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Ecce de Stonhenges, & virtute eoTUTR.
66 First whan bei were compast newe,
bei did grete gode to po þam knewe.
Whan he wist whi bei kam, So fer viage for be stones nam, Ouer þe see tille an oþer lond, For bei ne stones hender fond, & said po stones þei salle haf here, bei salle bie pam first fulle dere. If we may salle not spede, po stones out of our lond to lede. He scorned & said, it salle be nouht, þei salle faile þat þei haf souht. So long he manaced & þrette, At þe last togider pei mette. At per metŷng was no lite, þat þei gon togidere smýte. Fulle wele fauht bobe parties, Bot be. Bretons wan be pris. þe Iris couth not so wele feiht, Ne of armore had bei no sleiht, Ne were per of so wele bone, þerfor the Iris fled fulle sone. Fro stede to stede șei fled to skulk; One hij billes to hide & hulk. Whan be Bretons bad don þat chace, & rested pam a long space, Merlŷn had þam alle at ones To be hille to se pe stones. Killomare hight þat hille, þore pe' geantz brouht þam tille.
Qualiter Britones per Merlin nun aspora taverunt lapides de I bernia ad Britaniam.
1 bis Bretons renged about þe feld, be karole of the stones beheld, Many týme yede bam about, Biheld within biheld without. Alle bei said so said be kòng, bei sauh neuer so selcouth þing, How bei were raised pa i had wondere, & how bei suld be brouht'o sondere. With þat worde bei þam reseued, bei ne wist how bei suld remued. Merlyn said, “ Now makes assay, « To putte his stones doun if ze may. 66 & with force fond þam to bere, 6
per force is mýkille be lesse wille dere. þe oste at ons to be hille went, & ilk man toke þat he mot henty. Ropes to drawe, trees to put, bei schoued, bei prist, bei stode o strut, One ilka side behýnd beforn, & alle for nouht þer trauaile lorn. Whan alle be had put & brist, & ilk man don þat him list, & left per puttŷng manyon, zit stired pei not be lest ston. Merlyn wist it suld not vaile Strength of body ne travaile. He bad þam alle draw þam o dreih, Þorgh strength ne com ze bam neigh.
A litille he stode, sißen him bi went,
þise stones to schip, withouten dere.
bis gaf he at his crounment,
herd wele how.
Num. XV. Vide Præf. §. xvii.
the Book calld Festival or Festial, in the hands
De Sancta Wenefreda virgine.
ODE-men & women, suche a day ze schalle haue sent
schalle here. For powg sum knowen bit, get sum knowon hit nott, & also bowy a goode tale be twyas tolde, hit is but be better for to lorne and to vndurstoude. þerre was in her tỳme an holy armet was called Bennowe, þe whiche com to a goode monnus hose, þat was called Thow. 'nythe, and was sent Wenefredus fadur, & was a ryche mon of londus & rentus, & prayd Thewnythe' to gyff hym a place of erbe, vppon the whiche he mygthe bylde a