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AND WYLLYAM OF CLOUDESLE. 145
Many a strong man with him was, There in that stowre to stande.
The mayre smot at Cloudesle with his bil,
Hys bucler he brust in two; Full many a yeman with great yll, iss
" Alas, treason !" they cryed for wo. " Kepe we the gates fast" they bad,
" That these traytours thereout not go."
But al for nought was that they wrought,
For so fast they downe were layde, is)
Tyll they all thre, that so manfulli fought, Were gotten without at a braide.
" Have here your keys," sayd Adam Bel,
" Myne office I here forsake; Tf you do by my councell, m
A new porter do ye make."
He threw the keys there at theyr heads,
And bad them evell to thryve, And all that letteth any good yeman
To come and comfort hys wyfe. iro
Thus be these good yemen gon to the wod, As lyght as lefe on lynde ;
165, evyll, E. 160, to. 162, abraide, R. 166, we. 16?, theyr keys at, E. 172, And lyghtly as, K. VOL. T. 10 |
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