Dr. Farmer has wrongly conjectured about Tiraute the white. This is a fragment of the romance of" torrent of Portugal". The Doctor is probably right in what he says concerning the elegy on Henry the seventh, which is a singular curiosity. For why I will the say Moche folk of that country Cometh hither for succour to me Both by night and by day There is a giant of great renown He destroyeth both city and town And all that he may As books of rome tell He was gotten with the devil of hell As his mother sleeping lay The king said by saint Adryan I read another gentleman Be there and have the degree I have a daughter that me is dear Thou shalt wed her to thy fere And if it thy will be Two duchies in hand I will give her in land Cramercy sir said he With my tongue I have so wrought To break my day will I nought Nedes me behoveth there to be On god's name the king 'gan say Ihesu bring the safe a gain Lord moche of might Mynstralsy was them a 'mong With harp fedyll and song delicious notes on high When it was time to bed they went And on the morrow rose Torente. And took leave of king and knight And took a ready way And the good squires after h●● That knights should be As they were a mids their 〈…〉 The king would not forget To torente than said he He said so god me save Fain thou wouldest my doug●●●● 〈◊〉 Thou hast loved her many a d●●● ye by my truth said torente And I were a rich man Right gladly by my faith If thou durst for her sake appoint of arms undertake Thou broke her up foray ye said he or I go sickerness thou make me so Of thy daughter hende Ye and after all my rights By vii: score of hardy knights All they were Torentes friend Now good lords I you pray Bear witness of this day Again if god me send Torente said so may I the Wist I where my journey shol●● 〈◊〉 thither I would me dyghte The king gave him an answers In the land of calebre There woneth a gyaunte wyg●●● Slogus he height as I the told God send the that way right I do not find this Romance of Torente mentioned anywhere 〈…〉 〈…〉 … all the wring 〈…〉 … ling 〈…〉 thou the 〈…〉 he took 〈…〉 bare a croak 〈…〉 … te long and three 〈…〉 ever so long were 〈…〉 had no fere 〈…〉 … d dar'st thou come near 〈…〉 … nte no lengre a bide 〈…〉 … nte would he ride 〈…〉 …ghte 〈…〉 … one eye but one 〈…〉 never none 〈…〉 nor by night 〈…〉 … pe of god of heaven 〈…〉 … etin even 〈…〉 ●●gan to roar 〈…〉 the city w●re 〈…〉 … ay 〈…〉 … s 〈…〉 then were out By the se side as it lay God send him gates right An high way hath he nome Into calabre is he come Within two days or three So he met folk him again Fast coming with cart and wain froward the se Dear god said torente now Good folk what aileth you That ye thus fast i'll There lieth a giant here beside In all this land broad and wide No man on live leaveth he Dear god said torente then Where ever be that fiends den They answered him anon In a castle in the see Slogus they said height he Many a man he hath slain We wot full well where he doth lie Before the city of hungry THus the lady dwelled there Till that she delivered were Of men children two Of all points were they gent Like were they to sir torent For his love suffered they woe The king said so moat I the Thou shalt into these Without words more Every kings daughter fet and near At the they shall lere Against right to do Great ruth it was to see When they led that lady fire Out of her faders land The queen his mother was nenre wooed For her daughter that gentle food Knights stood weeping A cloth of silk took they tho And departed it bit ween the children two Therein they were wonde When they had shipped that gentle thing Anon the sell in swooning At peron on the sonde When that lady was down fall Ou tesu christ did she call To defend her with his hand Rightful god ye mesende Some good land on to lend That my children may christened be She said ladies fair and gent Great well my lord sir torent if ever ye him see The wind arose on the night from the land it blewe that lady bright Into these so green winds and weders hath her driven That in a forest she is aryven where wild beasts were These was ebb and went 'em fro And left her and her children two … ne without any fere Her one child began to weep The lady awoke out of her sleep And said be still my dear Ihesu christ hath sent us land if there be any christian man at hand we shall have succour here The careful lady than was blithe To the land she went full swith As fast as she might Till the day began to spryge Fowls on trees merely gansing delicious notes on height To a hill went that lady fire where she was ware of acyte with towers fair and bright Thereof iwis she was fain She set her down as I herd say Her children for to dight than said, 〈◊〉 kyn● untrue and ye find haws of great value Bring me one with the Torent said so god me save if it betide that I any have at your will shall they be To his squire bade he there after his armour to far In the field abode he they armed him in his weed He bestrode a noble stead Torent took the way again Unto the forest of Maudelayne In a wylsome way bears and apes there found he and wild beasts great plenty and lions where they lay In a wood that is tight It drew toward the night By dimming of the day listen lords of them came woe He and his squire departed in two Careful men than were they at a shedding of a room Either departed other from as I understand Torent taketh a doleful way Down into a deep valay 〈…〉 him 〈◊〉 〈…〉 … e for to i'll 〈…〉 … y will he gone ●●e king of nazareth sent him me Torent I wotsave him on the For better love I none afterward upon a tide as they walked by the rivers side the king and young Torent this lord would fain that he deed were and he wist nat on what manner How he might him shent A false letter made the king and made a messangere it bring On the river side as they went To torent that was true as steel If he loved dyssonell weal get her a falcon gent Torent the letter began to read the king came niece and listened as though he it never had seen the king said what may this be Lord it is sent to me For a falcon sheen Ine wot so god me speed In what land that they breed the king said as I heard sayne In the forest of Maudelayne blazon or coat of arms recumbent crowned king IHS' Tudor rose 〈…〉 ●●rlde all wrapped in wretchedness 〈…〉 … y pomps so gay & glorious 〈…〉 ●●easures and all thy riches 〈…〉 ●●●y be but transytoryous 〈…〉 … to much piteous 〈…〉 … e that each man whilom dread 〈…〉 … the natural line and course 〈…〉 … s alas lieth deed 〈…〉 rial a king 〈…〉 … aner the prudent solomon 〈…〉 … sse and in every thing 〈…〉 … o christian region 〈…〉 not long agone 〈…〉 his name by fame sprde 〈…〉 … te now destitute alone 〈…〉 ●las alas lieth deed 〈…〉 ●ater we wretched creatures 〈…〉 … es and triumphant majesty 〈…〉 pastimes and pleasures 〈…〉 withouten remedy 〈…〉 will the miserable body 〈…〉 … n heavy lead 〈…〉 … de but vanity and all vanity 〈…〉 … h alas alas lieth deed 〈…〉 … is subgecies & make lamentation. 〈…〉 … o noble a governor 〈…〉 … airs make we exclamation 〈…〉 … e to his supernal tour 〈…〉 …dly rose flower 〈…〉 … ally all about spread 〈…〉 … ated where is his power 〈…〉 ●las alas lieth deed Of this most christian king in us it lieth not His time passed honour sufficient to praise But yet though that/ that thing envalue we may not Our prayers of surety he shall have always And though that atropose hath ended his days His name and fame shall ever be dread As fer as phoebus spreads his golden rays Though henry the seventh alas alas lieth deed But now what remedy he is uncoverable Touched by the hands of god that is most Just But yet again a cause most comfortable We have/ wherein/ of right reioys we must His sone on live in beauty force and lust In honour likely traianus to shed Wherefore in him put we our hope and trust sith henry his father alas alas lieth deed. And now for conclusion about his hearse Let this be graved for endless memory With sorrowful tunes of Thesyphenes verse Here lieth the puissant and mighty henry Hector in battle/ Vlyxes in policy Solomon in wisdom the noble rose read Cresses in richesse julius in glory Henry the seventh engraved here lieth deed In? The Author of this Elegy? Perh. Skelton, 〈◊〉 not in his works. This ½ sheet, Fol. on one dise & 4 to on the other, must have been a Proof at the 〈…〉