In hert he was unhale, He come thare moste for mede. King Edward, frely fode, In Fraunce he will noght blin To mak his famen wode, That er wonand tharein. God, that rest on rode, For sake of Adams syn, Strenkith him main and mode, His reght in France to win, And have! God grante him graces gode, And fro all sins us save! Amen. VI. HOW EDWARD AT HOGGES UNTO LAND WAN AND RADE THURGH FRANCE OR EVER HE BLAN MEN may rede in romance right Ful Of a grete clerk that Merlin hight; To mak tham wrath that er tharein; Thus have i mater for to make, Now LAURENCE MINOT will bigin. A BORE es broght on bankes bare, For John of France will he noght spare, He be his beld, for he mai best, Haly gaste, thou gif him grace, That he in gude time may bigin, And send to him both might and space, His heritage wele for to win; And sone assoyl him of his sin, Hende god, that heried hell! For France now es he entred in, And thare he dightes him for to dwell. He dwelled thare, the suth to tell, To him thai makked grete maistri, And proved to ger the bare abyde; Thurgh might of god and mild Mari, The bare abated all thaire pride. Mekill pride was thare in prese, Thretty thowsand stif on stede: He gert blede if thai war bolde, For thare was slayne and wounded sore Thretty thowsand, trewly tolde, Of pitaile was thare mekill more; Knightes war thar wele two score, That war new dubbed to that dance, Helm and hevyd thai have forlore: More misliking was thare then, For fals treson alway thai wroght; Bot, fro thai met with Inglis-men, All thaire bargan dere thai boght. Inglis-men with site tham soght, And hastily quit tham thaire hire; And, at the last, forgat thai noght, The toun of Cane thai sett on fire. That fire ful many folk gan fere, When thai se brandes o ferrum flye; This have thai wonen of the were, The fals folk of Normundy. I sai zow lely how thai lye, Franche-men put tham to pine, At Cressy, when thai brak the brig; That saw Edward with both his ine, Than likid him no langer to lig. Ilk Inglis-man no others rig, Over that water er thai went ; To batail er thai baldly big, With brade ax, and with bowes bent. With bent bowes thai war ful bolde, He saw the toun o ferrum bren, And folk for ferd war fast fleand; The teres he lete ful rathly ren Out of his eghen, i understand. |