Sertayne lettirs unto Malory

I late receyved a lettir of som reder that sayde 'wherfor is nat thy blogge so fulfylled of mirthe and of bourdis as is Mayster Chauceres blogge?'

I answere, wayte for hit.


An othir axeth 'where ys hoccleeve?'

How sholde I knowe? I suppose he ys woode othir ellys deed.


Anothir besy person writeth carpyng that 'thyn armes a chyff dexter syde off thy blogg be in sundir, that is to sey, yn sheldis twayne, bot they moste be quartird. Thou most quartir hem!'

Bot I sey, quartir hem thyselffe. I am in presoun.

Gyff me a bone.

TOUCHYNGE SOM FREYNSSHE BOOKIS

Last moneth Sir Antony de Wydeville, that ys secounde lorde Scalis, the selff knyght that dud forjuste the Bastarde of Bourgundy, and is a valyaunte shyvalere of his hondis. howbehit I holde hys peple of ful lytel worshippe . he let me wete be lettirs that he hath gat som freynsshe bokys of Syr Trystrams and Sir Launcelot du Lake and othir knyghtys longing unto the Table Rounde,and therwythal othir talys I knew nat, whereof I woxe oute of mesure gladde, leve you well.

{He sayde Johan Dewke of Bedeford that was Kyng Henrys brodir and regente of Fraunce after that Henry the V hadde yt wonne, and that was weddedde befornhande to Antonys modir Jacquette Seynt Poll, hadde brought wyth hym to Ingelonde manye bokkis from Fraunce, and these self bokys abode at his dwellynge.}

Ryght so, I wrote to him agayne to ‘entrete yow for freynship as yif me thys bone and sende me these bookys. As I am knyghte, I wol tak good kepe of hem . and retourne hem unto thee agayne.’

be lettirs unto me agayne he sayde, ‘I wol nat at thys tyme.’

whoso this redyth

for Christis sake

pray for mallore, knyghte