1 There was many an out horne in Carliel blowen, Many a woman fayde, Alas! And many theyr handes dyd wryng. The mayre came armed a full great pace, Many a strong man wyth him was, There in that ftowre to ftande. The mayre fmot at Cloudeflè with his bil, Hys bucler he brast in two, Full many a yeman with great evyll, Alas! they cryed for wo. Kepe we the gates fast, they bad, That these traytours therout not go. But al for nought was that the wrought, Have here your keys, fayd Adam Bel, Myne office I here forfake, 145 150 155 160 And And yf you do by my counsell He threw theyr keys at theyr heads, And bad them well to thryve, And all that letteth any good yeman To come and comfort his wyfe. Thus be these good yemen gon to the wod, And lyghtly, as lefe on lynde, 165 170 They set them downe, and made good chere, And eate and dranke full well. A fecond FYT of the wightye yeomen. Another I wyll you tell. L. 2 Ver. 175: merry green wood. P. 180 185 PART PART THE THIRD, A S they fat in Englyfhe wood, They thought they herd a woman wepe, Sore then fyghed the fayre Alyce : That ever I fawe thys day! For nowe is my dere husband slayne : Myght I have spoke with hys dere brethren, Cloudeflè walked a lytle befide, Lookt under the grene wood linde, Welcome, wyfe, then fayde Wyllyam, Under this trufti tre : I wende yesterday, by fwete faynt John, Thou hulde me never have fe. 20 « New Ver. 19. I had wende. P.C. Fer. 20. never had se. P.C. 10 $ The meate, that we must fupp withall, It runneth yet fast on fote, And when they had fupped well, Certayne wythouten lease, Cloudeflè fayd, we wyll to our kyng, To get us a charter of peace. L 3 25 30 35 40 Alyce And whan they came to the kyngès courte, Unto the pallace gate, Of no man wold they aske no leave, But boldly went in therat. They preced preftly into the hall, Of no man had they dreade: The porter came after, and dyd them call, 60 The ufher fayde, Yemen, what would ye have? 65 I pray you tell to me: You myght thus make offycers fhent: Good fyrs, of whence be ye? Syr, |