Download Arthurian texts (6th century/16th century)

fuckyeaharthuriana:

I wanted to write down in a post all the links of the download tag but only the ones about arthurian ancient texts, the ones that are many people want when they ask about “original arthurian legends”. So you will find those arthurian texts pre-1600 that I managed to find online.

Please, if you see mistakes or if you want to add links send me a message.

*I added the symbol * and bolded my favourite ones and the ones I consider fundamental (and this is my personal opinion).

WELSH TEXTS with arthurian references

from the Red Book of Hengest

from the Black Book of Carmarthen

from the Book of Taliesin

Triads

Other

LIFE OF THE SAINTS

THE BOOK OF ANEIRIN

waluuanius:

Gawain: (So hospitable my host. Bounty boundless, through all three days of Christmas carousing. Company from all the countryside about. And feasting finished. Will he let me leave? Tomorrow I tell him, I too must make my way.)
Bertilak: Way where?
Gawain: To a church or a chantry, called Green Chapel, somewhere, Sir.
Bertilak: Why? What dread duty drives you there in dead midwinter.
Gawain: A man there I must meet. I’ve covenant to keep with him by next New Year. So near, I’ll never find him now.
Bertilak: Who is he? This grim Green Chapel that is his ground you say. I know somewhat of that name, nearby, very near.
Gawain: God has been good to me. He has guided me here.
Bertilak: No hurry, half a morning on horseback has you there.
Gawain: Now so near. If you would send someone with me, Sir, to–
Bertilak: Show you your own. Be sure, I shall.
[Gawain starts rising from his seat]
Bertilak: Not New Year yet. Three days till then, to thrive in. You rest, relax, refresh yourself. Fit for your fight. Tomorrow, I’m hunting. You stay at home. Here’s what we’ll do.

The film doesn’t name anyone in the household and that gives me cause for consternation. Auntie Morgan isn’t explicitly called the mastermind, though she sure gets the baroque lighting. And check out that foreshadowing tapestry!

Lady: You sleep so sound, Sir. A lady can creep close. And now my noble knight lies bound in his bed.
Gawain: Mercy, I cry you, madam. Let me but rise and robe myself. We can converse in better comfort.
Lady: Say you so. I prefer to keep my prisoner and talk with my prize.
Gawain: Lied already, have lain so late.
Lady: Lie long as you like, Sir.

Gawain and the Green Knight (1991)

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