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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ... Horn wes yne boure, Fykenyld hade envye, And seyde theose folye: 690 "Aylmer, ich the werne, Horn the wole forberne; Ich hcrde wher he seyde, Ant his suerd he leyde, To bryngc the of lyve, And take Rymenyld to wyve; He lyht nou in boure, Under covertoure, By Rymenyld thy dohter, And so he doth wel ofte; 700 Do him out of londe, Er he do more shonde." Aylmer gan hom turne, Wel mody, and wel sturne, He fond Horn under arme, In Rymenyldes barme. Go out, quoth Aylmer the kyng, Horn, thou foule fundlyng, Forth out of boures flore, For Rymenild, thin hore; 710 Wend out of londe sone, Her nast thou nout to done. Wel sone bote thou flette, Myd suert y shal the sette. Horn eode to stable, Wel modi for that fable, He sette sadel on stede, With armes he gon him shrede, His brunie he con lace, So he shulde into place, 720 His suerd he gon fonge, Ne stod he nout to longe, To is suerd he gon teon, Ne durste non wel him seon. He seide, Lemmon derlyng, Nou thou havest thy swevenyng, The fyssh that thyn net rende From the me he sende; The kyng with me gynneth strive, Awey he wole me dryve, 730 Tharefore have nou godneday, Nou y mot founde and fare away King Hunlaf (the Aylmer of the present poem) and Horn hnve a much larger dialogue in the French original. Q Into uncouthe londe, Wei more forte fonde, Y shal wonie there Fulle seve yere, At the seve yeres ende Yyf y ne come ne sende, Tac thou hosebonde, For me that thou ne wonde; 740 In armes thou me fonge, And cus me swythe longe. Hy custen hem astounde, And Rymenild fel to grounde. Horn toc his leve, He myhte nout byleve, He tok Athulf is fere About the swere, And seide, Knyht, so trewe, Kep wel my love newe, 750 Thou never ne forsoke Rymenild to kepe ant loke. His stede he bigan stryde, Ant forth he con hym ryde...