Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
King Ryences Challenge
By Percys ReliquesA
King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,
With his faire queene, Dame Guenever the gay;
And many bold barons sitting in hall;
With ladies attired in purple and pall;
And heraults in hewkes, hooting on high,
Cryed, Largesse, Largesse, Chevaliers tres-hardie.
Right pertlye gan pricke, kneeling on knee;
With steven fulle stoute amids all the preas,
Sayd: Nowe, Sir King Arthur, God save thee, and see!
Sir Ryence of North-gales greeteth well thee,
And bids thee thy beard anon to him send,
Or else from thy jaws he will it off rend.
With eleven kings beards bordered about,
And there is room lefte yet in a kantle,
For thine to stande, to make the twelfth out:
This must be done, be thou never so stout;
This must be done, I tell thee no fable,
Maugre the teeth of all thy round table.
Great was the noyse bothe in hall and in bower:
The king fumed; the queene screecht; ladies were aghast;
Princes puffed; barons blustred; lords began lower;
Knights stormed; squires startled, like steeds in a stower;
Pages and yeomen yelled out in the hall,
Then in came Sir Kay, the king’s seneschal.
And in that stound the stowre began still:
Then the dwarfe’s dinner full deerely was dight;
Of wine and wassel he had his wille:
And, when he had eaten and drunken his fill,
An hundred pieces of fine coyned gold
Were given this dwarf for his message bold.
That for his bold message I do him defye;
And shortlye with basins and pans will him ring
Out of North-gales; where he and I
With swords, and not razors, quickly shall trye,
Whether he or King Arthur will prove the best barbor,
And therewith he shook his good sword Escalàbor.