Love

Sen that I am a Presoneir

by William Dunbar c. 1460–c. 1520

From The Poems of William Dunbar, ed. John Small, vol. II (Scottish Text Society, 1893)

Love

Sen that I am a presoneir
Till hir that farest is and best,
I me commend, fra ȝeir till ȝeir,
In till hir bandoun for to rest.
I govit on that gudliest,
So lang to luk I tuk laseir,
Quhill I wes tane withouttin test,
And led furth as a presoneir.

Hir sweit having, and fresche bewte,
Hes wondit me but swerd or lance ;
With hir to go commandit me,
Ontill the castell of pennance.
I said, " Is this ȝour gouimance,
To tak men for thair luking heir ? "
Bewty sayis, " Ȝa, schir, perchance
Ȝe be my ladeis presoneir."

Thai had me bundin to the ȝet,
Quhair Strangenes had bene portar ay,
And in deliuerit me thairat,
And in thir termis can thai say,
Do wait, and lat him nocht away.
Quo Strangnes vnto the porteir,
" Ontill my lady, I dar lay,
Ȝe be to pure a presoneir."

Thai kest me in a deip dungeoun,
And fetterit me but lok or cheyne ;
The capitane hecht Comparesone,
To luke on me he thocht greit deyne.
Thocht I wes wo I durst nocht pleyne,
For he had fetterit mony affeir ;
With petouss voce thus cuth I sene,
Wo is a wofull presoneir.

Langour wes weche vpoun the wall,
That nevir sleipit bot evir wouke ;
Scorne wes bourdour in the hall,
And oft on me his babill schuke,
Lukand with mony a dengerous luke.
Quhat is he ȝone, that methis ws neir?
Ȝe be to townage, be this buke,
To be my ladeis presoneir.

Gud Houp rownit in my eir,
And bad me baldlie breve a bill ;
With Lawlines he suld it beir,
With Fair Scherwice send it hir till.
I wouk, and wret hir all my will ;
Fair Scherwice fur withouttin feir,
Sayand till hir with wirdis still,
Haif pety of ȝour presoneir.

Than Lawlines to Petie went,
And said till hir in termis schort,
Lat we ȝone presoneir be schent,
Will no man do to ws support ;
Gar lay ane sege vnto ȝone fort
Than Petie said, " I sall appeir ; "
Thocht sayis, "I hecht, com I ourthort,
I houp to lowss the presoneir."

Than to battell thai war arreyit all,
And ay the wawart kepit Thocht ;
Lust bur the benner to the wall,
And Bissines the grit gyn brocht.
Skorne cryis out, sayis, " Wald ȝe ocht ? "
Lust sayis, " We wald haif entre heir ; "
Comparisone sayis, " That is for nocht,
Ȝe will nocht wyn the presoneir."

Thai thairin schup for to defend,
And thai thairfurth sailȝeit ane hour ;
Than Bissines the grit gyn bend,
Straik doun the top of the foir tour.
Comparisone began to lour,
And cryit furth, " I ȝow requeir,
Soft and fair and do fawour,
And tak to ȝow the presoneir."

Thai fryit the ȝettis deliuerly
With faggottis wer grit and huge ;
And Strangenes, quhair that he did ly,
Wes brint in to the porter Iuge.
Lustely thay lakit bot a juge,
Sik straikis and stychling wes on steir,
The semeliest wes maid assege,
To quhome that he wes presoneir.

Thrucht Skornes noss thai put a prik,
This he wes banist and gat a blek ;
Comparisone wes erdit quik,
And Langour lap and brak his nek.
Thai sailȝeit fast, all the fek,
Lust chasit my ladeis chalmirleir,
Gud Fame wes drownit in a sek ;
Thus ransonit thai the presoneir.

Fra Sklandir hard Lust had vndone
His enemeis, him aganis
Assemblit ane semely sort full sone,
And raiss and rowttit all the planis.
His cusing in the court remanis,
Bot jalouss folkis and geangleiris,
And fals Invy that no thing lanis,
Blew out on Luvis presoneir.

Syne Matremony, that nobill king,
Was grevit, and gadderit ane grit ost,
And all enermit, without lesing,
Chest Sklander to the west se cost.
Than wes he and his linege lost,
And Matremony, withowttin weir,
The band of freindschip hes indost,
Betuix Bewty and the presoneir.

Be that of eild wes Gud Famiss air,
And cumyne to continwatioun,
And to the court maid his repair,
Quhair Matremony than woir the crowne.
He gat ane confirmatioun,
All that his modir aucht but weir,
And baid still, as it wes resone,
With Bewty and the presoneir.

Finis.

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Dunbar, William. “Sen that I am a Presoneir.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dunbar/44/.

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