“God and seynte steuene,” Qwad horn, “terne þi sweuene. Ne shal ich neu{ er}e swike, Ne do þat þe mis like. 712
¶ “C{ ri}st { ant} seinte steuene,” quoþ horn, “areche þy sweuene. no shal y þe byswyke, ne do þat þe mis lyke. 712
[Sidenote: Horn plights his troth to Rymenhild, but both weep and forebode evil from the dream.]
I schal me make þinowe, To holden { and} to knowe, For eurech oþ{ er}e wiȝte; { And} þarto mi treuþe iþe pliȝte.” 716 Muchel was þe ruþe Þ{ a}t was at þare truþe, For Rymenhild weop ille, { And} horn let þe tires stille. 720
Ich nime þe to my nowe, To habben and to howe, For euerich wyȝte; Þarto my treuwþe ich plicte.” 716 Miche was þat rewþe Þat was at here trewþe. Reymyld wel stille, And horn let teres spille. 720
ich take þe myn owe, to holde { ant} eke to knowe, for eueruch oþer wyhte; þerto my trouþe y plyhte.” 716 wel muche was þe reuþe þ{ a}t wes at þilke treuþe. rymenild wep wel ylle, ant horn let terres stille. 720
“Le{ m}ma{ n},” q{ ua}þ he, “dere, Þu schalt more ihere. Þi sweuen schal wende, Oþer sum Man schal vs schende. 724 Þe fiss þ{ a}t brak þe lyne, Ywis he doþ us pine. Þ{ a}t schal don vs tene { And} wurþ wel sone isene.” 728
He seyde, “le{ m}ma{ n} dere, Þou schalt more here. Þy sweuene ich schal schende. 724 [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . .] Þe fis þat brac þi seyne, Hy wis hyt was som ble[y]ne Þat schal us do som tene; Hy wis hyt worþ hy sene.” 728
“Lemmon,” quoþ he, “dere, þou shalt more yhere. þy sweuen shal wende; summon vs wole shende. 724 þat fyssħ þ{ a}t brac þy net, ywis it is sumwet þ{ a}t wol vs do sum teone; ywys hit worþ ysene.” 728
[Headnote: _Fykenhild calumniates Horn._]
[Sidenote: Fykenhild tells the king that Horn is plotting to kill him and to marry Rymenhild.]
¶ Aylmar rod bi sture, { And} horn lai i{ n} bure. Fykenhild hadde enuye { And} sede þes folye:-- 732 “Aylmar, ihc þe warne, Horn þe wule berne. Ihc herde whar he sede, { And} his swerd forþ leide, 736 To bringe þe of lyue, And take Rymenhild to wyue.
Þe king rod bi his toure, And horn was in þe boure. Fykenyld hadde envie, An seyde hise folye:-- 732 “Aylm{ er}e, king, ich wole warne, Horn chil þe wile berne. Ich herde qware he seyde, And his swerd leyde, 736 To bringe þe of liue, And take rimenyld to wiue.