Acta Papensia 2018. - A Pápai Református Gyűjtemények Közleményei 18. évfolyam (Pápa, 2018)

2018 / 1-2. szám

-= Kisebb Közlemények s-Acta Papensia xviii (2018) 1-2. SZÁM

“Upon our lutes their memories weep, King Edward hear me well,

All bards of Wales for thee, have but One song, a curse most fell.”

The King in wrath arises now,

And harsh and loud his cry “All bards of Wales who laud me not, Upon the stake shall die!”

All o’er the land his vassals ride Until his ire has ceased And thus ends in Montgomery The famous royal feast.

Edward the King, the English King, Rides over hills and vales,

But round him rise red flames, as if One fire now raged through Wales.

Five hundred bards go with a song To meet a martyr’s death,

Not one, to save his life, e’en once “Long live King Edward!” saith.

“What! still this blatant song at night Upon my London streets,

The city’s mayor dies, if such The song that here me greets.”

Mute as the graves, like abject slaves All to their houses creep,

“Who dares to make a sound shall die, The King doth wish to sleep.”- 158 ^