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We redeth oft and findeth y-write,
And this clerkes wele it wite,
Layes that ben in harping
Ben y-founde of ferli thing:
Sum bethe of wer and sum of wo,
And sum of joie and mirthe also,
And sum of trecherie and of gile,
Of old aventours that fel while;
And sum of bourdes and ribaudy,
And mani ther beth of fairy.
Of al thinges that men seth,
Mest o love, forsothe, they beth.
In Breteyne this layes were wrought,
First y-founde and forth y-brought,
Of aventours that fel bi dayes,
Wherof Bretouns maked her layes.
When kinges might our y-here
Of ani mervailes that ther were,
Thai token an harp in gle and game
And maked a lay and gaf it name.
Now of this aventours that weren y-falle
Y can tel sum, ac nought alle.
Ac herkneth, lordinges that ben trewe,
Ichil you telle of "Sir Orfewe."
Orfeo mest of ani thing
Lovede the gle of harping.
Siker was everi gode harpour
Of him to have miche honour.
Himself he lerned forto harp,
And leyd theron his wittes scharp;
He lerned so ther nothing was
A better harpour in no plas.
In al the warld was no man bore
That ones Orfeo sat bifore -
And he might of his harping here -
Bot he schuld thenche that he were
In on of the joies of Paradis,
Swiche melody in his harping is.
Orfeo was a king,
In Inglond an heighe lording,
A stalworth man and hardi bo;
Large and curteys he was also.
His fader was comen of King Pluto,
And his moder of King Juno,
That sum time were as godes yhold
For aventours that thai dede and told.
This king sojournd in Traciens,
That was a cité of noble defens -
For Winchester was cleped tho
Traciens, withouten no.
The king hadde a quen of priis
That was y-cleped Dame Heurodis,
The fairest levedi, for the nones,
That might gon on bodi and bones,
Ful of love and godenisse -
Ac no man may telle hir fairnise.
Bifel so in the comessing of May
When miri and hot is the day,
And oway beth winter schours,
And everi feld is ful of flours,
And blosme breme on everi bough
Over al wexeth miri anought,
This ich quen, Dame Heurodis
Tok to maidens of priis,
And went in an undrentide
To play bi an orchardside,
To se the floures sprede and spring
And to here the foules sing.
Thai sett hem doun al thre
Under a fair ympe-tre,
And wel sone this fair quene
Fel on slepe opon the grene.
The maidens durst hir nought awake,
Bot lete hir ligge and rest take.
So sche slepe til after none,
That undertide was al y-done.
Ac, as sone as sche gan awake,
Sche crid, and lothli bere gan make;
Sche froted hir honden and hir fete,
And crached hir visage - it bled wete -
Hir riche robe hye al to-rett
And was reveyd out of hir wit.
The two maidens hir biside
No durst with hir no leng abide,
Bot ourn to the palays ful right
And told bothe squier and knight
That her quen awede wold,
And bad hem go and hir at-hold.
Knightes urn and levedis also,
Damisels sexti and mo.
In the orchard to the quen hye come,
And her up in her armes nome,
And brought hir to bed atte last,
And held hir there fine fast.
Ac ever she held in o cri
And wold up and owy.
When Orfeo herd that tiding
Never him nas wers for nothing.
He come with knightes tene
To chaumber, right bifor the quene,
And bi-held, and seyd with grete pité,
"O lef liif, what is te,
That ever yete hast ben so stille
And now gredest wonder schille?
Thy bodi, that was so white y-core,
With thine nailes is all to-tore.
Allas! thy rode, that was so red,
Is al wan, as thou were ded;
And also thine fingres smale
Beth al blodi and al pale.
Allas! thy lovesum eyyen to
Loketh so man doth on his fo!
A, dame, ich biseche, merci!
Lete ben al this reweful cri,
And tel me what the is, and hou,
And what thing may the help now."
Tho lay sche stille atte last
And gan to wepe swithe fast,
And seyd thus the King to:
"Allas, mi lord, Sir Orfeo!
Sethen we first togider were,
Ones wroth never we nere;
Bot ever ich have yloved the
As mi liif and so thou me;
Ac now we mot delen ato;
Do thi best, for y mot go."
"Allas!" quath he, "forlorn icham!
Whider wiltow go, and to wham?
Whider thou gost, ichil with the,
And whider y go, thou schalt with me."
"Nay, nay, Sir, that nought nis!
Ichil the telle al hou it is:
As ich lay this undertide
And slepe under our orchardside,
Ther come to me to fair knightes,
Wele y-armed al to rightes,
And bad me comen an heighing
And speke with her lord the king.
And ich answerd at wordes bold,
Y durst nought, no y nold.
Thai priked oyain as thai might drive; 1
Tho com her king, also blive,
With an hundred knightes and mo,
And damisels an hundred also,
Al on snowe-white stedes;
As white as milke were her wedes.
Y no seighe never yete bifore
So fair creatours y-core.
The king hadde a croun on hed;
It nas of silver, no of gold red,
Ac it was of a precious ston -
As bright as the sonne it schon.
And as son as he to me cam,
Wold ich, nold ich, he me nam,
And made me with him ride
Opon a palfray bi his side;
And brought me to his palays,
Wele atird in ich ways,
And schewed me castels and tours,
Rivers, forestes, frith with flours,
And his riche stedes ichon.
And sethen me brought oyain hom
Into our owhen orchard,
And said to me thus afterward,
"'Loke, dame, tomorwe thatow be
Right here under this ympe-tre,
And than thou schalt with ous go
And live with ous evermo.
And yif thou makest ous y-let,
Whar thou be, thou worst y-fet,
And totore thine limes al
That nothing help the no schal;
And thei thou best so totorn,
Yete thou worst with ous y-born."'
When King Orfeo herd this cas,
"O we!" quath he, "Allas, allas!
Lever me were to lete mi liif
Than thus to lese the quen, mi wiif!"
He asked conseyl at ich man,
Ac no man him help no can.
Amorwe the undertide is come
And Orfeo hath his armes y-nome,
And wele ten hundred knightes with him,
Ich y-armed, stout and grim;
And with the quen wenten he
Right unto that ympe-tre.
Thai made scheltrom in ich a side
And sayd thai wold there abide
And dye ther everichon,
Er the quen schuld fram hem gon.
Ac yete amiddes hem ful right
The quen was oway y-twight,
With fairi forth y-nome.
Men wist never wher sche was bicome.
Tho was ther criing, wepe and wo!
The king into his chaumber is go,
And oft swoned opon the ston,
And made swiche diol and swiche mon
That neighe his liif was y-spent -
Ther was non amendement.
He cleped togider his barouns,
Erls, lordes of renouns,
And when thai al y-comen were,
"Lordinges," he said, "bifor you here
Ich ordainy min heighe steward
To wite mi kingdom afterward;
In mi stede ben he schal
To kepe mi londes overal.
For now ichave mi quen y-lore,
The fairest levedi that ever was bore,
Never eft y nil no woman se.
Into wildernes ichil te
And live ther evermore
With wilde bestes in holtes hore;
And when ye understond that y be spent,
Make you than a parlement,
And chese you a newe king.
Now doth your best with al mi thing."
Tho was ther wepeing in the halle
And grete cri among hem alle;
Unnethe might old or yong
For wepeing speke a word with tong.
Thai kneled adoun al y-fere
And praid him, yif his wille were,
That he no schuld nought fram hem go.
"Do way!" quath he, "It schal be so!"
Al his kingdom he forsoke;
Bot a sclavin on him he toke.
He no hadde kirtel no hode,
Schert, ne no nother gode,
Bot his harp he tok algate
And dede him barfot out atte gate;
No man most with him go.
O way! What ther was wepe and wo,
When he that hadde ben king with croun
Went so poverlich out of toun!
Thurth wode and over heth
Into the wildernes he geth.
Nothing he fint that him is ays,
Bot ever he liveth in gret malais.
He that hadde y-werd the fowe and griis,
And on bed the purper biis,
Now on hard hethe he lith,
With leves and gresse he him writh.
He that hadde had castels and tours,
River, forest, frith with flours,
Now, thei it comenci to snewe and frese,
This king mot make his bed in mese.
He that had y-had knightes of priis
Bifor him kneland, and levedis,
Now seth he nothing that him liketh,
Bot wilde wormes bi him striketh.
He that had y-had plenté
Of mete and drink, of ich deynté,
Now may he al day digge and wrote
Er he finde his fille of rote.
In somer he liveth bi wild frut,
And berien bot gode lite;
In winter may he nothing finde
Bot rote, grases, and the rinde.
Al his bodi was oway dwine
For missays, and al to-chine.
Lord! who may telle the sore
This king sufferd ten yere and more?
His here of his berd, blac and rowe,
To his girdel-stede was growe.
His harp, whereon was al his gle,
He hidde in an holwe tre;
And when the weder was clere and bright,
He toke his harp to him wel right
And harped at his owhen wille.
Into alle the wode the soun gan schille,
That alle the wilde bestes that ther beth
For joie abouten him thai teth,
And alle the foules that ther were
Come and sete on ich a brere
To here his harping a-fine -
So miche melody was therin;
And when he his harping lete wold,
No best bi him abide nold.
He might se him bisides,
Oft in hot undertides,
The king o fairy with his rout
Com to hunt him al about
With dim cri and bloweing,
And houndes also with him berking;
Ac no best thai no nome,
No never he nist whider they bicome
And other while he might him se
As a gret ost bi him te,
Wele atourned, ten hundred knightes,
Ich y-armed to his rightes,
Of cuntenaunce stout and fers,
With mani desplaid baners,
And ich his swerd y-drawe hold -
Ac never he nist whider thai wold.
And otherwile he seighe other thing:
Knightes and levedis com daunceing
In queynt atire, gisely,
Queynt pas and softly;
Tabours and trunpes yede hem bi,
And al maner menstraci.
And on a day he seighe him biside
Sexti levedis on hors ride,
Gentil and jolif as brid on ris;
Nought o man amonges hem ther nis;
And ich a faucoun on hond bere,
And riden on haukin bi o rivere.
Of game thai founde wel gode haunt -
Maulardes, hayroun, and cormeraunt;
The foules of the water ariseth,
The faucouns hem wele deviseth;
Ich faucoun his pray slough -
That seigh Orfeo, and lough:
"Parfay!" quath he, "ther is fair game;
Thider ichil, bi Godes name;
Ich was y-won swiche werk to se!"
He aros, and thider gan te.
To a levedi he was y-come,
Biheld, and hath wele undernome,
And seth bi al thing that it is
His owhen quen, Dam Heurodis.
Yern he biheld hir, and sche him eke,
Ac noither to other a word no speke;
For messais that sche on him seighe,
That had ben so riche and so heighe,
The teres fel out of her eighe.
The other levedis this y-seighe
And maked hir oway to ride -
Sche most with him no lenger abide.
"Allas!" quath he, "now me is wo!"
Whi nil deth now me slo?
Allas, wreche, that y no might
Dye now after this sight!
Allas! to long last mi liif,
When y no dar nought with mi wiif,
No hye to me, o word speke.
Allas! Whi nil min hert breke!
Parfay!" quath he, "tide wat bitide,
Whiderso this levedis ride,
The selve way ichil streche -
Of liif no deth me no reche."
His sclavain he dede on also spac
And henge his harp opon his bac,
And had wel gode wil to gon -
He no spard noither stub no ston.
In at a roche the levedis rideth,
And he after, and nought abideth.
When he was in the roche y-go,
Wele thre mile other mo,
He com into a fair cuntray
As bright so sonne on somers day,
Smothe and plain and al grene -
Hille no dale nas ther non y-sene.
Amidde the lond a castel he sighe,
Riche and real and wonder heighe.
Al the utmast wal
Was clere and schine as cristal;
An hundred tours ther were about,
Degiselich and bataild stout.
The butras com out of the diche
Of rede gold y-arched riche.
The vousour was avowed al
Of ich maner divers aumal.
Within ther wer wide wones,
Al of precious stones;
The werst piler on to biholde 2
Was al of burnist gold.
Al that lond was ever light,
For when it schuld be therk and night,
The riche stones light gonne
As bright as doth at none the sonne.
No man may telle, no thenche in thought,
The riche werk that ther was wrought.
Bi al thing him think that it is
The proude court of Paradis.
In this castel the levedis alight;
He wold in after, yif he might.
Orfeo knokketh atte gate;
The porter was redi therate
And asked what he wold hav y-do.
"Parfay!" quath he, "icham a minstrel, lo!
To solas thi lord with mi gle,
Yif his swete wille be."
The porter undede the gate anon
And lete him into the castel gon.
Than he gan bihold about al,
And seighe liggeand within the wal
Of folk that were thider y-brought
And thought dede, and nare nought.
Sum stode withouten hade,
And sum non armes nade,
And sum thurth the bodi hadde wounde,
And sum lay wode, y-bounde,
And sum armed on hors sete,
And sum astrangled as thai ete;
And sum were in water adreynt,
And sum with fire al forschreynt.
Wives ther lay on childe bedde,
Sum ded and sum awedde,
And wonder fele ther lay bisides
Right as thai slepe her undertides;
Eche was thus in this warld y-nome,
With fairi thider y-come.
Ther he seighe his owhen wiif,
Dame Heurodis, his lef liif,
Slepe under an ympe-tre -
Bi her clothes he knewe that it was he.
And when he hadde bihold this mervails alle,
He went into the kinges halle.
Than seighe he ther a semly sight,
A tabernacle blisseful and bright,
Therin her maister king sete
And her quen, fair and swete.
Her crounes, her clothes schine so bright
That unnethe bihold he him might.
When he hadde biholden al that thing,
He kneled adoun bifor the king:
"O lord," he seyd, "yif it thi wille were,
Mi menstraci thou schust y-here."
The king answered, "What man artow,
That art hider y-comen now?
Ich, no non that is with me,
No sent never after the.
Sethen that ich here regni gan,
Y no fond never so folehardi man
That hider to ous durst wende
Bot that ic him wald ofsende."
"Lord," quath he, "trowe ful wel,
Y nam bot a pover menstrel;
And, sir, it is the maner of ous
To seche mani a lordes hous -
Thei we nought welcom no be,
Yete we mot proferi forth our gle."
Bifor the king he sat adoun
And tok his harp so miri of soun,
And tempreth his harp, as he wele can,
And blisseful notes he ther gan,
That al that in the palays were
Com to him forto here,
And liggeth adoun to his fete -
Hem thenketh his melody so swete.
The king herkneth and sitt ful stille;
To here his gle he hath gode wille.
Gode bourde he hadde of his gle;
The riche quen also hadde he.
When he hadde stint his harping,
Than seyd to him the king,
"Menstrel, me liketh wel thi gle.
Now aske of me what it be,
Largelich ichil the pay;
Now speke, and tow might asay."
"Sir," he seyd, "ich biseche the
Thatow woldest give me
That ich levedi, bright on ble,
That slepeth under the ympe-tree."
"Nay!" quath the king, "that nought nere!
A sori couple of you it were,
For thou art lene, rowe and blac,
And sche is lovesum, withouten lac;
A lothlich thing it were, forthi,
To sen hir in thi compayni."
"O sir!" he seyd, "gentil king,
Yete were it a wele fouler thing
To here a lesing of thi mouthe!
So, sir, as ye seyd nouthe,
What ich wold aski, have y schold,
And nedes thou most thi word hold."
The king seyd, "Sethen it is so,
Take hir bi the hond and go;
Of hir ichil thatow be blithe."
He kneled adoun and thonked him swithe.
His wiif he tok bi the hond,
And dede him swithe out of that lond,
And went him out of that thede -
Right as he come, the way he yede.
So long he hath the way y-nome
To Winchester he is y-come,
That was his owhen cité;
Ac no man knewe that it was he.
No forther than the tounes ende
For knoweleche no durst he wende,
Bot with a begger, y-bilt ful narwe,
Ther he tok his herbarwe
To him and to his owhen wiif
As a minstrel of pover liif,
And asked tidinges of that lond,
And who the kingdom held in hond.
The pover begger in his cote
Told him everich a grot:
Hou her quen was stole owy,
Ten yer gon, with fairy,
And hou her king en exile yede,
But no man nist in wiche thede;
And how the steward the lond gan hold,
And other mani thinges him told.
Amorwe, oyain nonetide,
He maked his wiif ther abide;
The beggers clothes he borwed anon
And heng his harp his rigge opon,
And went him into that cité
That men might him bihold and se.
Erls and barouns bold,
Buriays and levedis him gun bihold.
"Lo!" thai seyd, "swiche a man!
Hou long the here hongeth him opan!
Lo! Hou his berd hongeth to his kne!
He is y-clongen also a tre!"
And, as he yede in the strete,
With his steward he gan mete,
And loude he sett on him a crie:
"Sir steward!" he seyd, "merci!
Icham an harpour of hethenisse;
Help me now in this destresse!"
The steward seyd, "Com with me, come;
Of that ichave, thou schalt have some.
Everich gode harpour is welcom me to
For mi lordes love, Sir Orfeo."
In the castel the steward sat atte mete,
And mani lording was bi him sete;
Ther were trompours and tabourers,
Harpours fele, and crouders -
Miche melody thai maked alle.
And Orfeo sat stille in the halle
And herkneth; when thai ben al stille,
He toke his harp and tempred schille;
The blissefulest notes he harped there
That ever ani man y-herd with ere -
Ich man liked wele his gle.
The steward biheld and gan y-se,
And knewe the harp als blive.
"Menstrel!" he seyd, "so mot thou thrive,
Where hadestow this harp, and hou?
Y pray that thou me telle now."
"Lord," quath he, "in uncouthe thede
Thurth a wildernes as y yede,
Ther y founde in a dale
With lyouns a man totorn smale,
And wolves him frete with teth so scharp.
Bi him y fond this ich harp;
Wele ten yere it is y-go."
"O!" quath the steward, "now me is wo!
That was mi lord, Sir Orfeo!
Allas, wreche, what schal y do,
That have swiche a lord y-lore?
A, way that ich was y-bore!
That him was so hard grace y-yarked,
And so vile deth y-marked!"
Adoun he fel aswon to grounde;
His barouns him tok up in that stounde
And telleth him how it geth -
"It is no bot of mannes deth!"
King Orfeo knewe wele bi than
His steward was a trewe man
And loved him as he aught to do,
And stont up, and seyt thus, "Lo,
Steward, herkne now this thing:
Yif ich were Orfeo the king,
And hadde y-suffred ful yore
In wildernisse miche sore,
And hadde ywon mi quen o-wy
Out of the lond of fairy,
And hadde y-brought the levedi hende
Right here to the tounes ende,
And with a begger her in y-nome,
And were mi-self hider y-come
Poverlich to the, thus stille,
For to asay thi gode wille,
And ich founde the thus trewe,
Thou no schust it never rewe.
Sikerlich, for love or ay,
Thou schust be king after mi day;
And yif thou of mi deth hadest ben blithe,
Thou schust have voided, also swithe."
Tho all tho that therin sete
That it was King Orfeo underyete,
And the steward him wele knewe -
Over and over the bord he threwe,
And fel adoun to his fet;
So dede everich lord that ther sete,
And all thai seyd at o criing:
"Ye beth our lord, sir, and our king!"
Glad thai were of his live;
To chaumber thai ladde him als belive
And bathed him and schaved his berd,
And tired him as a king apert;
And sethen, with gret processioun,
Thai brought the quen into the toun
With al maner menstraci -
Lord! ther was grete melody!
For joie thai wepe with her eighe
That hem so sounde y-comen seighe. 3
Now King Orfeo newe coround is,
And his quen, Dame Heurodis,
And lived long afterward,
And sethen was king the steward.
Harpours in Bretaine after than
Herd hou this mervaile bigan,
And made herof a lay of gode likeing,
And nempned it after the king.
That lay "Orfeo" is y-hote;
Gode is the lay, swete is the note.
Thus com Sir Orfeo out of his care:
God graunt ous alle wele to fare! Amen!
Explicit
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written; (see note)
these scholars; know
are in song
composed about marvelous things
Some are of war; grief
gaiety
guile
adventures; happened once
jokes; ribaldry
the Otherworld; (see note)
relate; (see note)
Most of; in truth
Brittany these; made; (see note)
composed; produced
happened in olden times
their
anywhere hear; (see note)
marvels
took; minstrelsy
gave
have happened
I; but
But listen; (see note)
I will
most; (see note)
glee or music; (see note)
Sure; good
much
He taught himself to; (see note)
applied
in no way; (see note)
anyplace
born; (see note)
once
hear
think
one
high (great) lord
brave both; (see note)
Generous; courtly; (see note)
descended from
(see note)
Who once; considered to be gods
did
dwelled; (see note)
fortifications
called; then
denial
queen of excellence
called; (see note)
lady indeed
walk [about] in
goodness
But; beauty
It happened; beginning; (see note)
merry (pleasant)
away
field
blossoms bright
Everywhere grow; enough
same
two; refinement
late morning
enjoy themselves
(see note)
hear; birds
themselves
grafted tree; (see note)
very quickly
asleep
dared
let her lie
slept; noon; (see note)
Until midday; past
But; began [to]
loathsome outcry made; (see note)
rubbed; hands
scratched her face; profusely
she tore all to pieces
driven; (see note)
Dared not; longer
ran; immediately
their; was going mad
bade them; seize
ran; ladies
[numbering] sixty and more; (see note)
they came
their arms took
very securely
persisted in one
wished [to go]; away
heard
had he been as grieved by anything
came; ten
beheld [her]; sorrow
dear life; with you; (see note)
Who; yet; calm
But; cries strangely shrilly
exquisitely
torn to pieces
face
pale, as [if]; (see note)
slender
lovely two eyes
as; foe
Let be; pitiful
what's bothering you; how
Then
very hard
Since
Never once; angry [with one another]
must separate apart
I must
utterly lost I am
Where will you; whom
I will [go]; (see note)
cannot be
I will; all how
morning
two; (see note)
quite properly
bade; in haste
their
with
dared not, nor did I want to; (see note)
their; as quickly
their garments; (see note)
saw
exquisite
(see note)
Whether I wished or not he took me
palfrey; (see note)
(see note)
adorned; every way
towers
woods with flowers
gorgeous steeds each one
afterwards; back home
own
that you
us
a hindrance for us
Wherever; will be fetched; (see note)
torn apart; limbs
though (even if) you are so torn
Yet; will be carried with us; (see note)
matter
woe
I'd rather lose
lose
advice from each person
The next day; high noon
taken
Each; strong; fierce
a rank of armed men on each; (see note)
die; everyone
Before; from
yet amidst them straightaway
snatched
enchantment; taken
never knew; gone; (see note)
Then
has gone
swooned; stone (i.e., floor)
such dole; moan
almost; ended
no remedy for it
called
I ordain; high; (see note)
rule; henceforth
place
I have; lost
lady; born
Never again will I see another woman
I will go
woods grey
dead
choose
do; affairs
Then
Hardly; young
together
prayed
from them
Enough!
(see note)
Only; pilgrim's mantle
had neither tunic nor hood
Shirt; goods
at any rate; (see note)
passed barefoot
might
woe!
in such poverty out of his town
Through; heath
goes
finds; for him; comfort
distress
worn the variegated and grey fur; (see note)
purple linen
heath; lies
covers himself
towers
woodland; flowers
although it begins; snow; freeze
must; moss
excellence
kneeling; ladies
sees; pleases
snakes; glide
delicacy
dig; grub; (see note)
roots
fruit
berries of little worth
Except roots; bark
away dwindled
hardship; chapped
sorrow
hair; beard; rough; (see note)
waist
pleasure
hollow
weather; (see note)
played; own desire
sound began to resound
gathered
birds
sat; briar
much
would leave off
beast; would remain
nearby; (see note)
of fairyland; company
blowing [of horns]
barking
But they took no beast (game); (see note)
Nor did he ever know where they went
at other times
army; went
equipped
All properly armed
appearance
unfurled
knew not whither; went
saw
elegant; skillfully
Graceful steps
drums and trumpets went
sorts of minstralsy
on a certain day
Sixty ladies
lively as bird on bough
Not a single man was with them
each a falcon on [her] hand bore
a-hawking by a
great plenty
Mallards, heron; cormorant
marked
Each; prey killed
saw; laughed
By my faith
I'll [go]
I was wont such sport
began [to] approach
(see note)
perceived
sees
own
Eagerly; also
But neither
sadness
Who; exalted
eye
saw
might
(see note)
Will not; slay
(see note)
too long lasts
Nor she; one
will not
come what may; (see note)
Wherever these; (see note)
same; hasten
nor; I do not care
pilgrim's gown he put on quickly
very good desire
avoided; stump
Into a rock
gone
country; (see note)
as sun on summer's
Smooth and level
was not to be seen
saw
royal; wonderously high
All [of] the outermost wall
bright
Wonderful with strong battlements; (see note)
buttresses; moat
vaulting; adorned
With every kind of enamel
were spacious dwellings
burnished
always
dark
stone's light shone
noon
nor think
exquisite
(see note)
dismounted
wished to enter if
done
I am
entertain; my minstrelsy
undid
(see note)
lying; (see note)
seemed dead, but were not
stood; head
had no arms
through
mad
they ate
drowned
shriveled
driven mad
wondrous many
Just as; their
taken
enchantment brought there
dear life; (see note)
she
these marvels
fair
canopy beautiful
their
Their
scarcely
(see note)
should hear
are you
Neither I, nor no one
you
Since; reign
foolhardy
to us dared come
Unless I wished him summoned
believe
(see note)
seek many
Although (even if)
must offer
merry; sound
tunes; knows well [how to do]
began
(see note)
listen
lie
They think
listens; sits quietly
his (Orfeo's); he (the king)
Great pleasure; songs
she
stopped
(see note)
what[ever] you wish; (see note)
Generously
if you wish to find out
beseech you
That you
same; of complexion
that could never be
ill-matched
lean, rough
beautiful; blemish
loathly; therefore
see
(see note)
much more disgraceful
hear a lie from
just now
might ask [for]; I should
by necessity
Since
With; I wish that you be happy
quickly
quickly
country
went
taken; (see note)
further; town's
Because he did not want to be recognized; (see note)
[whose house] was very small; (see note)
lodging
For himself and for
cottage
every scrap
their; away
ago; by magic
into; went
no one knew; country
The next day, towards noon; (see note)
stay with the beggar
back
Burgesses (citizens)
hair; upon
gnarled like
went
he (Orfeo); him (the steward)
I am; from heathendom
what I have
table; (see note)
trumpeters; drummers; (see note)
many; stringplayers; (see note)
tuned it loudly
most beautiful; (see note)
minstrelsy
began to perceive
at once
If you wish to thrive
did you get; how
unknown land; (see note)
went
torn in small pieces
had devoured
same
(see note)
lost
O, woe; born
to him; bitter fortune was allotted
[a] death was ordained
in a faint
moment
it (the world)
There is no remedy for man's death!
(see note)
very long ago
sorrow
won away
gracious lady
had placed her
In poverty
test
should never regret it
Surely; fear
should
But if; happy
been banished immediately
Then all those
Recognized that it was
overturned the table; (see note)
his (Orfeo's)
in one cry
life
led him immediately
clothed; openly
afterwards
their eyes
newly crowned
And after [that]; (see note)
(see note)
made of it; great delight
named
called
Good
sorrow; (see note)
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