A Chronicle of London: From 1089 to 1483Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas, Edward Tyrrell Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 - 274 стор. |
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A Chronicle of London: From 1089 to 1483 Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas,Edward Tyrrell Повний перегляд - 1827 |
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Сторінка 202 - he is not here; but surrender yourself to me, and I will lead you to him." "Who are you?" said the King. "Sire, I am Denys de Morbeque, a knight from Artois; but I serve the King of England, because I cannot belong to France, having forfeited all I possessed there." The King then gave him his righthand glove, and said:
Сторінка 257 - But for lack of mony I cold not spede. And as I thrust the prese amonge, By froward chaunce my hood was gone, Yet for all that I stayd not longe, Tyll to the kyngs bench I was come.
Сторінка 260 - Thou scapst not here," quod he, "under two pence; I lyst not yet bestow my almes dede." Thus, lackyng mony, I could not speede. 105 Then I convayd me into Kent, For of the law wold I meddle no more; Because no man to me tooke entent, I dyght me to do as I dyd before. Now Jesus, that in Bethlem was bore, no Save London, and send trew lawyers there mede!
Сторінка 259 - Where was mutch stolen gere* amonge; * I saw where honge myne owne hoode, That I had lost amonge the thronge; To by my own hood I thought it wronge, I knew it well as I dyd my crede; 90 But for lack of mony I could not spede.
Сторінка 258 - Unto the Rolls I gat me from thence, Before the clarkes of the chauncerye, Where many I found earnyng of pence, But none at all once regarded mee : I gave them my playnt uppon my knee ; They lyked it well when they had it reade, But lackyng mony I could not be sped.
Сторінка 259 - makerell,' ' ryshes 2 grene,' an other gan greete " ; On bad me by a hood to cover my head, But for want of mony I myght not be sped. Then I hyed me into Est-Chepe ; One cryes rybbs of befe, and many a pye : Pewter pottes they clattered on a heape ; There was harpe, pype, and mynstralsye. ' Yea, by cock ! nay, by cock...
Сторінка 257 - Unto the common place I yode thoo, Where sat one with a sylken hoode; I dyd hym reverence, for I ought to do so, And told my case as well as I coode, How my goods were defrauded me by falshood.
Сторінка 258 - Where Flemynges began on me for to cry, " Master, what will you copen or by ? Fyne felt hattes, or spectacles to reede ? Lay down your sylver, and here you may speede.
Сторінка 252 - All hilles, pleynes, and lusty bankes grene, And made hir bawme to fleete in every mede ; And fury Tytane shewe oute heer tresses sheene, And upon busshes, and hawthornes kene, The nightingale with plesant ermonye, Colde wynter stormes nowe she dothe defye.
Сторінка 257 - I forthwith went, To a man of law to make complaynt, I sayd, " for Marys love, that holy saynt ! Pity the poore that wold proceede ;" But for lack of mony I cold not spede.