Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	knight_n	sir_n	son_n	21,452	5	5.7301	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20033	Syr Degore		1513 (1513)	STC 6470; ESTC S118476	13,727	38

they had souped all The dwerfe brought water in to the hall Thenne gan they wasshe euerychone And than to chambre gan they gone Truely quod Degore and after I wyll To loke on that lady all my fyll Who that me warneth he shall abye Or to do hym make a sory crye Vpon the stayre the waye he nome And soone in to the chambre he come They lady that was so fayre and bryght Vpno her bedde she sat downe ryght She harped notes swete and fyne Her maydens fylled a pyece of wyne And syr Degore sat hym downe For to here the harpes sowne That thorowe the notes of the harpe shyll He layde hym downe and slepte his fyll This fayre lady that ylke nyght She bad go couer that gentyll knyght And ryche clothes aboute hym caste And the lady wente to a nother bed at the laste So on the morowe whan it was daye The lady rose the sothe to saye And in to the chambre her waye gan take She sayd syr knyght a ryse and wake They lady sayd all in game Ye be well worthy to haue blame For as a beest all nyght thou dyde slepe And of my maydens tokest no kepe And than answered the knyght so fre Mercy madame and forgyue it me The notes of thyne harpe it made Or elles the good wyne that I hade But tell me now my lady hende Or I out of this chambre wende who hathe this castell in his honde And who is lorde of this londe wheder that ye be mayden or wyfe And in what maner ye lede your lyfe And why ye haue so many women Alone withouten ony men Syr fayne I wolde the tell And thou coude it amende well My fader was a bolde barowne And holden a lorde of toure and towne He had neuer chylde but me I am ayre in this countre ¶ How syr Degore foughte for a lady with a gyaunt and slewe hym THere hathe me wowed many a knyght And many a squyre well dyght But than theyr wonned here besyde A stoute gyaunt full of pryde He hathe me desyred longe nad yore And hym to loue may I neuer more He is a boute with his mestrye To do me shame and velonye And he hathe slayne my men ychone Saue my sory dwerfe alone Ryght as they stode she fell to grounde And soned there in that stounde All her damoyselles to her come To comforte her and her vp nome The lady loked on syr Degore Lefe dame thenne sayd he Be not adrad whyles I am here I wyll the helpe to my powere Syr she sayd thenne all my londe I wll it cesse in to thy honde And all my good I wyll the gyue And all my body whyle I lyue For to be at all your wyll Erly and late loude and styll And thy lemman for to be To wreke me nowe on myn eneme That was Degore fayne to fyght For to defende that ladyes ryght And to sle that other knyght And wynne that lady that was so bryght And as they stode bothe in fere Her maydens came rydynge with heuy chere She bad drawe the bryge hastely For here cometh youre enemy Or elles he wyll sle vs ychone Syr Degore sterte vp anone Oute at a wyndowe he hym se He was sone armed on horse hye So stoute a man as he was one In armes sawe she neuer none Syr Degore armed hym by lyue And oure of the castell he gan dryue And rode euen the gyaunt agayne They smote togyder with moche mayne That theyr good speres all to brast Degore was stroge and sat fast But his stedes bake braste a two Thenne syr Degore fell to the grounde tho And thenne he sterte vp and loughe And his good swerde he out drughe Than sayd the gyaunt to hym anone On fote we wyll to gyder gone Thou hast sayd Degore slayne my good stede I hope to quyte the thy mede To sle thy stede nought I wyll But to fyght with the my fyll And tho they fought on fote in fere With stronge strokes on helme clere The gyaunt gaue syr Degore Houge strokes grete plente And syr Degore dyde hym also Tyll helme and basynet barste in two The gyanut was a greued sore Bycause he hadde his blode lore He stroke vpon syr Degore soo That to the grounde he made hym goo Syr Degore recouered soone a plyght And suche a stroke he gaue that knyght And on the crowne soo it sette That throwe his helme and basynet He made the swerde go thorowe his het And anone the gyaunt fell downe deed The lady sat in her castell And fawe all the holde batayll How the gyaunt was slayne That wolde her haue forlayne She was as glade of that syght As euer was bryde of the daye lyght Syr Degore came to the caestll Ano agaynst hym came that damoysell She thanked hym of his good dede And in her chambre she dyde hym lede She sette hym on her bed anone And vnarmed hym full sone She toke hym in her harmes two And kyssed hym C. tymes and mo And sayd all my good I wyll the gyue And my body whyle I lyue Gramercy damoysell then sayd he Of that ye haue graunted me But I must in to ferre contree Mo auentures for to se Vnto this twelue monthes be ago And thenne I shall come you to He betoke her to the heuen kynge The lady wepte at his departynge Syr Degore rode vpon his waye Many a longe Iourney And euer more he rode west Tyll a lande he founde in a forest To hym came prekynge a knyght Well armed and on his horse dyght In armes that wolde endure With fyne golde and ryche asure Thre bore hedes were theryne They whiche were of golde fyne As soone as euer he sawe that knyght He spake to hym a none ryght And sayd velayne what doost thou here In my forest to sle my dere Syr Degore sayd with wordes meke Syr of thy dere I take no kepe For I am auenturous knyght That gothe to seke warre and fyght His fader answered and sayd saunfayll And thou be come to seke batayll Thenne make the redy in a stounde For thou haste thy felowe founde And thenne syr Degore without daungere Armed hym to fyght with his fadere ¶ How syr Degore fought with his fader how his fader knewe hym by the broken swerde A Well godd helme for the nones And well sette with precyus stones It myght well be his owne saunfayll For he wanne it ones in batayll He kest his shelde aboute his swere Of ryall armes good and dere His good stede he began to stryde He toke his spere and began to ryde And his man toke an other spere And by his syde he gan it bere But loke what foly began that tyde The sone agaynst the fader gan ryde But neyther knewe other a ryght And thus began they to fyght Syr Degore had the greater shafte And wonder well he coude his crafte To dasshe hym downe than had he wente And in his shelde gaue suche a dente That his good spere all to brast But his fader was stronge and sat fast Another cours than haue they take The fader for the sones sake So harde they smote togyder in sothe That theyr horses backes broke bothe And thenne they fought on fote in fere Wirh harde strokes on helme clere And thus his fader a meruayled was Of his swerde that was poyntles And to hym sayd anone ryght Abyde a whyle thou gentyll knyght Where was thou borne and in what londe Syr he sayd in Englonde A kynges doughter is my moder But I wote not who is my fader What is thy name thenne sayd he Syr my name is Degore Syr Degore thou arte welcome For well I wote thou arte my sone By this swerde I knowe the here The poynt is in my pautenere He toke the poynt and sette it to And they accorded bothe two So longe they haue spoke togyder Bothe the sone and the fader That they be ryght well at one The fader and the sone alone Syr Degore and his fader dere In to Englonde they rode in fere They were bothe armed and well dyght As it becometh euery knyght They rode forth on theyr Iourney Many a myle of that countrey And on theyr way they rode full fast In to Englonde they came at the laste Whan they myght Englonde se They drewe theder as they wolde be Whan they wher to that palays come They wher welcome all and some And they behelde ouer all The lady them spyed ouer a wall And whan that lady sawe that syght She wente to them with all her myght And ryght well she them knewe And than she chaunged all her hewe And sayd my dere sone Degore Thou hast thy fader brought with the Truely madame than sayd he Full well I wote that it is he Now thanked be god than sayd the kynge For nowe I wote without lesynge Who is syr Degores fader in dede The lady swoned in that stede And sone after sekerly The knyght wedded that lady She and her sone was departed I twynne For he and she were to nye of kynne Forth thenne wente syr degore With the kynge and his meyne His fader and his moder dere Vnto they castell they wente in fere Where as dwelled that lady bryght That he had wonne in fyght And wedded her witth grete solempnyte Before all the lordes of that countre Thus came the knyght out of his care God gyue vs grace well to fare And that we all vpon domes day Come to the blysse that lasteth ay AMEN ¶ Thus endeth the treatyse of syr Degore Enprynted at London in Flete strete at the sygne of the sonne by Wynkyn de worde