Rime of King William

The Rime of King William is an Old English poem about William the Conqueror from the Peterborough Chronicle.

Beware, this article: uses spellings which have had foreign influence reverted; uses native English third person pronouns; uses ⟨þ⟩ instead of ⟨th⟩ simply because I like ⟨þ⟩.

The Writ
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Old English

Castelas he let wyrcean, ⁊ earme men swiðe swencean. Se cyng wæs swa swiðe stearc, ⁊ benam of his underþeoddan manig marc goldes ⁊ ma hundred punda seolfres. Det he nam be wihte ⁊ mid micelan unrihte of his landleode, for littelre neode. He wæs on gitsunge befeallan, ⁊ grædinæsse he lufode mid ealle He sætte mycel deorfrið, ⁊ he lægde laga þærwið þet swa hwa swa sloge heort oððe hinde, þet hine man sceolde blendian. He forbead þa heortas, swylce eac þa baras. Swa swiðe he lufode þa headeor swilce he wære heora fæder. Eac he sætte be þam haran þet hi mosten freo faran. His rice men hit mændon, ⁊ þa earme men hit beceorodan; ac he wæs swa stið þet he ne rohte heora eallra nið. Ac hi moston mid ealle þes cynges wille folgian, gif hi woldon libban, oððe land habban, land oððe eahta, oððe wel his sehta. Walawa, þet ænig man sceolde modigan swa, hine sylf upp ahebban ⁊ ofer ealle men tellan. Se ælmihtiga god cyþæ his saule mildheortnisse, ⁊ do him his synna forgifenesse.

Anglish

Castels he had wrought, ⁊ to arm men swink brought. Þe king was so swiþ stark, ⁊ benome his underlings of hir marks. Boþ gold ⁊ silver he nome from his landleed, ⁊ for littel need. He was in yissing befallen, ⁊ wiþ greediness he was all in. He set much deerfriþ, ⁊ he laid laws þerewiþ so þat whoever slew a hart or hind, þat he should be made blind. He forbade þe harts, eke þe boars. So swiþ he loved þe highdeer it were as if he were hir faþer. Eke he set for þe hares þat hie may freely fare. His rich men bemoaned it, ⁊ þe arm men mumbelled at it. Ack he was so stiþe þat he never recked hir niþe. Ack hie must follow þe king's will if hie would live, or have land. Land ⁊ ought, or þe king's saught. Welaway, þat any man should become so lonkful ⁊ heave himself up ⁊ tell himself over all men. May þe almitey god kiþe his soul mildheartness, ⁊ do for him his sins foryiveness.