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ingiliz yazar thomas deloney tarafından yazılmış olan baladların yer aldığı koleksiyon. belirli yerlerde yalnızca strange histories olarak da geçmektedir. ne yazık ki dilimize çevrilmemiştir ki bu oldukça büyük bir kayıp. ortaçağ'ın ince ince işlenmiş dantelası gibidir deloney'in baladları. ihtişamlı lordlar, gururlu şövalyeler, mağrur prenseslerin kırılgan rüyasına ufak bir bakış atmak gibi. bir keresinde şöyle der deloney: "tanrı et gönderir, şeytan ise aşçı." bu baladların içerisine sızan ve onu masal diyarından ayıran derine işlemiş bu düşüncedir, bu yüzden en kötücül olanlarda bile bir neden aramaz yalnızca büyülü bir atmosfer ile aktarır deloney. tüm sefaleti ve görkemi ile birleşik krallığın yüzyıllar öncesine uzanan bir yolculuğun kağıt ve kalemle bu kadar güzel bir araya gelebilirdi. deloney'in yormayan, temiz üslubu, bu dönem hikayeleri ile bir araya geldiği zaman ortaya sade ama bir açıdan da görkemli bir seromoni çıkıyor. yine de dante'nin inferno'sunda dediği gibi, buradan içeri giren ümidi geride bırakmalı çünkü deloney peri masalı vadetmiyor. ortaçağ'ın dramatik ve masalsı yanının gerçeklik ile buluştuğu ince bir köprü görevini gören ve deloney'i çağdaşlarından oldukça üste taşıyan iii. kantodan ufak bir alıntı:
cant. ııı
or to the tune of wygmors galliard.
you parents whose affection fond,
vnto your children doth appeare:
marke well the storie nowe in hand.
wherin you shall great matters here.
and learne by this which shalbe tolde,
to holde your children still in awe:
least otherwise they prooue too bolde,
and set not by your state a strawe.
king henrie second of that name,
for verie loue that he did beare:
vnto his sonne, whose courteous fame,
did through the land his credite reare.
did call the prince vpon a day.
vnto the court in royall sort:
attyred in most rich aray,
and there he made him princely sport.
and afterward he tooke in hand,
for feare he should deceiued be:
to crowne him king of faire england,
while life possest his maiestie.
what time the king in humble sort,
like to a subiect waited then:
vpon his sonne, and by report
swore vnto him his noble-men.
and by this meanes in england now,
two kings at once together liue.
but lordly rule will not allow
in partnership their daies to driue.
the sonne therefore ambitiously,
doth seeke to pull his father downe,
by bloudie warre and subtiltie,
to take from him his princely crowne.
sith ı am king thus did he say,
why should ı not both rule and raigne:
my heart disdaines for to obay.
yea all or nothing will ı gaine.
hereon he raiseth armies great,
and drawes a number to his part:
his fathers force downe right to beat.
and by his speare to pearce his hart.
ın seuen set battles doth he fight,
against his louing father deere:
to ouerthrow him in despight,
to win himselfe a kingdom cleere.
but naught at all could he preuaile,
his armie alwaies had the worst:
such griefe did then his hart asaile,
he thought himselfe of god accurst.
cant. ııı
or to the tune of wygmors galliard.
you parents whose affection fond,
vnto your children doth appeare:
marke well the storie nowe in hand.
wherin you shall great matters here.
and learne by this which shalbe tolde,
to holde your children still in awe:
least otherwise they prooue too bolde,
and set not by your state a strawe.
king henrie second of that name,
for verie loue that he did beare:
vnto his sonne, whose courteous fame,
did through the land his credite reare.
did call the prince vpon a day.
vnto the court in royall sort:
attyred in most rich aray,
and there he made him princely sport.
and afterward he tooke in hand,
for feare he should deceiued be:
to crowne him king of faire england,
while life possest his maiestie.
what time the king in humble sort,
like to a subiect waited then:
vpon his sonne, and by report
swore vnto him his noble-men.
and by this meanes in england now,
two kings at once together liue.
but lordly rule will not allow
in partnership their daies to driue.
the sonne therefore ambitiously,
doth seeke to pull his father downe,
by bloudie warre and subtiltie,
to take from him his princely crowne.
sith ı am king thus did he say,
why should ı not both rule and raigne:
my heart disdaines for to obay.
yea all or nothing will ı gaine.
hereon he raiseth armies great,
and drawes a number to his part:
his fathers force downe right to beat.
and by his speare to pearce his hart.
ın seuen set battles doth he fight,
against his louing father deere:
to ouerthrow him in despight,
to win himselfe a kingdom cleere.
but naught at all could he preuaile,
his armie alwaies had the worst:
such griefe did then his hart asaile,
he thought himselfe of god accurst.
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