydoyne and said vnto her A my swete loue all my Ioye my herte my lyfe all my sustynaunce I haue ben to hasty of the auowe that I haue made but in good fayth I made it for to saue your worshyp for the wycked tongues of the worlde are alwaye redy to reporte the worste And for trouth my fayre loue I shall suffre greter dysease than ony body for the grete desyre that I haue to be bytwene your armes but god wyll I shall be there hasty for it is the gretest desyre that myne herte hath My swete loue and lorde sayd she wote it well that all your pleasure is myne we ought to desyre no thyÌ„ge so moche as worshyp and good name so ye haue done well for to put awaye the doubte of the mysse sayers Inoughe they talked togyder than they halsed and kyssed there was moche Ioye feestynge of armes tyll the .xv. dayes were passed There was y e monstre and the brytons were nombred foure thousande fyue hondred armed men And of the normans twelue hondred and were all waged payed for syxe monethes It was a fayre thynge for to se theym assemble with the nauy of Englonde ¶ How Ponthus departed from Brytayne for to go â—onquere his countree PPonthus toke his leue of y e kynge and of Sydoyne And by flatery this Guenelet dyde soo moche that he abode with the kynge with Sydoyne as all gouernour keper of them And Ponthus toke hym a party of his tresoure to kepe So at the departynge there was wepynge ynoughe of Sydoyne and of the ladyes Ponthus kyssed her toke his leue and betoke her the moost parte of his Iowelles rychesse to kepe Than he departed wente by londe passed by nauntes came to sable danlon to derbendelles there was his grete nauy And there arryued Geffrey de lesygnen Androwe de la toure with grete felawshyp And than Ponthus receyued theym with grete Ioye as the two knyghtes straungers of the worlde that he loued beste than he gaue theym grete gyftes And than came Guyllam de roches a good knyghte Paraunt de rocheforte the lorde de douay Pyers de donne Gerarde de chateau goutyer Iohn meleurier with the herupoys Of the manseaus beaunmount la vale Sygles de doncelles and other of the countre of mayne Of Tourayne baussay mayle hay of other tourangeaus Of poytw the vycount of toures the erles brother of marche maulyon chastemur la garnache dyuers other Ponthus gaue them grete gyftes that they all were abasshed of his largesse sayd that there was none to serue hym he is worthy to conquere and to gouerne all the worlde by his grete courtesye and largesse To euery baron knyght he delyuered shyppes after that they had people And than they toke the see and departed with grete Ioy. It taryed not longe that all the nauy assembled soo it was a good syght to se the shyppes and the sayles drawen vp that it semed a grete forest So they had wynde at wyll passed the yle of doloron And whan they were a .vi. myle from the columpne Ponthus made the ancres for to be caste and all the shyppes to abyde he sayd to the lordes to the chyefteynes it were good to entre in to the countre by nyght for the mone shyneth and therfore lette vs londe a thre or foure myle from columpne and than to withdrawe our nauy agayne for I wolde not sayd Ponthus that they of y e countree sholde knowe vs for certayne causes Than he ordeyned aboute y e sonne goynge downe that they sholde departe and so they dyde And soo they londed a foure myle frome the cyte of columpne Whan they were londed they sente theyr shyppes in to the hyghe see bycause that they sholde not be aspyed Than they hydde them in a valey vnder a grete wood and helde themselfe as preuy as they myght ¶ How Ponthus founde his vncle the Erle of desture syr Patrycke y e knyght in a chapell by columpne THan Ponthus toke an hors rode out at the wood syde for to se yf he myght fyÌ„de ony man of the couÌ„tree for to wete and to knowe the rule of the londe So it befell y t he came to a lytell chapell ryght deuoute It happened of fortune y t the erle of desture Ponthus vncle syr Patrycke y e knyght y t saued him his .xiii. felawes were rysen afore day So these two knyghtes loued togyder as bretherne and they
it were grete foly to refuse hym And the kynge sente vnto Sydoyne hymselfe sayd vnto her fayre doughter I am olde and aged I haue no chylde but you ye be desyred of many kȳges grete lordes and I haue herde saye he that refuseth reason reason wyll refuse hym so it befalleth often wherof god gyue grace it do not so by you Fayre doughter y e kynge of Bourgoyne desyreth you and he is neuewe to the kynge of Fraunce he is ryght myghty and a ryche kynge Soo me semeth he ought not to be refused and as for me yf it lyke you I am accorded therto Syr sayd Sydoyne it is noo nede yet to be wedded Truely sayd the kynge ye haue so longe forborne I knowe noo cause why but I shall neuer loue you but yf ye accorde you to this She was sore abasshed and heuy that her fader helde her soo shorte she sayd vnto hym Syr ye wote well there is no thynge ye wyll cōmaunde me to do but I wyll doo it with a good wyll My ryght dredefull lorde I tell you in counseyll that there is a sykenes in me I dare not tell it but with y e grace of god I shall be hole of it but it wyll be fyrst somer or aboute Pentecost at that tyme I shal fulfyl your wyll Truely sayd the kynge it suffyseth me I forgyue you tyll y e terme that was the seuenth yere that Ponthus set terme that he departed frome Sydoyne The kynge was well pleased with his doughter tolde vnto Guenelet of y e terme that she had set hym Guenelet sayd that it was well done he sente vnto the kynge of Bourgoyne that the maryage was graunted to be on tuesdaye in Pentecoste Sydoyne was in grete dysease sente dyuers tymes to wete yf she myght haue ony tydȳges of Ponthus she coude none here bycause he had chaunged his name and so was she in grete sorowe bothe daye nyght whan he tyme drewe nyghe she was sore dysmayed and sente after Harlant and sayd vnto him A Harlant my dere frende I haue grete sorowe that my lorde is so affonned on Guenelet whiche maketh hym for to do many straunge thynges one is to put you out of your offyce and also by his fals wyles he wyll put awaye the beste knyght that at this daye bereth armes as men saye y t was Ponthus that ye taught nourysshed thre yere the whiche loued you so well he maketh my lorde to do many shamefull thynges by his fals flaterynge in lyke wyse he maketh me to be gyuen to the kynge of Bourgoyne ayenst my wyll for men saye y t he hath many euyll condycyons also he is aged corsyous and lame and dronklew but I may not do ayenst my lordes cōmaundement so the terme draweth nygh of Pentecost And I wote well yf Ponthus wyfte it he wolde set remedy therto so I praye you that by your counseyll remedy may be had for there is no man in the worlde that I wolde discouer me to saue onely vnto you ¶ How Sydoyne sente Olyuer sone to Harlant in to Englonde for to fynde Ponthus MAdame sayd Harlant neuer god wyll that ye shall haue an housbonde of suche condycyons But I shall tell you what we shall do Olyuer my sone is one of the knyghtes as ferre forth as I knowe y t Ponthus loueth best he shall go in to Englonde enquere of hym in to scotlonde Irlonde whyther he be a lyue or deed so he shall knowe the trouth A sayd she in good fayth ye saye well So Harlant spake vnto his sone whiche wente w t good wyll charged hym of all y e mater bytwene Ponthus Sydoyne toke hym money ynoughe for his exspences Soo Olyuer passed the see londed at hampton where he requyred of Ponthus And he founde well that seuen yere afore there was passed in to the courte y e goodlyest knyght the best that euer men myght se but he named hym self Surdyt de driot voyce Olyuer supposed y t it was he that he had chaunged his name for certayne causes soo he rode forth he his man came thrughe the forest where he founde theues bycause he coude not well speke the langage of the countre bycause they sawe hym well arayed rychely they ranne vpon hȳ and toke hym dyspoyled hym toke from hym all that euer he had and hurte hym foule but he escaped from them in the forest and saued hymselfe so he had grete honger thurste grete colde So he sorowed sore for he myght fynde no comforte of his dysease the lettynge of his enquest greued hym wors than all his losse He passed the forest and wente beggynge his mete fro dore to dore tyll he came to the kynges hous and it was the same daye that the kynge of scotlonde had spoken vnto Ponthus of the maryage of his nece Genneuer ¶ How Olyuer founde Ponthus in the courte of y e kynge of Englonde POnthus was in the courte where as he behelde Iustes dysportes of yonge knyghtes dyuers maners Olyuer was all naked dyspoyled loked aboute hym sawe Ponthus knewe hym well So he came kneled downe afore hym sayd to hym My lorde Ponthus god gyue you good lyfe increase you in the worshyppe that ye be in Ponthus was all abasshed sayd vnto hym Frende to whome speke ye Syr I speke to you that I knowe well for ye be ponthus the kynges sone of Galyce ye haue forgoten the countre of Brytayne thoughe I be poore naked it is befall me in sekynge of you And ye ought to knowe me for I am Olyuer the sone of Harlant And whan Ponthus herde hym he loked vpon hym knewe hȳ well And than he toke of his mantell caste it aboute syr Olyuer toke hym by the hande kyssed hym wepynge myght no worde saye vnto hym Thā he toke hym by the hande ledde hym in to his chambre and it was a grete whyle or he myghte speke And whan that he myght speke he sayd vnto hym A dere brother and frende how doo they in your countre how be ye thus arayed tolde hym all the mater frome the begynnynge to the ende Ponthus cladde hym with the best clothes that he had and whan he was arayed he a ryght goodly knyght Than he tolde vnto Ponthus how he was robbed in poynte to be deed and how y t he came beggȳge his brede fro dore to dore after he tolde hym how Guenelet had all the rule of Brytayne and how the kynge byleued in no man but in hym how that he had put out his fader of his offyce of the seneshall shyppe of brytayne And after he tolde hym of Sydoyne how that she sholde neuer consent to no maryagesyth that he departed of the grete dysease
woman ryght charytable and whan she was in her warderobe there was none but she Elyos the poore man Than Sydoyne spake fyrst and sayd vnto hym Swete frende and loue who toke you the rynge that I founde in the cuppe I praye you tell me and hyde it not from me Wote ye not quod he to whome ye toke it to yes sayd she is he deed or a lyue tell me Truely sayd he he is on lyue She Ioyned her handes togyder thanked god and sayd lorde I thanke the of thy grace O madame wende ye that he were deed ye truly said she for Guenelet had soo affermed it ouer all Madame sayd he yf ye sawe hym what wolde ye saye what sholde I saye sayd she neuer erst befell me so grete Ioy as I sholde haue Whan he herde all this he fordyde no more his speche toke a cloth and rubbed his vysage anone she knewe hym A sayd she ye be Ponthus the thynge in the worlde that I moost loue nexte god my fader and ye be ryght welcome Than she had grete Ioy halfed hym A madame sayd he I haue grete Ioye y t ye be so well and rychely maryed and he sayd it for to assay her A my swete loue sayd she speke neuer therof for I shall neuer haue other than you yf it please you for to haue me for I swere to you bothe with mouthe and w t herte and so y ◠latter dede standeth for nought for the fyrste othe must be holden A madame thynke neuer for to take a poore man beggynge his brede and to leue a ryche kynge and a myghty I wolde neuer coūseyll you so for to acquyte your trouth Ryght dere knyght and loue sayd she I shall neuer haue other but you for I sholde be a thousande tymes more at hertes ease to suffre in youre felawshyp the pouerte dysease that ye suffre than all the rychesse with y e myghtyest kynge that is And yf ye haue ony pouerte or trybulacyon god hathe sente you for to assaye you the whiche after wyl sende you of rychesse more than euer ye had so that ye haue good truste in hym Whan Ponthus herde of the grete trouthe of Sydoyne and stedfastnes of her the teres fell from his eyen after smyled sayd Madame neuer truer nor better lady was there neuer than ye be I shall hyde no thynge fro you wete it for trouth that I haue more golde syluer and precyous stones Iewelles seuen tymes than hathe my lorde your fader and also I haue .xii. thousande men of armes waged for halfe a yere to conquere the realme that was my faders so dysmay you for no thȳge but I shall tell you what ye shall doo make Polydes my cosyn germayne for to lede you and that he kepe him with you and all my felowes suche as loue me and I shall come se you in suche araye Soo he tolde her how he sholde be arayed and ordeyned and I may no lenger abyde with you And toke his leue and folde her in his armes halsed her and yet durste not kysse nor desyre for to kysse her ¶ How Ponthus came to the Iustes and Iusted at auenture with the kynge of Burgoyne and ouerthrewe hym so that he dyed SO he wente his waye haltynge as he had ben a lame begger came to his man that abode him lepte vpon horsbacke came to the wode where as he had lefte his felawshyp whan they sawe hym in suche plyght they knewe hym not and some there were that wolde haue taken hym for a spye but he began to laughe sayd I am Ponthus quod he to them and than euery man knewe hym so there was game ynoughe Syr sayd the erle of Gloucestre almoost we had doo you shame how be ye thus dysguysed Fayre lordes quod he I dyde it for a cause I wolde not ben knowen Than ordeyned he y t euery man sholde arme them for to come to y e Iustes that they sholde come by ·xx by .xxx. to the scaffolde that none sholde Iuste but by his cōmaundement he tolde them of the maryage and of the grete feest that was there So Ponthus arayed hym and fourty knyghtes all in a sute of the best of the notablest of all his felawshyp And he tolde theym all his mater that he had to doo So they came to Iuste in the ranges the brytons the bourgoygnyons were sore ameruaylled what they were y t were so nobly arayed that so well Iusted And Sydoyne was come before to the scaffoldes with ladyes and gentylwomen Polydes ladde her by the brydel and therfore was Guenelet ryght wrothe that Polydes had taken it from hym saynge vnto him that she had so cōmaunded hym And she had tolde hym afore that he sholde se Ponthus his cosyn germayne wherfore Polydes had so grete Ioye that no herte myght thynke it and than she tolde it to all his felowes saue onely Guenelet wherfore they were all as Ioyous as they myght be it is not to for aske yf Sydoyne had all worldly Ioye in her herte So she sawe Ponthus comynge the whiche was more semelyer than ony other knyght more goodlyer he Iusted from ranke to ranke bette downe knyghtes horses and brake speres dyde meruayles in armes Sydoyne bowed downe to Polydes tolde hym Se ye yonder knyght armed in purple and asure with a whyte lady that holdeth a lyon enchayned ouer the lyon ben letters of golde that sayth God helpe the fourty felawes And they ben all in sute of hym saue onely they haue no letters of golde truely he with y e letters of golde is Ponthus your cosyn germayne and all the other ben of his felawshyp So Polydes helde hȳ with Sydoyne lyke as she had cōmaūded hym The kynge of bourgoyne came in to the felde vpon a grete Iennet of spayne he was rychely armed with hym forty knyghtes in a sute euery man his spere in his hande so they begā to renne Iuste And whan Ponthus sawe them he dressed hym towarde them and began to ouerthrowe bothe hors man soo that euery man was abasshed for to mete with hym The kynge of Brytayne y t was on the scaffoldes with the ladyes the olde knyghtes asked who was that goodly knyght that had the lady in his shelde holdeth a lyon enchayned with letters of golde and hath so many knyghtes in a sute euery body sayd that they wyste neuer saue that he hytteth none but that he ouerthroweth So he ouerthrowe beteth doune knyghtes and horses and what dedes of armes that he doth he is a stronge aduersary ▪ Truly the lady of Dueyl whiche was ryght wyse a fayre lady I sawe neuer no knyght erst y t coude soo well ryde an hors nor none y t resembled so moche Ponthus on whose soule god haue mercy Than sayd the kynge to Sydoyne
in the towne on y e stronger partye for he wolde auenge hym well on the traytour y t wolde haue you ayenst your wyl And the squyers the gentylwomen the whiche were at the deth wood for honger as it was noo meruayll for it was passed foure dayes and more that they had eten no maner of thynge they sayd Madame ye shall be cause of the deth of the kynge youre fader of you and vs it were better to take the vnhappy man than for to do wors Whan she sawe that she muste nedes do it for to saue her fader more than for her owne deth that she recked not of she sayd that syth it is so she shall do her wyll Than she wente to y e wyndowe dyde call Guenelet and he came so she tourned agayne sent her fader badde hym to speke to Guenelet yf he myght fynde none other remedy that ye sholde accorde with him so that he haue .viii. dayes or more of respyte yf ye may to recouer vs of the honger sorowe that he hath set vs in The kynge rose vp spake to Guenelet and she wed hym that by strength he sholde neuer gete y e loue of her that he wolde leue his enterpryse he sholde gyue hym townes castelles or what thynge y t he wolde haue He answered agayne y t he wolde not take all y e realme but y t he wolde haue her syth y t her lorde had gyuen her to hym Than sayd the kynge here is but lytell reason I doubte me y t ye wyll not reioyse her longe All auayled not y t the kynge sayd for he was more in cursydnes than he was afore And sayd not for to dye he wolde leue his enterpryse what so euer befall The kȳge asked hym a monethes respyte at the monethes ende he sholde gyue hȳ an answere And Guenelet wolde ryght nought do but the kȳge dyde so moche y t he had foure dayes of respyte after the foure dayes he sholde wedde her that she cōsented therto And thus was the mater agreed sworne yet sayd Guenelet y t she sholde not departe out of y e coure tyll the daye came y t sholde be wedded he had grete Ioye and dyde bere her euery daye of the best metes that he myght fynde than he helde the kynge well auysed After the fourth daye the feest the araye was grete for Guenelet flyed for Ioye for to haue so fayre a lady that he loued so moche The kynge wente and fetched her doune and she came all be wepte and was so heuy that she had leuer haue dyed than lyued and wysshed in her herte after her lorde kynge Ponthus and sayd Alas in an euyll houre was I borne for symple chaūge haue I now made So she was ledde to the chirche and the bysshop fyaunced them wedded them The teres fel often thycke from her eyen The mete was ordeyned there was many dyuers thȳges of trumpes taboures fydelles Ryght mery Ioyous was Guenelet but I doubte it was ayenst his mysse auenture as it pleased god for euery mā shal be rewarded after his seruyce y t day was the feest ryght grete ¶ Here leueth to speke of them and retourne agayne to kynge Ponthus POnthus the kynge whiche was in the shyppes and had taken the see and hadde taken leue of his moder and of his vncle and of his Barons of the countre and had all ordeyned as ye haue herde afore He dyde drawe vp the saylles and had wynde at wyll and saylled soo longe tyll they arryued in the yle of there faste by the rochell there toke leue of hym the poyteuynes the aungeuynes manseaus torengeaus So kynge Ponthus toke his leue of them thanked them moche and gaue them grete gyftes Than he toke the see agayne he and the other nauy of Englonde of brytayne And the wynde fell all calyne kynge Ponthus toke two small Balyngers and a thre score felawes with hym and began to rowe Qunene Sydoyne had dremed that her lorde came wherfore she had sente one of her squyers to the see syde to se yf ony thynke came So he was lepte on a courser and he behelde the two balyngers sawe in them a standarde So he supposed wel that it was of the army of galyce wherfore he toke his hode made a sygne of callynge Kynge Ponthus behelde and sayd se yōnder a ryder and that maketh vs a sygne of callȳge it semeth as though he had grete haast or elles he mocketh vs haast you that we there at hym And whan he knewe that it was kynge Ponthus he cryed vnto hym A syr haast you what is there is there ony thynge ¶ How the kynge Ponthus slewe Guenelet in playne souper THan the squyer tolde hym how that Guenelet had serued hym frome poynt to poynte And whan kynge Ponthus herde this he blessyd hym and was ameruaylled that euer he thought to do suche grete treason Now sayd y e squyer they shall be anone at souper so it shall be harde to come in I shal tell you sayd kȳge Ponthus how we shall do we shal dysguyse vs at yonder vyllage we shall go in daunsynge with pypes and tabours and we shall bere presentes saynge that we ben felowes whiche haue grete Ioye of the maryage by that meane we shall come in with the daunses In good fayth sayd the squyers it is well sayd and soo it was done Kynge Ponthus and his felowes dysguysed theym in gownes of the good mennes of the subbarbes And they went daunsynge in to the courte So it was nyghe y e sonne goynge downe and men lete theym entre in to the hall wel dysguysed Some had hatres of strawe and of grene bowes and some had hodes stuffed with heye some were haltynge some were croke backed euery man made after his owne guyse Guenelet had grete Ioye and sayd ye se well how the comyn people haue grete Ioye of our weddynge here be fayre dysportes that they make vs but he knewe not of y e busshemēt wherby he was sone angred ▪ And whan kynge Ponthus and his felawshyp had daunsed twyes or thryes aboute the hall and had beholde the hyghe deys and sawe Guenelet that made grete Ioye and grete feest of the daunses and wayted at the table Kynge Ponthus came thyderwarde and caste awaye his dysguysynge so that euery man knewe hym and sayd to Guenelet A tryatour false and vntrue how durste thou thynke so grete treason ayenst me and the kynge and his doughter whiche haue nourysshed the and done the soo moche good a symple guerdon haste thou yelded theym agayne therfore but now y u shalte haue thy payment Guenelet behelde hym the whiche was all loste wyst not what to answere for he thought he had ben deed Kynge Ponthus drewe a lytell sweede ryght sharpe smote hym so that he claue his heed