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Violet Fashion by Mindy
12-28-2006, 08:04 PM
Here is a verse from a battle that took place during the Hundred Years War between England and France.

This if the wiki article on it for those who can understand the jibberish. (undeducated boffoons you are!)


The rest of it is here. Now it's as far as I can tell a direct English translation from 14th century French so it may be hard to read and understand


There is also alot of great articles from the period included the "War of the Roses" and articles on weapons and tactics.


Fytte ye First

Siegneurs, knights, barons, bannerets, and bachelors I pray,
Bishops and abbots, holy clerks, heralds and minstrels gay,
Ye valiant men of all degrees, give ear unto my lay.
Attend, I say and ye shall hear how Thirty Englishmen,
As lions brave, did battle give to Bretons three times ten.
And sith the story of this fight I shall tell faithfully,
A hundred years hereafter it shall remembered be,
And warriors hoar recount it then to children on the knee.

In stories where good precept with ensample ye unite,
All men of worth and wisdom take exceeding great delight;
Only envious knaves and faitours treat such ditties with despite.
Wherefore, without further prelude, I will now the tale recite
Of the Combat of the Thirty — that most memorable fight!
Beseeching Christ, our blessed Lord, in whom we place our trust,
Pity to have on those who fought, sith most of them are dust.

Before the Castle of Aurai stout Daggeworth had been slain,
Worsted in a rude encounter with the Barons of Bretaigne;
But his death, as ye shall hear anon, proved a loss and not a gain.
For while he ruled within Aurai no tiller of the soil,
Nor any peaceful citizen the English mote despoil.
But when he fell, Pembroke* arose, a chief with iron hand,
Who Daggeworth’s treat broke straightway, and ravaged all the land.
“Now by Saint Thomas!” Pembroke swore, “avenged shall Daggeworth be!
Such ingrate knaves as these to spare were sinful clemency.”
And well he kept his ruthless vow, for when he took Ploërmel,
Small mercy did he show to those within his power who fell.
Sore wasted he the country round, until that happy day
When Beaumanoir, the Baron good, to Ploërmel took his way;
From Josselin Castle did he come to aid the hapless folk
Who groaned, unpitied unrelieved, ‘neath Pembroke’s cruel yoke.
As Beaumanoir and his esquires the English camp drew nigh,
Full many a captive they beheld lamenting dolefully.
For some they saw chained hand and foot — some by the thumbs were tied, -
Together linked by twos and threes — torment on every side.

12-29-2006, 08:55 AM
Also the combat of the seven of Montendre between seven french knights and seven english knights in May 19, 1402.