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1561. _they_] om. MS.]
[Headnote: TORRENT GETS a.s.sURANCE FROM HEAVEN.]
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[Sidenote: Torrent prays to Christ, and is cheerd by a voice from Heaven.]
For that s{ir} Torent had hym sene, He worth vppon his stede, I wene, And I{es}u prayd{e} he till: 'Mary son~, thou here my bone, 1565 As I am~ in venturus s{t}ad come, My jurnay {to} full-ffyll!' [1580]
A voys was fro hevyn~ sent And said: 'Be blith, s{ir} Torent, And yeve the no thing yll, 1570 To ffyght with my lordys enemy: Whether that thou lyve or dye, Thy mede the quyte he wyll!'
[Linenotes: 1566. _sad_ MS.
1567. _to_] _than_ MS.
1573. _He wylle quyte the thy mede_ MS.]
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[Sidenote: The Giant advances against Torrent.]
Be that the giaunt had hym dight, Cam~ ageyn~ that gentill knyght, 1575 As bold as eny bore; He bare on~ his nek a croke, [1590]
Woo were the man~, that he ou{er}toke, It was twelfe ffote and more.
'Sir,' he said, 'ffor charite, 1580 Loke, curtes man~ that thou be, Yf thy wyll ware: I haue so fought all this nyght With thy II dragons wekyd and wight, They haue bett me full sore.' 1585
[Headnote: THE NORSE GIANT, WERAUNT, WOUNDS TORRENT.]
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[Sidenote: The Giant says he'll punish Torrent for killing his 2 Dragons and his Brother Cate.]
The Geaunt said: 'Be my fay, Wors tyding{es} to me this day [1600]
I myght not goodly here.
Thorough the valey as thou cam~, My two dragons hast thou slan~, 1590 My solempnite they were. f. 102b.
To the I haue full good gate; For thou slow my brother Cate, That thou shalte by full dere!'
Be-twene the giaunt and the knyght 1595 Men myght se buffett{es} right, Who so had be there. [1610]
[Linenote: 1590. _slayne_ MS.]
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[Sidenote: The Giant's crook cuts through Torrent's s.h.i.+eld to his flesh, and sticks there.]
Sir Torent yaue to hym~ a brayd; He levid that the aungell said, Of deth yaue he no{ught}. 1600 In to the brest he hym~ bare, His spere hede lefte he thare, So evill was. .h.i.tt {bythought}.
The Giaunt hym ayen~ smate Thorough his sheld and his plate, 1605 In to the flesh it sought; And sith he pullith at his croke, [1620]
So fast in to the flesh it toke, That oute my?t he gete it nought.
[Linenotes: 1600. _nought_] _no dynt_ MS.
1603. _byth._] _mynt_ MS.]
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[Sidenote: Torrent throws his s.h.i.+eld and the Giant's crook into the water. The Giant goes in after them and is drowned.]
On hym~ he hath it broke, 1610 Glad pluckys there he toke, Set sadly and s{a}re.
Sir Torent stalworth satt, Oute of his handys he it gatt, No lenger dwellid he th{a}re. 1615 In to the water he cast his sheld, Croke and all to-geders it held, [1630]
Fare after, how so euer it ffare.
The Geaunt folowid w{i}t{h} all his mayn~, And he come never quyk agayn~: 1620 G.o.d wold, that so it ware.
[Linenotes: 1612. _sore_ MS.
1615. _there_ MS.]
[Headnote: TORRENT SLAYS THE NORSE GIANT, WERAUNT.]
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[Sidenote: Torrent rides to the Giant's castle,]
Sir Torent bet hym~ there, f. 103a.
Till that this fend did were, Or he thens wend.
On hym had he hurt but ane, 1625 Lesse myght be a mann{us} bane, But G.o.d is full hend: [1640]
Thorough grace of hym, that all shall weld, There the knyght had the feld, Such grace G.o.d did hym~ send. 1630 Be than it nyed nere hand ny?t~, To a castell he Rode right, All nyght there to lend.
[Linenote: 1626. _But lesse_ MS.]
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[Sidenote: and finds a fair Lady there. Torrent asks for a night's lodging.]
In the castell found he nought, That G.o.d on the Rode bought; 1635 High vppon~ a toure, As he caste a side lokyng, [1650]
He saw a lady in her bed syttyng, White as lylye ffloure; Vp a-Rose that lady bryght, 1640 And said: 'Welcom~, s{ir} knyght, That fast art in stoure!'
'Damysell, welcom~ mut thou be!
Graunt thou me, for charite, Of one nyghtis so{i}oure!' 1645
[Linenote: 1645. _socoure_ MS.]
[Headnote: TORRENT IN THE GIANT WERAUNT'S CASTLE.]
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[Sidenote: The Lady says the Giant Weraunt will kill him.]
'By Mary,' said that lady clere, 'Me for-thinkith, that thou com~ here, [1660]
Thy deth now is dight; For here dwellith a geaunt, He is clepud Weraunt, 1650 He is {to} the devill be-taught.
To day at morn~ he toke his croke, Forth at the yat{es} the way he toke, And said, he wold haue a draught; f. 103b.
And here be chambers two or thre, 1655 In one of hem I shall hide the, G.o.d the saue ffrome harmes right!' [1670]
[Linenotes: 1650. _Weraunt_] _weraumt_ (?) MS.
1651. _to_] _of_ MS.]
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