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But it rebound to the tothir ; wherfor tyme is to ryde.
Nay i-wys, gentil Beryn, I woot ye wol nat go ;
1770 Wist wele that Beryn shuld have the wers mes ; For the burgeyse was the best pleyer at ches Of all the wyde marchis, or many a myle about. But that ne wyst Beryn of, ne cast therof no doute. He set the meyné efft ageyn, and toke betir hede Then he did tofore, and so he had nede. The burgeyse toke avysement long on every draught; So wyth an hour or too, Beryn he had y-caught Somwhat oppon the hipp, that Beryn had the wers. And albeit his mynd and wyll was for to curs,
1780 Yit must he dure his fortune, when he was so fer y-go. For who is that that fortune may alway undo ? And namelich stont even in eche side Of
pro and contra ; but God help, down woll he glide. But now a word of philosophy, that fallith to my mynd; Who take hede of the begynnyng, what fal shall of the end, He leyth a bussh tofore the gap ther fortune wold in ryde.
But comynlich yowith forgetith that throughout the world.
And sesid Beryn by the scleve, and seyd,“ Sirs, what think
ye for to do,” Quoth Beryn to the serjauntis, “ that ye me hondith so? Or what have I offendit ? or what have I seide ?"
Trewlich,” quoth the serjauntis, “it vaylith nat to breyde ; Wyth us ye must a while, wher ye wol or no, Tofore the steward of this town ; aryse, and trus, and go ; And ther it shall be openyd, how wisely thou hast wrought : This is the end of our tale, make it never so tought.”
Sirs, farith feir, ye have no nede to hale." “Pas forth,” quoth the serjauntis, “we wol nat her thy tale." “ Yis, sirs, of your curtesy, I prey yow of o word ; 1831 Although my gentill hoost hath pleyd with me in borde, And y-won a wager, ye have nought to doon ; That is betwene hym and me, ye have nothyng to doon.” The hoest made an hidouse cry, in ge-sol-re-ut the haut, And set his hond in kenebowe, he lakkid nevir a faute; “Wenyst thow,” seid he to Beryn, "for to scorne me? What evir thow speke, or stroute, certis it woll nat be; Of me shalt thow have no wrong, pas forth a betir pase ; In presence of our steward I woll tell my case.” 1840 “Why, boost, sey yee this in ernest or in game ? Ye know my contray, and my mothir, my lynnage, and my
name ; And thus ye have y-seyd me ten sith on this dey." “ Ye, what though I seyd so ? I know wele it is nay ; Ther lyth no more therto, but anothir tyme Leve me so much the les, when thow comyst by me. For all that evir I seyd was to bryng the in care
e ; And now I have my purpose, I woll nothyng the spare.”
Thus janglyng to ech othir, endenting every pase, They entrid both into the hall ther the steward was ; Evandir was his name, that sotill was, and so fell,
He must be well avysid tofore hym shuld tell.
leyd. “Now, Beryn", quoth the steward, “ thow hast y-herd this
How and in what manere thow art y-brought in bale. 1860
mey ; Chese the self right as the list, and wit thow nothyng me, Though thow chese the wers, and let the betir be.” Beryn stode astonyd, and no mervaill was, And preyd the steward of a dey to answere to the case ; “For I might lightlich in som word be y-caught, And eke it is right herd to chese, of to that beth right
naught. But and it wer your likyng to graunt me day tyl to morowe, I wold answer, through Goddis help.” " Then must thow
fynd a borowe,” Seyd the steward to Beryn, “and yit it is of grace.” “Now herith me," quoth Hanybald, “ I prey, He hath fyve shippis ondir the town, lyggyng on the strond, The wich been sufficiant y-sesed our hond, By me, that am your provost to execute the law.” “He must assent;" quoth Evander, “let us onys here his
a litil spase.
“I graunt wele," quoth Beryn,“ sith it may be noon othir." Then Hangbald arose hym up, to sese both ship and strothir ; And toke Beryn wyth hym; so talking on the wey,
Beryn,” quoth Hanybald, “ I sure the be my fey,
mut nedis answere; or els wythout lett I must yeld them your shippis, I may in no wyse blyn; So have I undirtake. But the merchaundise wythin Is nat in my charge, ye knowe as wele as I,. To make therof no lyvery ; wherfor now wysely Worch, and do aftir rede ; let all your marchaundise Be voidit of your shippis, and at hiest prise I wol have it every dele in covenaunt; yf ye list, To see myne house here onys tofore, I hold it for the best ; Wher shul se of divers londis, housis to or thre Ful of marchaundise, that through this grete ceté 1900 Is no such in preve, I may right well avowe. So when ye have all seyn, and I have your also, Let som bargen be y-made betwene us both too.” Graunt mercy, sir," quoth Beryn, “your profir is feir and
Yis," quoth Hanybald,“ at my perell me trust.”
1910 Full of marchaundise, as rich as it may be, Passyng all the marchaunts that dwellid in that ceté.