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Apr. 21st, 2006 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In reply to
angevin2's poem of the day, the entirely innocent, innuendo-free poem I have a gentil cok, I share this equally non-phallic fifteenth-century lyric. For your reference, "Prenegard" means "beware" or "take care" in Old (Middle?) French, and a "baselard" is a kind of dagger.
Prenegard, Prenegard
Lesteneth, lordinges, I you beseke!
There is none man worth a leke,
But he sturdy, but he meke,
But he bere a baselard.
Mine baselard hath a schede of red,
And a clene loket of led;
Me thinketh I may bere up mine hed,
For I bere mine baselard.
My baselard hath a wrethen hafte.
Whan I am full of ale caught,
It is grete dred of manslaughte,
For then I bere mine baselard.
My baselard hath a silver chape;
Therefore I may both gaspe and gape.
Me thinketh I go like none knape,
For I bere a baselard.
My baselard hath a trencher kene,
Fair as rasour scharp and schene.
Ever me thinketh I may be kene,
For I bere a baselard.
As I yede up in the strete,
With a cartere I gan mete.
‘Felawe,’ he seide, ‘so mote I the
Thou shalt forego thy baselard.’
The cartere his whippe began to take,
And all mine fleich began to quake,
And I was lefe for to ascape;
And there I left mine baselard.
Whan I cam forth unto mine damme,
Mine hed was broken to the panne;
Sche seide I was a praty manne,
And well coude bere mine baselard.
In other news, I am not studying tonight.
It's going to be a long weekend.
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Prenegard, Prenegard
Lesteneth, lordinges, I you beseke!
There is none man worth a leke,
But he sturdy, but he meke,
But he bere a baselard.
Mine baselard hath a schede of red,
And a clene loket of led;
Me thinketh I may bere up mine hed,
For I bere mine baselard.
My baselard hath a wrethen hafte.
Whan I am full of ale caught,
It is grete dred of manslaughte,
For then I bere mine baselard.
My baselard hath a silver chape;
Therefore I may both gaspe and gape.
Me thinketh I go like none knape,
For I bere a baselard.
My baselard hath a trencher kene,
Fair as rasour scharp and schene.
Ever me thinketh I may be kene,
For I bere a baselard.
As I yede up in the strete,
With a cartere I gan mete.
‘Felawe,’ he seide, ‘so mote I the
Thou shalt forego thy baselard.’
The cartere his whippe began to take,
And all mine fleich began to quake,
And I was lefe for to ascape;
And there I left mine baselard.
Whan I cam forth unto mine damme,
Mine hed was broken to the panne;
Sche seide I was a praty manne,
And well coude bere mine baselard.
In other news, I am not studying tonight.
It's going to be a long weekend.
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Date: 2006-04-22 10:36 am (UTC)Was it you or
Nothing like some very obsolute smut for starting the day with, thank you.
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Date: 2006-04-22 05:03 pm (UTC)awesome userpic of Duke Humfreys!
Date: 2006-04-22 02:02 pm (UTC)I'm doing an MSt in Medieval English and hoping to convert to DPhil in October.
:)
Re: awesome userpic of Duke Humfreys!
Date: 2006-04-22 05:10 pm (UTC)Yes, you may pilfer, but please credit. :)
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