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

2018 / 1-2. szám

-a Kisebb Közlemények =Acta Papensia xviii (2018) 1-2. szám

With viands rich and good to taste,

The board is fair to see

With wines that came from distant lands, From lands beyond the sea.

“Sir knights, sir knights, and will not one Drink to my health, now here?

Will none of you, you dogs of Wales, Your Sovereign Edward cheer?”

And fish and game in plenty came Upon the festive board,

But yet the looks of all around No fear but hate record.

“Have you, ye knights, ye wretched curs, For Edward not one cheer?

Will none here sing my deeds? let quick A bard of Wales appear.”

And all the knights, the guests around Grew deathly pale, and yet

No fear it is, upon each brow But hatred deeply set.

No voice is heard, no man hath stirred, No single breath one hears,

When, at the door, with spectral mien,

A hoary bard appears.

“Ay, here is one, o Edward, King,

Who dares of thee to sing.

Swords clash and armors crash, awaked By minstrel’s tuneful string.-- 156 s-