The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnelle

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THE WEDDING OF SIR GAWAIN AND DAME RAGNELLE

The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame RagnelleEdited by Thomas Hahn

Originally Published in Sir Gawain: Eleven Romances and Tales

Kalamazoo, Michigan: Medieval Institute Publications, 1995

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Lythe and listenythe the lif of a lord riche,

The while that he lyvid was none hym liche,Nether in bowre ne in halle.

In the tyme of Arthoure thys adventure betyd,And of the greatt adventure that he hymself dyd,That Kyng curteys and royalle.

Of alle kynges Arture berythe the flowyr,And of alle knyghtod he bare away the honour,

Wheresoevere he wentt.

In his contrey was nothyng butt chyvalryAnd knyghtes were belovid by that doughty,

For cowardes were everemore shent.

Nowe wylle ye lyst a whyle to my talkyng,I shalle you telle of Arthowre the Kyng,Howe ones hym befelle.

On huntyng he was in Ingleswod,With alle his bold knyghtes good

Nowe herken to my spelle!The Kyng was sett att his trestylle-treeWith hys bowe to sle the wylde vener

And hys lordes were sett hym besyde.As the Kyng stode, then was he ware

Where a greatt hartt was and a fayre,And forthe fast dyd he glyde.

The hartt was in a braken ferne,And hard the houndes, and stode fulle derne:

Alle that sawe the Kyng."Hold you stylle, every man,And I wolle goo myself, yf I can,With crafte of stalkyng."The Kyng in hys hand toke a bowe

And wodmanly he stowpyd loweTo stalk unto that dere.

When that he cam the dere fulle nere,The dere lept forthe into a brere,And evere the Kyng went nere and nere.

So Kyng Arthure went a whyle

After the dere, I trowe, half a myle,And no man with hym went.

Harken; listen to; noble; (see note)

likeprivate room nor

occurredAnd [you will hear] of

bears the prizeknighthood

brave [warrior]; (see note)

disgraced

[if] you listen; performance

[adventure] once

Inglewood; (see note)

story (spiel)hunting station

slay; game

waited; aware

move

fern thicketheard; still; (see note)

motionless

as a woodsmandeer

quitebriar patch

closer

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And att the last to the dere he lett flyeAnd smote hym sore and sewerly Suche grace God hym sent.Doun the dere tumblyd so theron,

And felle into a greatt brake of feron;The Kyng folowyd fulle fast.

Anon the Kyng bothe ferce and felleWas with the dere and dyd hym serve welle,And after the grasse he taste.

As the Kyng was with the dere alone,Streyghte ther cam to hym a quaynt grome,Armyd welle and sure,A knyght fulle strong and of greatt myghte.

And grymly wordes to the Kyng he sayd:"Welle imet, Kyng Arthour!

Thou hast me done wrong many a yereAnd wofully I shall quytte the here;

I hold thy lyfe days nyghe done.Thou hast gevyn my landes in certaynWith greatt wrong unto Sir Gawen.

Whate sayest thou, Kyng alone?"

"Syr Knyghte, whate is thy name with honour?"

"Syr Kyng," he sayd, "Gromer Somer Joure,I telle the nowe with ryghte."

"A, Sir Gromer Somer, bethynk the welle;To sle me here honour getyst thou no delle.Bethynk the thou artt a knyghte:

Yf thou sle me nowe in thys case,

Alle knyghtes wolle refuse the in every place;That shame shalle nevere the froo.Lett be thy wylle and folowe wyttAnd that is amys I shalle amend itt,

And thou wolt, or that I goo."

"Nay," sayd Sir Gromer Somer, "by Hevyn Kyng!So shalt thou nott skape, withoute lesyng;I have the nowe att avaylle.

Yf I shold lett the thus goo with mokery,Anoder tyme thou wolt me defye;

Of that I shalle nott faylle."

"Now," sayd the Kyng, "so God me save,Save my lyfe, and whate thou most crave,I shalle now graunt itt the;Shame thou shalt have to sle me in vener,

Thou armyd and I clothyd butt in grene, perd."

"Alle thys shalle nott help the, sekyrly.For I wolle nother lond ne gold, truly,Butt yf thou graunt me att a certeyn day

at; took a shotsorely; surely

on that spot; (see note)

thicket; fernvery quickly

fierce; eagerbutcher properly; (see note)

afterwards; grease (fat); assayed; (note)

Whilestrange man

fiercelymet

yearrequite you

lifetime nearlyindeed

(see note)by rights

considerslay; not a bit

leave yourecklessness; reason

whatever

If you wish before

escape, no lieat [my] advantage; (see note)

after mocking [you]Another; challenge in combat; (see note)

In [preventing] that

whatever; (see note)

in hunting

green, by God

surelywant

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Suche as I shalle sett, and in thys same araye.""Yes," sayd the Kyng; "Lo, here my hand."

"Ye, butt abyde, Kyng, and here me a stound.Fyrst thow shalt swere upon my sword broun

To shewe me att thy comyng whate wemen love bestin feld and town

And thou shalt mete me here withouten sendEvyn att this day twelfe monethes end;And thou shalt swere upon my swerd good

That of thy knyghtes shalle none com with the,by the Rood,

Nowther fremde ne freynd.

"And yf thou bryng nott answere withoute faylle,

Thyne hed thou shalt lose for thy travaylle -Thys shalle nowe be thyne othe.

Whate sayst thou, Kyng? Lett se, have done!""Syr, I graunt to thys! Now lett me gone.

Thoughe itt be to me fulle lothe,I ensure the, as I am true kyng,To com agayn att thys twelfe monethes endyng

And bryng the thyne answere.""Now go thy way, Kyng Arthure.Thy lyfe is in my hand, I am fulle sure;

Of thy sorowe thow artt nott ware.

"Abyde, Kyng Arthure, a lytell whyle:Loke nott today thou me begyle,And kepe alle thyng in close

For and I wyst, by Mary mylde,

Thou woldyst betray me in the feld,Thy lyf fyrst sholdyst thou lose.""Nay," sayd Kyng Arthure, "that may nott be.Untrewe knyght shalt thou nevere fynde me

To dye yett were me lever.Farwelle, Sir Knyght, and evyll mett.

I wolle com, and I be on lyve att the day sett,Thoughe I shold scape nevere."

The Kyng his bugle gan blowe.That hard every knyght and itt gan knowe;

Unto hym can they rake.

Ther they fond the Kyng and the dere,With sembland sad and hevy chere,That had no lust to layk."Go we home nowe to Carlylle;

Thys huntyng lykys me nott welle,"So sayd Kyng Arthure.

Alle the lordes knewe by his countenaunceThat the Kyng had mett with sume dysturbaunce.

specify; gear

hear; momentbright

women; (see note)

summonstwelve

Crossstranger nor; (see note)

head; effortoath

Come on, do itagree; [be] gone

distastefulassure

(see note)

plight; aware

trickto yourself

if I knew

would even be preferable to memet through bad luck

if I'm alive; appointedescape [alive]

didheard; did know

did; hasten

countenance; distressed lookWho; desire to play

Carlisle

pleases; (see note)


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Unto Carlylle then the Kyng cam,Butt of his hevynesse knewe no man;Hys hartt was wonder hevy.In this hevynesse he dyd abyde

That many of his knyghtes mervelyd that tyde,Tylle att the last Sir Gawen

To the Kyng he sayd than:"Syr, me marvaylythe ryghte soreWhate thyng that thou sorowyst fore."

Then answeryd the Kyng as tyghte:"I shall the telle, gentylle Gawen knyght.In the Forest as I was this daye,Ther I mett with a knyght in his araye,

And serteyn wordes to me he gan saynAnd chargyd me I shold hym nott bewrayne;

Hys councelle must I kepe therfore,Or els I am forswore."

"Nay, drede you nott, Lord! By Mary flower,I am nott that man that wold you dishonour

Nother by evyn ne by moron.""Forsothe I was on huntyng in Ingleswod;Thowe knowest welle I slewe an hartt, by the Rode,

Alle mysylf alon.Ther mett I with a knyght armyd sure;

His name he told me was Sir Gromer Somer Joure:Therfor I make my mone.

"Ther that knyght fast dyd me threte

And wold have slayn me with greatt heatt,But I spak fayre agayn.Wepyns with me ther had I none;Alas! My worshypp therfor is nowe gone."

"What therof?" sayd Gawen."Whatt nedys more? I shalle nott lye:

He wold have slayn me ther withoute mercy And that me was fulle lothe.He made me to swere that att the twelfe monethes end

That I shold mete hym ther in the same kynde;To that I plyghte my trowithe.

"And also I shold telle hym att the same dayWhate wemen desyren moste, in good faye;My lyf els shold I lese.This othe I made unto that knyghte,

And that I shold nevere telle itt to no wight;Of thys I myghte nott chese.

And also I shold com in none oder araye,Butt evyn as I was the same daye.And yf I faylyd of myne answere,

[the cause] of his sadnessheart; exceedingly

So that; at that time

then[it] puzzles me greatly

immediately

whilein full armor

certain; did saynot give him away

confidenceforsworn

fear; (see note)

evening; morningIn factCross

heavily

lament

pressingly; threaten

passionExcept that; in turn

Weaponshonor

What came of itcan I say

to me was most hatefultwelve

mannerpledged my troth (good faith)

faithotherwise; lose; (see note)

manIn this [matter]; choose

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I wott I shal be slayn ryghte there.Blame me nott thoughe I be a wofulle man;Alle thys is my drede and fere."

"Ye, Sir, make good chere.Lett make your hors redy

To ryde into straunge contrey;And evere wheras ye mete owther man or woman, in faye,Ask of theym whate thay therto saye,

And I shalle also ryde anoder wayeAnd enquere of every man and woman and gett whatt

I mayOf every man and womans answere;And in a boke I shalle theym wryte."

"I graunt," sayd the Kyng as tyte;"Ytt is welle advysed, Gawen the good,

Evyn by the Holy Rood."

Sone were they bothe redy,Gawen and the Kyng, wytterly.The Kyng rode on way and Gawen anoder

And evere enquyred of man, woman, and other,Whate wemen desyred moste dere.Somme sayd they lovyd to be welle arayd,

Somme sayd they lovyd to be fayre prayed,Somme sayd they lovyd a lusty man

That in theyr armys can clypp them and kysse them than.Somme sayd one, somme sayd other;And so had Gawen getyn many an answere.

By that Gawen had geten whate he maye

And come agayn by a certeyn daye.

Syr Gawen had goten answerys so manyThat had made a boke greatt, wytterly.

To the courte he cam agayn.By that was the Kyng comyn with hys boke,

And eyther on others pamplett dyd loke."Thys may nott faylle," sayd Gawen."By God," sayd the Kyng, "I drede me sore;

I cast me to seke a lytelle moreIn Yngleswod Forest.

I have butt a monethe to my day sett;

I may hapen on somme good tydynges to hitt Thys thynkythe me nowe best."

"Do as ye lyst," then Gawen sayd,

"Whatesoevere ye do I hold me payd;Hytt is good to be spyrryng.

Doute you nott, Lord, ye shalle welle spede;Sume of your sawes shalle help att nede,Els itt were ylle lykyng."

knowChide; if

[the cause of] my doubt

Have; prepared

either; faithto that [question]

inquire; learn

book

immediatelyconsidered

Cross

(see note)trulyone

othersdearly

accoutered

beseeched

hugone [thing]

Finally

returned

for sure

At the same time; had come

pamphlet(see note)

fear greatly

resolve; seek

hit [upon]seems to

please

satisfiedenquiring

Fear; faresayings

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Kyng Arthoure rode forthe on the other dayInto Yngleswod as hys gate laye,And ther he mett with a Lady.She was as ungoodly a creature

As evere man sawe, withoute mesure.Kyng Arthure mervaylyd securly.

Her face was red, her nose snotyd withalle,Her mowithe wyde, her tethe yalowe overe alle,

With bleryd eyen gretter then a balle.Her mowithe was nott to lak:Her tethe hyng overe her lyppes,Her chekys syde as wemens hippes.A lute she bare upon her bak;

Her nek long and therto greatt;Her here cloteryd on an hepe;

In the sholders she was a yard brode.Hangyng pappys to be an hors lode,

And lyke a barelle she was made.And to reherse the fowlnesse of that Lady,Ther is no tung may telle, securly;

Of lothynesse inowghe she had.

She satt on a palfray was gay begon,

With gold besett and many a precious stone.Ther was an unsemely syghte:

So fowlle a creature withoute mesureTo ryde so gayly, I you ensure,Ytt was no reason ne ryghte.

She rode to Arthoure and thus she sayd:

"God spede, Sir Kyng! I am welle paydThat I have with the mett;Speke with me, I rede, or thou goo,For thy lyfe is in my hand, I warn the soo;

That shalt thou fynde, and I itt nott lett."

"Why, whatt wold ye, Lady, nowe with me?""Syr, I wold fayn nowe speke with theAnd telle the tydynges good.

For alle the answerys that thou canst yelpe,None of theym alle shalle the helpe.

That shalt thou knowe, by the Rood.

Thou wenyst I knowe nott thy councelle,Butt I warn the, I knowe itt every dealle.Yf I help the nott, thou art butt dead.Graunt me, Sir Kyng, butt one thyng,

And for thy lyfe I make warrauntyng,Or elles thou shalt lose thy hed."

"Whate mean you, Lady? Telle me tyghte,For of thy wordes I have great dispyte;

nextpath led

uncouth

beyond measuremarveled transfixed

snotted as wellmouth; teeth yellow

bleary; thanoversmall

hung; (see note)broad; hipshump; back

equally broadhair clotted; heap

breasts [large enough]

recountsurely

ugliness enough

palfrey [that] was richly draped

adornedincongruous

handsomely; assureneither proper nor

satisfied

advise beforepromise you; (see note)

if; prevent

what do you desireeagerly

Despite; sing out

Cross

think; secretpromise; bit

all but; (see note)

stand as guarantor

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To you I have no nede.Whate is your desyre, fayre Lady?Lett me wete shortly Whate is your meanyng?

And why my lyfe is in your hand?Telle me, and I shalle you warraunt

Alle your oun askyng."

"Forsothe," sayd the Lady, "I am no qued.

Thou must graunt me a knyght to wed:His name is Sir Gawen.And suche covenaunt I wolle make the,Butt thorowe myne answere thy lyf savyd be,Elles lett my desyre be in vayne.

And yf myne answere save thy lyf,Graunt me to be Gawens wyf.

Advyse the nowe, Sir Kyng.For itt must be so, or thou artt butt dead;

Chose nowe, for thou mayste sone lose thyne hed.Telle me nowe in hying."

"Mary!" sayd the Kyng, "I maye nott graunt theTo make warraunt Sir Gawen to wed the;Alle lyethe in hym alon.

Butt and itt be so, I wolle do my labourIn savyng of my lyfe to make itt secour;

To Gawen wolle I make my mone.""Welle," sayd she, "nowe go home agaynAnd fayre wordes speke to Sir Gawen,

For thy lyf I may save.

Thoughe I be foulle, yett am I gaye;Thourghe me thy lyfe save he mayeOr sewer thy dethe to have."

"Alas!" he sayd; "Nowe woo is meThat I shold cause Gawen to wed the,

For he wol be lothe to saye naye.So foulle a Lady as ye ar nowe oneSawe I nevere in my lyfe on ground gone;

I nott whate I do may.""No force, Sir Kyng, thoughe I be foulle;

Choyse for a make hathe an owlle.

Thou getest of me no more.When thou comyst agayn to thyne answereRyghte in this place I shalle mete the here,Or elles I wott thou artt lore."

"Now farewelle," sayd the Kyng, "Lady."

"Ye, Sir," she sayd, "ther is a byrd men calle an owlle...And yett a Lady I am.""Whate is your name, I pray you, telle me?"

Of(see note)

know right away

guarantee

own

wicked person

(see note)

Except that throughOtherwise

Considerare as good as

mayhaste

"Good heavens!"guarantee

rests with him; (see note)

if it may be[that outcome] secure

lament

gracious

ensure; (see note)

you areto go

do not knowNo matter

mate [is allowed even to]

for your

know; lost; (see note)

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"Syr Kyng, I highte Dame Ragnelle, truly,That nevere yett begylyd man.""Dame Ragnelle, now have good daye.""Syr Kyng, God spede the on thy way!

Ryghte here I shalle the mete."Thus they departyd fayre and welle.

The Kyng fulle sone com to Carlylle,And his hartt hevy and greatt.

The fyrst man he mett was Sir Gawen,That unto the Kyng thus gan sayn,"Syr, howe have ye sped?""Forsothe," sayd the Kyng, "nevere so ylle!Alas, I am in poynt myself to spylle,

For nedely I most be ded.""Nay," sayd Gawen, "that may nott be!

I had lever myself be dead, so mott I the.Thys is ille tydand."

"Gawen, I mett today with the fowlyst LadyThat evere I sawe, sertenly.

She sayd to me my lyfe she wold save Butt fyrst she wold the to husbond have.Wherfor I am wo begon

Thus in my hartt I make my mone.""Ys this alle?" then sayd Gawen;

"I shalle wed her and wed her agayn,Thowghe she were a fend;Thowghe she were as foulle as Belsabub,

Her shalle I wed, by the Rood,

Or elles were nott I your frende.

"For ye ar my Kyng with honourAnd have worshypt me in many a stowre;

Therfor shalle I nott lett.To save your lyfe, Lorde, itt were my parte,

Or were I false and a greatt coward;And my worshypp is the bett.""Iwys, Gawen, I mett her in Inglyswod.

She told me her name, by the Rode:That itt was Dame Ragnelle.

She told me butt I had of her answere,

Elles alle my laboure is nevere the nere Thus she gan me telle.

"And butt yf her answere help me welle

Elles let her have her desyre no dele This was her covenaunt.

And yf her answere help me, and none other,Then wold she have you: here is alle togederThat made she warraunt."

am named Lady; (see note)deceived a man

you meet

soon camepainful

did sayyou fared

ready; destroy

of necessity

rather; may I prosperbad news

certainly

desires you as

lament(see note)

fiendthe devil

Cross

honored; battle

hesitaterole

honor; moreIndeed

Cross

unless; from

Otherwise; nearer [success]did

unless

Otherwise; not at all

no other [answer]

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"As for this," sayd Gawen, "itt shalle nott lett:I wolle wed her att whate tyme ye wolle sett.I pray you, make no care.For and she were the moste fowlyst wyghte

That evere men myghte se with syghte,For your love I wolle nott spare."

"Garamercy, Gawen," then sayd Kyng Arthor;"Of alle knyghtes thou berest the flowre

That evere yett I fond.My worshypp and my lyf thou savyst forevere;Therfore my love shalle nott frome the dyssevyr,As I am Kyng in lond."Then within five or six days

The Kyng must nedys goo his waysTo bere his answere.

The Kyng and Sir Gawen rode oute of toun No man with them, butt they alone,

Neder ferre ne nere.

When the Kyng was within the Forest:

"Syr Gawen, farewelle, I must go west;Thou shalt no furder goo.""My Lord, God spede you on your jorney.

I wold I shold nowe ryde your way,For to departe I am ryghte wo."

The Kyng had rydden butt a while,Lytelle more then the space of a myle,Or he mett Dame Ragnelle.

"A, Sir Kyng! Ye arre nowe welcum here.

I wott ye ryde to bere your answere;That wolle avaylle you no dele."

"Nowe," sayd the Kyng, "sithe itt wolle none other be,

Telle me your answere nowe, and my lyfe save me;Gawen shalle you wed.

So he hathe promysed me my lyf to save,And your desyre nowe shalle ye have,Bothe in bowre and in bed.

Therfor telle me nowe alle in hast Whate wolle help now att last?

Have done, I may nott tary."

"Syr," quod Dame Ragnelle, "nowe shalt thou knoweWhate wemen desyren moste of highe and lowe;From this I wolle nott varaye:

"Summe men sayn we desyre to be fayre;Also we desyre to have repayre

Of diverse straunge men;Also we love to have lust in bed;And often we desyre to wed.

get in the way; (see note)whatever; will

have no concernif; person

stint

Many thankstake the prize

knewhonor

from you be severedWhile

offer

Neither far; near

[he said]

furtherquest

wishvery distressed

Before

perceivewill; not at all

not otherwise

save for me

in order to save

chamber

haste

Be quick

high and low rankdeviate

traffic

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Thus ye men nott kenYett we desyre anoder maner thyng:To be holden nott old, butt fresshe and yong,With flatryng and glosyng and quaynt gyn

So ye men may us wemen evere wynOf whate ye wolle crave.

"Ye goo fulle nyse, I wolle nott lye;Butt there is one thyng is alle oure fantasye,

And that nowe shalle ye knowe.We desyren of men above alle maner thyngTo have the sovereynt, withoute lesyng,Of alle, bothe hyghe and lowe.For where we have sovereynt, alle is ourys,

Thoughe a knyght be nevere so ferys,And evere the mastry wynne.

Of the moste manlyest is oure desyre:To have the sovereynt of suche a syre,

Suche is oure crafte and gynne.

"Therfore wend, Sir Kyng, on thy way,

And telle that knyght, as I the saye,That itt is as we desyren moste.He wol be wrothe and unsoughte

And curse her fast that itt the taughte,For his laboure is lost.

Go forthe, Sir Kyng, and hold promyse,For thy lyfe is sure nowe in alle wyse,That dare I welle undertake."

The Kyng rode forthe a greatt shake,

As fast as he myghte gateThorowe myre, more, and fenne,Whereas the place was sygnyd and sett then.

Evyn there with Sir Gromer he mett,And stern wordes to the Kyng he spak with that:

"Com of, Sir Kyng, nowe lett seOf thyne answere, whate itt shal be,For I am redy grathyd."

The Kyng pullyd oute bokes twayne:"Syr, ther is myne answer, I dare sayn;

For somme wolle help att nede."

Syr Gromer lokyd on theym everychon:"Nay, nay, Sir Kyng, thou artt butt a dead man;Therfor nowe shalt thou blede."

"Abyde, Sir Gromer," sayd Kyng Arthoure,"I have one answere shalle make alle sure."

"Lett se," then sayd Sir Gromer,"Or els, so God me help, as I the say,Thy dethe thou shalt have with large paye,

do not understandAlso; another

regarded ascajolery and special art

whatever; will

act very foolishly; (see note)fancy

mastery, no lie

fiercemastery

a lord

skill; art

go

you tellWhat

angry; bitter

stoutly; you

keep [your]secure; ways

well declare; (see note)

at headlong speed; (see note)

gomoor; bog

assigned

Rightright away

Come on

all prepared

two bookssay

one [of these] will have to help

every oneas good as

bleed

settle everything; (see note)

seetell

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I telle the nowe ensure.""Now," sayd the Kyng, "I se, as I gesse,In the is butt a lytelle gentilnesse,By God that ay is helpand.

Here is oure answere, and that is alleThat wemen desyren moste specialle,

Bothe of fre and bond:

"I saye no more, butt above al thyng

Wemen desyre sovereynt, for that is theyr lykyng.And that is ther moste desyre,To have the rewlle of the manlyest men,And then ar they welle. Thus they me dyd kenTo rule the, Gromer Syre."

"And she that told the nowe, Sir Arthoure,I pray to God, I maye se her bren on a fyre;

For that was my suster, Dame Ragnelle,That old scott, God geve her shame.

Elles had I made the fulle tame;Nowe have I lost moche travaylle.

"Go where thou wolt, Kyng Arthoure,For of me thou maiste be evere sure.Alas, that I evere se this day!

Nowe, welle I wott, myne enim thou wolt be.And att suche a pryk shall I nevere gett the;

My song may be 'Welle-awaye!"'"No," sayd the Kyng, "that make I warraunt:Some harnys I wolle have to make me defendaunt,

That make I God avowe!

In suche a plyghte shalt thou nevere me fynde;And yf thou do, lett me bete and bynde,As is for thy best prouf."

"Nowe have good day," sayd Sir Gromer."Farewele," sayd Sir Arthoure; "so mott I the,

I am glad I have so sped."Kyng Arthoure turnyd hys hors into the playn,And sone he mett with Dame Ragnelle agayn,

In the same place and stede."Syr Kyng, I am glad ye have sped welle.

I told howe itt wold be, every delle;

Nowe hold that ye have hyghte:Syn I have savyd your lyf, and none other,Gawen must me wed, Sir Arthoure,That is a fulle gentille knyght."

"No, Lady; that I you hyghte I shalle nott faylle.

So ye wol be rulyd by my councelle,Your wille then shalle ye have.""Nay, Sir Kyng, nowe wolle I nott soo;

surelythink

ever; helping

especially

unfree

their pleasure

controlThus they did teach me

burn

nag; (see note)

Otherwiseeffort

you wishmay rest assured

knowplight

alas[of] that; guarantee

armor; ready for combat

an oath

have me beatenAs living proof

as I prosper

fared

spot

part

hold [to] what; promised; (see note)Since

Who

what; promised

As long as

will I not [have it] so


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515

520

525

530

535

540

545

550

Openly I wol be weddyd, or I parte the frooElles shame wolle ye have.Ryde before, and I wolle com after,Unto thy courte, Syr Kyng Arthoure.

Of no man I wolle shame;Bethynk you howe I have savyd your lyf.

Therfor with me nowe shalle ye nott stryfe,For and ye do, ye be to blame."

The Kyng of her had greatt shame,Butt forth she rood, thoughe he were grevyd;Tylle they cam to Karlyle forth they mevyd.Into the courte she rode hym by;For no man wold she spare, securly

Itt likyd the Kyng fulle ylle.Alle the contraye had wonder greatt

Fro whens she com, that foule unswete;They sawe nevere of so fowlle a thyng.

Into the halle she went, in certen."Arthoure, Kyng, lett fetche me Sir Gaweyn,Before the knyghtes, alle in hying,

"That I may nowe be made sekyr.In welle and wo trowithe plyghte us togeder

Before alle thy chyvalry.This is your graunt; lett se, have done.

Sett forthe Sir Gawen, my love, anon,For lenger tarying kepe nott I."Then cam forthe Sir Gawen the knyght:

"Syr, I am redy of that I you hyghte,

Alle forwardes to fulfylle.""God have mercy!" sayd Dame Ragnelle then;"For thy sake I wold I were a fayre woman,For thou art of so good wylle."

Ther Sir Gawen to her his trowthe plyghte

In welle and in woo, as he was a true knyght;Then was Dame Ragnelle fayn."Alas!" then sayd Dame Gaynour;

So sayd alle the ladyes in her bower,And wept for Sir Gawen.

"Alas!" then sayd bothe Kyng and knyght,

That evere he shold wed suche a wyghte,She was so fowlle and horyble.She had two tethe on every sydeAs borys tuskes, I wolle nott hyde,

Of lengthe a large handfulle.

The one tusk went up and the other doun.A mowthe fulle wyde and fowlle igrown,With grey herys many on.

Publicly; fromOtherwise; will; (see note)

Upon; [do] I wish

striveif

was ashamedgrieved

onward; rodealongside

hold back surely

pleasedEveryone

whence; unlovely

indeedhave summoned [for] me; (see note)

haste

have suretylet us pledge [our] troth; (see note)

knightspledge; come on, do it

Bringlonger; suffer

for what; promised

agreements(see note)

troth

gladGuenevere

chamber

person

each; (see note)boar's; dissemble

In; hand's breadth

foully grownhairs; one


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560

565

570

575

580

585

590

595

600

Her lyppes laye lumpryd on her chyn;Nek forsothe on her was none iseen She was a lothly on!She wold nott be weddyd in no maner

Butt there were made a krye in all the shyre,Bothe in town and in borowe.

Alle the ladyes nowe of the lond,She lett kry to com to handTo kepe that brydalle thorowe.

So itt befylle after on a dayeThat maryed shold be that fowlle mayeUnto Sir Gawen.The daye was comyn the daye shold be;

Therof the ladyes had greatt pitey."Alas!" then gan they sayn.

The Queen prayd Dame Ragnelle sekerly "To be maryed in the mornyng erly,

As pryvaly as ye may.""Nay!" she sayd; "By Hevyn Kyng,That wolle I nevere, for no thyng,

For oughte that ye can saye.

"I wol be weddyd alle openly,

For with the Kyng suche covenaunt made I.I putt you oute of dowte,

I wolle nott to churche tylle Highe Masse tymeAnd in the open halle I wolle dyne,In myddys of alle the rowte."

"I am greed," sayd Dame Gaynour;

"Butt me wold thynk more honourAnd your worshypp moste.""Ye, as for that, Lady, God you save.This daye my worshypp wolle I have,

I telle you withoute boste."

She made her redy to churche to fareAnd alle the states that there ware,Syrs, withoute lesing.

She was arayd in the richest maner,More fressher than Dame Gaynour;

Her arayment was worthe thre thowsand mark

Of good red nobles, styff and stark,So rychely she was begon.For alle her rayment, she bare the belleOf fowlnesse, that evere I hard telle

So fowlle a sowe sawe nevere man.

For to make a shortt conclusion,When she was weddyd, they hyed theym home;To mete alle they went.

lumpish

one

Except; proclamationborough

did summon; to visitwedding feast; (see note)

(see note)

date had arrived [when]

steadfastly

privately; (see note)

anything

assure you

midst; company

agreed

Only I am thinking aboutworship

honor

boast

As did all those of noble rankno lie

(see note)

coin; harddone up

Despite; took the prizeFor; heard

sow

As soon as; hasteneddinner


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610

615

620

625

630

635

640

This fowlle Lady bygan the highe dese;She was fulle foulle and nott curteys,So sayd they alle verament.When the servyce cam her before,

She ete as moche as six that ther wore;That mervaylyd many a man.

Her nayles were long ynchys thre,Therwith she breke her mete ungoodly;Therfore she ete alone.

She ette thre capons, and also curlues thre,And greatt bake metes she ete up, perd.Al men therof had mervaylle.Ther was no mete cam her before

Butt she ete itt up, lesse and more,That praty, fowlle dameselle.

Alle men then that evere her saweBad the deville her bonys gnawe,

Bothe knyght and squyre.So she ete tylle mete was done,Tylle they drewe clothes and had wasshen,

As is the gyse and maner.

Meny men wold speke of diverse service;

I trowe ye may wete inowghe ther was,Bothe of tame and wylde.

In Kyng Arthours courte ther was no wonttThat myghte be gotten with mannys hond,

Noder in Forest ne in feld.

Ther were mynstralles of diverse contrey.

[The manuscript is here missing one leaf, containingabout seventy lines; the narrative continues

at the moment of Ragnelle's and Gawain's wedding night.]

"A, Sir Gawen, syn I have you wed,Shewe me your cortesy in bed;

With ryghte itt may nott be denyed.

"Iwyse, Sir Gawen," that Lady sayd,

"And I were fayre ye wold do anoder brayd,Butt of wedlok ye take no hed.Yett for Arthours sake kysse me att the leste;I pray you do this att my request.

Lett se howe ye can spede."Sir Gawen sayd, "I wolle do more

Then for to kysse, and God before!"He turnyd hym her untille.He sawe her the fayrest creature

occupied first place on the daiscourteous

trulyplatters

were there[At] that

inches threebroke her bread unmannerly

she didn't wait for anyone

curlewsroasts; by God

(see note)

But she did notcrafty

Bade; bones

cleared tables

custom

various courses

trust; know enough[meats]

lack[Of] what

Neither

since

By

Surely

If; take another tackUnless; regard

least; (see note)

farewill [undertake to] do

towards


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650

655

660

665

670

675

680

685

That evere he sawe, withoute mesure.She sayd, "Whatt is your wylle?"

"A, Jhesu!" he sayd; "Whate ar ye?"

"Sir, I am your wyf, securly.Why ar ye so unkynde?"

"A, Lady, I am to blame.I cry you mercy, my fayre madame Itt was nott in my mynde.

A Lady ye ar fayre in my syghte,And today ye were the foulyst wyghteThat evere I sawe with mine ie.Wele is me, my Lady, I have you thus" And brasyd her in his armys and gan her kysse

And made greatt joye, sycurly.

"Syr," she sayd, "thus shalle ye me have:Chese of the one, so God me save,

My beawty wolle nott hold Wheder ye wolle have me fayre on nyghtesAnd as foulle on days to alle men sightes,

Or els to have me fayre on daysAnd on nyghtes on the fowlyst wyfe The one ye must nedes have.

Chese the one or the oder.Chese on, Sir Knyght, whiche you is levere,

Your worshypp for to save."

"Alas!" sayd Gawen; "The choyse is hard.

To chese the best, itt is froward,

Wheder choyse that I chese:To have you fayre on nyghtes and no more,That wold greve my hartt ryghte sore,And my worshypp shold I lese.

And yf I desyre on days to have you fayre,Then on nyghtes I shold have a symple repayre.

Now fayn wold I chose the best:I ne wott in this world whatt I shalle saye,Butt do as ye lyst nowe, my Lady gaye.

The choyse I putt in your fyst:

"Evyn as ye wolle, I putt itt in your hand.

Lose me when ye lyst, for I am bond;I putt the choyse in you.Bothe body and goodes, hartt, and every dele,Ys alle your oun, for to by and selle

That make I God avowe!""Garamercy, corteys Knyght," sayd the Lady;

"Of alle erthly knyghtes blyssyd mott thou be,For now am I worshyppyd.Thou shalle have me fayre bothe day and nyghte

compare

(see note)

without doubtaloof (unnatural)

(I was not thinking)

(see note)person

eye; (see note)

embraced; did

surely

(see note)Choose

Whether; (see note)

wife [of all]of necessity

one; preferable

honor

confounding

Either

lose; (see note)

dismal relations

happilydon't know

[it] pleases you; (see note)

hand

Just

Release; bound

partbuy

Many thanks courteous

mayhonored properly


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695

700

705

710

715

720

725

730

And evere whyle I lyve as fayre and bryghte;Therfore be nott grevyd.

"For I was shapen by nygramancy,

With my stepdame, God have on her mercy,And by enchauntement;

And shold have bene oderwyse understond,Evyn tylle the best of EnglondHad wedyd me verament,

And also he shold geve me the sovereyntOf alle his body and goodes, sycurly.Thus was I disformyd;And thou, Sir Knyght, curteys Gawen,Has gevyn me the sovereynt serteyn,

That woll nott wrothe the erly ne late.

"Kysse me, Sir Knyght, evyn now here;I pray the, be glad and make good chere,

For well is me begon."Ther they made joye oute of mynde,So was itt reason and cours of kynde,

They two theymself alone.She thankyd God and Mary myldeShe was recovered of that that she was defoylyd;

So dyd Sir Gawen.He made myrthe alle in her boure

And thankyd of alle Oure Savyoure,I telle you, in certeyn.

With joye and myrthe they wakyd tylle daye

And than wold ryse that fayre maye."Ye shalle nott," Sir Gawen sayd;"We wolle lye and slepe tylle prymeAnd then lett the Kyng calle us to dyne."

"I am greed," then sayd the mayd.Thus itt passyd forth tylle middaye.

"Syrs," quod the Kyng, "lett us go and asayeYf Sir Gawen be on lyve.I am fulle ferd of Sir Gawen,

Nowe lest the fende have hym slayn;Nowe wold I fayn preve.

"Go we nowe," sayd Arthoure the Kyng."We wolle go se theyr uprysyng,Howe welle that he hathe sped."They cam to the chambre, alle incerteyn.

"Aryse," sayd the Kyng to Sir Gawen;"Why slepyst thou so long in bed?"

"Mary," quod Gawen, "Sir Kyng, sicurly,I wold be glad, and ye wold lett me be,For I am fulle welle att eas.

grieved

transformed; necromancy; (see note)

By

otherwise [as a hag] perceivedUntil; best [knight]

truly

masterysurely

On such conditions

Who; hurt

I am well-offbeyond imagining

So far as it accorded with nature

which had defiled her

chamber

for everything

stayed awake; dawn

arise; woman; (see note)

mid-morning

agreed

find out; (see note)alive

fearful for

fiendgladly make sure

unsure; (see note)

surelyif you would

ease


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740

745

750

755

760

765

770

775

780

Abyde, ye shalle se the dore undone!I trowe that ye wolle say I am welle goon;I am fulle lothe to ryse."

Syr Gawen rose, and in his hand he tokeHis fayr Lady, and to the dore he shoke,

And opynyd the dore fulle fayre.She stod in her smok alle by that fyre;Her here was to her knees as red as gold wyre.

"Lo, this is my repayre!Lo!" sayd Gawen Arthoure untille "Syr, this is my wyfe, Dame Ragnelle,That savyd onys your lyfe."He told the Kyng and the Queen hem beforn

Howe sodenly from her shap she dyd torne "My Lord, nowe be your leve"

And whate was the cause she forshapen was

Syr Gawen told the Kyng both more and lesse."I thank God," sayd the Queen;"I wenyd, Sir Gawen, she wold the have myscaryed;

Therfore in my hartt I was sore agrevyd.Butt the contrary is here seen!"Ther was game, revelle, and playe,

And every man to other gan saye,"She is a fayre wyghte."

Than the Kyng them alle gan telleHow did help hym att nede Dame Ragnelle,"Or my dethe had bene dyghte."

Ther the Kyng told the Queen, by the Rood,Howe he was bestad in IngleswodWith Sir Gromer Somer Joure,And whate othe the knyght made hym swere,

"Or elles he had slayn me ryghte thereWithoute mercy or mesure.

This same Lady, Dame Ragnelle,From my dethe she dyd help me ryght welle,Alle for the love of Gawen."

Then Gawen told the Kyng alle togederHowe forshapen she was with her stepmoder

Tylle a knyght had holpen her agayn.

Ther she told the Kyng fayre and welleHowe Gawen gave her the sovereynt every delle,And whate choyse she gave to hym.

"God thank hym of his curtesye;He savid me from chaunce and vilony

That was fulle foulle and grym.Therfore, curteys Knyght and hend Gawen,Shalle I nevere wrathe the serteyn,

trust; well-off; (see note)completely averse

hastened

widelynight dress right by

hair; (see note)

source of comfortunto

oncein their presence

monstrousness; revertby

transformed

in all details

thought; harmed

didperson; (see note)

(see note)assured

Crossbeset

oath

fullytransformed; by; (see note)

helped

part

mischance; evil

gracioushurt you surely


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795

800

805

810

815

820

825

That promyse nowe here I make.Whilles that I lyve I shal be obaysaunt;To God above I shalle itt warraunt,And nevere with you to debate."

"Garamercy, Lady," then sayd Gawen;

"With you I hold me fulle welle contentAnd that I trust to fynde."He sayd, "My love shalle she have.

Therafter nede she nevere more crave,For she hathe bene to me so kynde."The Queen sayd, and the ladyes alle,"She is the fayrest nowe in this halle,I swere by Seynt John!

My love, Lady, ye shalle have evereFor that ye savid my Lord Arthoure,

As I am a gentilwoman."

Syr Gawen gatt on her GyngolynThat was a good knyght of strengthe and kynnAnd of the Table Round.

Att every greatt fest that Lady shold be.Of fayrnesse she bare away the bewtye,Wher she yed on the ground.

Gawen lovyd that Lady, Dame Ragnelle;In alle his lyfe he lovyd none so welle,

I telle you withoute lesyng.As a coward he lay by her bothe day and nyghte.

Nevere wold he haunt justyng aryghte;

Theratt mervaylyd Arthoure the Kyng.

She prayd the Kyng for his gentilnes,"To be good lord to Sir Gromer, iwysse,Of that to you he hathe offendyd."

"Yes, Lady, that shalle I nowe for your sake,For I wott welle he may nott amendes make;

He dyd to me fulle unhend."Nowe for to make you a short conclusyon,I cast me for to make an end fulle sone

Of this gentylle Lady.She lyvyd with Sir Gawen butt yerys five;

That grevid Gawen alle his lyfe,

I telle you securly.

In her lyfe she grevyd hym nevere;Therfor was nevere woman to hym lever.

Thus leves my talkyng.She was the fayrest Lady of alle Englond,

When she was on lyve, I understand;So sayd Arthoure the Kyng.Thus endythe the adventure of Kyng Arthoure,

obedient

Great thanks

will ever be the case

Beyond that

begot; Guinglain; (see note)ancestry

the [prize for] beautywent

(see note)

no lieSubmissively; stayed

pursue jousting as usual

(see note)

indeedInsofar as

know; offer restitution

acted towards; uncourteously

undertake

five years

offendeddearer

ends; performance

dare say


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835

840

845

850

That oft in his days was grevyd sore,And of the weddyng of Gawen.Gawen was weddyd oft in his days;Butt so welle he nevere lovyd woman always,

As I have hard men sayn.

This adventure befelle in Ingleswod,As good Kyng Arthoure on huntyng yod;Thus have I hard men telle.

Nowe God, as thou were in Bethleme born,Suffer nevere her soules be forlorneIn the brynnyng fyre of helle!

And, Jhesu, as thou were borne of a virgyn,

Help hym oute of sorowe that this tale dyd devyne,And that nowe in alle hast,

For he is besett with gaylours manyThat kepen hym fulle sewerly,

With wyles wrong and wraste.Nowe God, as thou art veray Kyng Royalle,Help hym oute of daunger that made this tale

For therin he hathe bene long.And of greatt pety help thy servaunt,For body and soull I yeld into thyne hand,

For paynes he hathe strong.

Here endythe the weddyng ofSyr Gawen and Dame RagnelleFor helpyng of Kyng Arthoure.

sorely harassed

(see note)constantly

heard

went

(see note)their; lost

burning

make up[do] that

jailors; (see note)guard; securely

tricks; powerfultrue; (see note)

out of; pity

THE WEDDING OF SIR GAWAIN AND DAME RAGNELLE: NOTES

1 As I have mentioned in the introduction to the text, the scribe's letter forms are often

interchangeable, and strokes ambiguous. Often transcription will therefore be somewhat arbitrary.Where the scribe's forms are clear, I have reproduced them in my readings; where they are unclear, Ihave opted for forms closer to modern conventions of spelling. This has resulted in someinconsistencies, such as a mix of spellings like his and hys. In general, I have regarded final flourishesas meaningless, and so given, for example, knyghtand with (in agreement with Madden and Hartwell)

in preference to knyghte and withe (the usual readings in Sumner, Whiting, and Sands). In cases ofdouble lwith a stroke, I have retained a final e (i.e., welle,fulle,Ragnelle). These ambiguities ofwriting practice are not uncommon in medieval and Renaissance vernacular manuscripts, and thescribe certainly did not regard them as affecting the meaning of the text in any essential way.Consequently I have not recorded in these notes all the instances where spelling differs from edition

to edition because the scribe's forms can legitimately be read in a variety of ways.Ragnelle has beenedited more times than most other Middle English romances; I have benefitted greatly by consultingthese earlier editions, and at the same time I have had to make choices among confusing, confused,


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and sometimes contradictory readings. These differences among editions have the effect of makingthe text ofRagnelle seem even more unpredictable in its orthography than it actually is. This has beencomplicated by attempts at editorial "normalization"; this is especially the case with Sands (likely the

best known print of the poem), where standardization is itself inconsistent, and new spellings and

word forms are added to the manuscript's readings. The present edition tries to offer a readable textthat leaves the manuscript readings unaltered wherever possible. I have modernized spellings, giving

"j" for "i," "u" for "v" and "w," "v" for "u" and "w," and "w" for "u" and "v" in accord with currentusage.Abbreviations: R = Rawlinson MS, M = Madden, S = Sumner, W = Whiting, Sands = Sands, H =

Hartwell. See Select Bibliography for these editions.

11belovid by that. R: belovid that; M adds by for sense, which I follow.

16Ingleswod. The story is set in Inglewood Forest, near Carlisle (see lines 127, 132, 325) inCumberland, in northwest England, on the border of Scotland. Inglewood Forest (whose Anglo-

Saxon name, meaning "the wood of the Angles," suggests an English settlement in contested Britishterritory) ceased to exist in the nineteenth century. Its mention connectsRagnelle with the settings for

Avowyng(line 65) andAwntyrs (line 709). The Tarn Wathelene (mentioned inAvowyng,Awntyrs, andMarriage) was located within Inglewood Forest; seeAwntyrs, line 2 and note. For these tales of SirGawain, the woods and lakes of Inglewood and the environs of Carlisle were locales with strong

Arthurian and marvelous associations.

26houndes. R:goundes; M reads as houndes, H reads as hounds; S, W emend tog[r]oundes.

43theron. R: deron. The manuscript reading has presented a puzzle to editors. Most have taken deron

(see line 26) to mean "covertly," though such a spelling is not, so far as I know, attested elsewhere.Again, deron might seem a past participle ofderien, "to wound," though, likewise, no spellingsresembling deron occur. I have taken it therefore as a case in which the scribe substitutes dforth;

other instances occur at lines 176 (oder), 196 (anoder), 383 (Neder), 386 (furder), and so on, though

in all of these cases the scribe substitutes dfor a voiced, intervocalic th, not for an initial unvoicedsound. I take the line to mean that the wounded deer fell down on the spot. To read this as a form ofderne would suggest either that the deer fell blindly into a thicket, or fell into a blind thicket (whichconcealed Sir Gromer).

47serve welle. R: vell. The scribe writess with -erabbreviation stroke over the letter, followed by

wellwith a stroke through the ascenders. M reads serve well, which makes good sense in this context;I follow scribal spelling of this reading as in S, W. H readssirvell, and emends to quell.

48grasse. S derives the meaning of this word from the Old English word for "grass," and is followedby W. Sands calls it "a puzzling line," and, following S, suggests the deer touched the grass (i.e.,

died). It seems certain, however, that this scene is an "assay," in which the hunter measures the deer's

fat (grasse, meaning grease or fat) as a preliminary to the ritualized "breaking" or butchering of theanimal. Such scenes occur in Gottfried von Strassburg's Tristan, in which the hero proves his royalidentity by demonstrating his knowledge of the ritual, and in the Middle EnglishParlement of theThre Ages and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Instructions for the assay are given in several

hunting manuals; see notes to lines 1325 ff. ofSir Gawain and the Green Knightin the Tolkien-Gordon-Davis edition, where the "gres" of the "fowlest" deer is two fingers in breadth. H also notes

this connection, as does Susan Dannenbaum [Crane] in her note on the line (Explicator40 [1982], 3-4).


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62Gromer Somer Joure. H readsJourer(with expanded abbreviation) and emends toJour. The nameseems less connected with chivalry than with folklore. Malory in theMorte Darthurnames SirGromore Somyr Joure (or Sir Gromoreson in the Winchester manuscript) among the faction of twelveknights who align themselves with Gawain's brothers Mordred and Aggravayne in the ambush of

Lancelot (see Works, p. 1164, and also pp. 343, 346, 1148). Among the others in the faction are SirGyngolyne, the son of Sir Gawain and (according to the present romance) Ragnelle (see line 799). In

Turke (see text and notes at lines 320 ff. in this volume), Sir Gawain transforms the pagan "Turk" bybeheading him, and he becomes Sir Gromer. But here his dangerousness, his sudden appearance deepin the woods, and his name would seem to connect Sir Gromer Somer Joure to the festivities of

midsummer's day and night, and to the spirits and the "great and ugly gyants marching as if they werealive" associated with this occasion in England through the sixteenth century (George Puttenham, The

Arte of English Poesie, ed. Gladys Doidge Willcock and Alice Walker [Cambridge: CambridgeUniversity Press, 1936], p. 153). In this respect, he shares some traits with the Green Knight, inGreene Knight(text and notes in this volume) and still more with the eerie intruder ofSir Gawain and

the Green Knight, who exhibits striking similarities to the participants at celebrations of theagricultural year. The name Gromermay simply be a version of "groom," i.e., "man," as in

"bridegroom" (compare line 50, where this term is applied to Sir Gromer), or a derivative from"gram," "angry." InMarriage, the lady tells Gawain that her wicked stepmother not only cast a spell

on her, but "witched my brother to a carlish" shape (line 179). InRagnelle, there's no evidence thatSir Gromer is bewitched, and he is without doubt a knight, as Arthur's greetings and descriptionsmake clear. See also note on Gyngolyn, line 799 below.

75I have the nowe att avaylle. For the use of this phrase to express triumph, see OED, "avail," sb.,1b.

77defye. The word defy carries a quasi-technical meaning in the context of chivalric honor; it implies

a public challenge, which is simultaneously a denunciation and a demand for open, physicalvindication of one's honor, and is therefore quite the opposite of what Sir Gromer Somer Jour doeshere. See MED, "defien" v. 1, 2.

80whate thou most crave. Arthur's offer to Sir Gromer anticipates the riddle the latter poses to theKing to name "whate wemen love best" (line 91). In the same way, Sir Gromer's remark "Thy lyfeis in my hand" (line 107) is directly echoed in Ragnelle's identical claim (line 256).

86certeyn. M, S, W, Sands: certayn.

91best in feld and town is written into margin; this hypermetrical tag may be part of a lost line.

96fremde. R:frende; M readsfremde, which I follow.

104endyng. R: end; I emend for the sake of rhyme.

128huntyng. W misprints hyntyng.

149By Mary flower. This is an elliptical phrase, meaning, "Mary, flower among women," or "flowerof womanhood."

172lese. R: leve; M reads lese. H reads R as lose, but follows M's emendation, as I do.

194they. R: the; M reads they, which I follow.


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212faylle. R:ffayd; M readsfaylle, which I follow.

235her. R: he; M reads her, which I follow.

256 ff. Ragnelle's warning here precisely repeats the boast her brother, Sir Gromer, had made toArthur at line 107 and so emphasizes the parallel between the compacts into which the king is forced.

See also line 80 and note.

266Yf I help the nott, thou art butt dead. R:ButtIwarntheyf I help the nott, thou art butt dead; I

follow M in omitting the phrase repeated from previous line, as a probable copyist's error.

273Whate is your desyre, fayre Lady. Arthur's question ironically solicits from Ragnelle a concretereply to the enigma Sir Gromer has set for him. In fulfilling her desire for Gawain, Arthur presumablyobtains the answer to what all women desire, and answers Sir Gromer's challenge as well (see lines

467-72).

280a knyght to wed. The line involves a pun: a knight to marry, and a knight as pledge of good faith("to wed"). See OED, wedsb., 2a.

293Alle lyethe in hym alon. In making individual consent rather than family or state interests, orpriestly authority the ultimate basis for a valid marriage, the poem reflects central doctrinal

positions taught from the twelfth century; see R. H. Helmholz,Marriage Litigation in MedievalEngland(Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1974). Ragnelle makes the same point,concerning her own right to choose, at line 310.

302sewer. S (followed by Sands) glosses this word adverbially, as "surely," but it seems more likely

a form of the verbsure, "to assure": through me Gawain may save your life, or assure that your deathcomes about.

314lore. R: lorefowll; I follow M in omitting the final word, which seems a confused rhyme.

316ther is a byrd men calle an owlle. The precise import of this line is unclear; it may be that a partof the text is missing here. In echoing herself from line 310, Ragnelle seems to mean owlle to refer

both to her own monstrousness (the owl was chiefly a negative symbol in late medieval writings) and

to her natural rights as a human being, or to her repellent appearance and her assertion that she is inreality a Lady (line 315).

319Dame Ragnelle. The name is otherwise unknown in Arthurian romance. InPatience, a poeticversion of the Jonah story usually attributed to the author ofSir Gawain and the Green Knight, the

gentile sailors on whose ship the Hebrew prophet tries to escape from the Lord curse him by "Ragnel"(line 188), apparently intended to be taken as the name of a pagan god or devil. See the note in J. J.

Anderson's edition (Manchester, 1969), p. 59. In the Digby play ofMary Magdalen a heathen priest

and his servant perform a comic exorcism in broken Latin, and then call on the gods "Ragnell andRoffyn" (line 1200;Late Medieval Religious Plays of . . . Digby 133, ed. Donald C. Baker and others,EETS o.s. 283 [Oxford, 1982], p. 64). The Chester play of "Balaam" has that gentile prophet invokehis gods "Ruffyn and Reynell" (line 213); the latter is given as "Ragnell" in one manuscript.

Likewise, the Chester play of "Antichrist" has Antichrist call for aid:

Helpe, Sathanas and Lucyfere!

Belzebubb, bould batchellere!Ragnell, Ragnell, thou art my deare! (lines 645-47)


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(The Chester Mystery Cycle, ed. R. M. Lumiansky and David Mills, EETS s.s. 3 [Oxford, 1974], pp.87 and 434; see also commentary by the same editors, EETS s.s. 9 [Oxford, 1986], pp. 69 and 347.)This widespread equivalence between the nameRagnelle and an exotic pagan god or devil may beechoed in Gawain's intentionally exaggerated comparison of Ragnelle to "a fend" and "Belsabub"

(lines 344-45), or Arthur's reference to "the fende" (line 725), by which he may mean that he takesRagnelle to be an evil spirit. InMarriage, the lady does not have a name, but she says her stepmother

"witched me" so that "I must walke in womans liknesse, / Most like a feeind of hell" (lines 181-82).These associations may have made Ragnelle seem more spectral and frightening for a late medievalaudience (like the ghost of Guenevere's mother inAwntyrs), and may have increased the ambiguity

that surrounds her in the poem.

342 ff. Gawain's vow to "wed her and wed her agayn" out of friendship and fealty to Arthur gives themotive of male chivalric loyalty precedence over romantic personal love, and makes clear howwomen operate in romance as the intermediate term in the bonds between men.

366itt. M supplies itbeforeshalle as necessary for grammar and sense; the present emendation

follows M's suggestion, though the spelling has been brought into accord with the scribe's convention.

419Ye goo fulle nyse, I wolle nott lye. H emends the line to echo more fully Chaucer, Wife of Bath'sTale (line 931): "He gooth ful ny the sothe, I wol nat lye." This resemblance is one of the moststriking evidences of direct connection between the two versions of the story.

439welle. M, S, W, Sands emend to well.

440shake. S takes the word to mean distance, and is followed by Sands. H rearranges lines 440-42,so thatshake becomes a verb, "to go" (compareshoke, line 740). But the phrase seems clearly

adverbial, a variation on the still-current idiom, "no great shakes," and means "quickly"; see OED,"shake," sb. 1, 1.

456alle. R: ale; M reads all; I follow S, W in preserving the usual spelling.

476her. R: he; M reads her, which I follow.

499that ye have. Sands misprints that he have.

508wolle ye have. W misprints wolle y have; Sands misreads welle ye have.

525 ff. Ragnelle here addresses Arthur.

528us togeder. Sands misreads un togeder.

536God have mercy. R: Godhavemercy, written as one word.

548 ff. The description of Ragnelle here complements the initial portrait (lines 231 ff.) in itsextravagant hideousness, though the specific details are sometimes at odds ("Her nek long," line 238,as against no neck at all, line 555, for example).

562thorowe. S glosses this word as "thoroughly," and Sands and H reproduce this. It is certainly a

form ofthrow, meaning a specific time, an interval, or an occasion; see OED, throw sb. 1.

564fowlle maye. R:fowlle; M inserts lady for rhyme and sense, followed by S, W, Sands. I follow


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H's insertion ofmaye, which duplicates the rhyme at lines 715-16 and better maintains the meter.

571ye. R: we; I emend for the sake of sense.

592thre thowsand mark. R: thre mlle mark. I have expanded the abbreviation (a form of Latin mille).The figure (about two thousand pounds) signifies not a specific amount, but simply the extravagance

of Ragnelle's clothing.

612Al. W:All.

635for Arthours. Sands misreads of Arthours.

644he. R:she; M reads he, which I follow.

650ar. W: are.

652ie. R: ien (plural); M reads ie, which I follow.

656 ff. The choice offered by Ragnelle "fayre on nyghtes" (line 659) or "fayre on days" (line 661) is the same inMarriage and in Gower's "Tale of Florent" (See G. C. Macaulay, Confessio Amantis inThe English Works of John Gower, EETS e.s. 81, Vol. I [Oxford, 1900], I.1411 ff.) The choice in the

Wife of Bath's Tale is "foul and old" and "true, humble wyf" or "yong and fair" and "take youreadventure" on sexual faithfulness (lines 1220 ff.). Chaucer's version makes more explicit the conflictembedded in the other three versions, namely public vs. private male enjoyment of the lady's sexual

attractions. The happy ending allows the hero (putting it crudely) to have his cake and eat it too.

659nyghtes. R: nyght; M reads nyghtes, which I follow.

672lese. R: lose; M reads lese, followed by S, W, H.

677do as ye lyst. Gawain's disposing himself to Ragnelle's desire brings to convergence a crucialarray of themes and verbal echoes in the poem. By this accord, Ragnelle hassovereynt (line 697),which breaks the spell; Ragnelle had said to Arthur that women most desiresovereynt, and Arthur inturn had promised her fulfillment of her "desyre" (line 400). This knowledge of women's "rewlle" had

given Arthur "rule" over Gromer (lines 470, 472), whose own desire of Arthur was to know "whatwemen love best" (line 91). When Gawain has given "her sovereynt every delle" (line 776), Ragnelle

puts her desire at his will (line 784), just as Arthur (at Ragnelle's wish) makes peace with Gromer(lines 811 ff.).

691nygramancy. This use of a learned word to give credibility to the magical transformation isrepeated in Carle, line 405, suggesting that even specialized Latin terms might be appropriated for

specific functions within the popular romances.

716maye. R: mayd; M reads maye, followed by S, W, H.

722Syrs. R:syr; M readssyrs, followed by S, W, H.

730incerteyn. Previous editors have taken in certeyn as two words (meaning "without doubt"), partly

because of the slight gap between them in the manuscript. Such a space often occurs betweencomponents that modern print conventions present as unbroken words (i.e., be fell, line 15, be think,line 66,I wys, line 354), just as separate forms are joined (Almen, line 612). The form incertain is


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unusual but not rare, and makes good sense as specifying the state of mind of the royal entourage atthis point. See OED, incertain, and MED, incertain(e).

737goon. Sands readsgon, perhaps emended for sake of rhyme.

743here. R: hed; M (followed by S, W, Sands, H): her; I adjust spelling for scribal convention.

759is a fayre. Sands misprints is faire.

761help. R: held; so M, S, W, Sands. I emend to the common idiom on the basis of sense, as does H.

773 The responsibility of Ragnelle's stepmother for her enchantment links the romance to traditionsof domestic intrigue and intergenerational, interfamilial hostility characteristic of fairy tales.

Marriage and Gower's "Tale of Florent" also assign the responsibility to the "Stepmoder for an hate"

(Macaulay [see note on line 656 above], Confessio Amantis I.1844), while the Wife of Bath's Taleseems to imply that the lady acts on her own.

799Gyngolyn. Sir Gawain's son (French Guinglain) is the hero of the Middle English romance

Libeaus Desconus (the Englishing of "Le bel inconnu," The Fair Unknown), which survives in sixdifferent versions (ed. M. Mills, EETS 261 [Oxford, 1969]). In the romance, the hero is begotten byGawain "be [by] a forest syde" (line 9); his mother, who is unnamed, rears him in secret, not

revealing his identity, "For douute of wykkede loos" (line 17) for fear of shame attaching itself toher or to her son. The Lambeth version contains a title: "A tretys of one Gyngelayne . . . that wasBastard son to sir Gaweyne" (ed. Mills, p. 75). In Malory, "sir Gyngalyn, Gawaynes sonne" is

defeated by Tristram in his madness (Works, pp. 494-95); in the climactic action of the story, syrGyngalyne makes one of the twelve accompanying his uncles Mordred and Aggravayne in the

ambush of Lancelot (Works, p. 1164). Among the other knights in this group are Gawain's other sons,Florence and Lovell (who, according to Malory, "were begotyn uppon Sir Braundeles syster"; Works,

p. 1147, and seeJeaste line 320 and note), Sir Galleron of Galway (see Carlisle, line 43 andAwntyrs,

line 417 and note), and Sir Gromore Somyr Joure, the antagonist of the present romance whom

Malory's Gawain brings to the Round Table. As Malory notes, all of Lancelot's antagonists "were ofScotlonde, other ellis of sir Gawaynes kynne, other wel willers to his bretheren."

805 Gawain's unflagging devotion here contrasts with his behavior in French stories, where he

tirelessly pursues knightly adventure, as in Chrtien de Troyes' Yvain; in the latter poem, Gawain'staste for exploits disrupts the hero's love of his lady.As a coward(line 808) ironically recalls line 12

above, "For cowardes were everemore shent"; Ragnelle's transformation has also changed the natureof chivalric virtue, or at least the court's view of it.

810mervaylyd. S, W read movaylydand emend to present reading; I follow M, H in transcribing as mwith superior abbreviation stroke.

Arthoure the Kyng. R: kyng Arthoure; M readsArthoure the kyng, which I follow.

832 This reference to Gawain's many liaisons obliquely recalls his reputation as rou in Frenchromance, which appears inJeaste as well.

838born. Sands misprints boren.

844besett with gaylours. The claim that the composer ofRagnelle is imprisoned recalls Malory'sdescription of himself as "a knyght presoner," and his request that readers "praye for me . . . that God


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sende me good delyveraunce" (Works, pp. 180, 1260). Field (see Select Bibliography, above)suggests that Malory may have been the author of this poem.

847Royalle. R:Ryoall.

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