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Updated: June 26, 2025
He was just an Irish soldier's son; a real boy in real life, and his name was Tim, and that was the only name he had besides his surname which was Gamelyn. And somehow he was perfectly happy.
The author of the Cook's Tale of Gamelyn which is generally considered as a spurious "Canterbury" tale represents, in the prologue, mine host of the Tabard as saying to Roger the Cook: "Full many a pastie hast thou lettin blode; And many a jack of Dovyr hast thou sold, That hath ben twicè hot and twicè cold." Dr.
The loss of blood and the marching has done for me!" "So! coming into the fight like a lion, you go out like a lamb. By Saint Paul! this is not in accordance with the De Gamelyn traditions. Take up thy arms! Come along!" said the stranger tapping him on the shoulder with a barbed shaft trimmed with grey goose feather.
"In the name of the devil, who are you, and of what country?" "My name is Nigel De Gamelyn. My Mother, dear soul, was French. My father was wise enough to be an Irishman. So much for my blood, which unites happily the practical and the dreamer fluids. I am of no country but I know all places from the King's tombs at Rome to the old inns that stand about the upper Arun.
He appeared quite at his ease with bullets whining around him and he unslung a jack of wine and drank. "May a parched man claim a drink of your wine?" Tim cried. "Give what you have, ask what you need. That is the De Gamelyn code of law," said the man, and handed Tim the flagon. "You are cheerful, sir," said Tim, his blood somewhat warmed by the wine.
"Right, right, that's right too I should like to see the son of Sir Gamelyn de Guardover on dry land myself I have a notion he would sign the abjuration oath, and the Ragman-roll to boot, and acknowledge Queen Mary to be nothing better than she should be, to get alongside my bottle of old port that he ran away from, and left scarce begun.
I expect to have soon an opportunity to apologize in person for the trouble I now give, and have the honour to be your very faithful servant, "Reginald Gamelyn Wardour." "Edinburgh, 6th August, 179-." The Antiquary hastily broke the seal of the enclosure, the contents of which gave him equal surprise and pleasure.
It might not be the highest wisdom to trust everything to his new ally in this manner; but what else could he do, except stand by in forced inactivity while the momentous duel was being fought out? Just then, at all events, he saw no other course. Run to Earth "The is noon in this hous schuld bynde me this night." The Coke's Tale of Gamelyn.
It will be remembered, from what has been said on an earlier page, that in this play Shakespeare substantially followed the story of Rosalind as narrated by Lodge, to whom we owe the introduction of a pastoral element into the old tale of Gamelyn. The pastoral characters of the play may be roughly analysed as follows.
"Strike me crimson!" bellowed a man near to Tim, "but you're a blooming marvel! Look! Look! there goes another Hun down. Let me come over near you, mate!" But Tim knew that De Gamelyn the Bowman had summoned to their help the armies of the unconquered dead.
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