| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
|
||
|
152 ADAM BEL, CLTSI OP THE CXOTJGHE,
" Madame, sith it is your desyre, 121
Your askyng graunted shal be ; But I had lever have geven you
Good market townes thre."
The quene was a glad woman,
And sayd, " Lord, gramarcy; i3o
I dare undertake for them,
That true men shal they be.
" But, good lord, speke som mery word,
That comfort they may se." " I graunt you grace," then said our king, ias
" "Wasshe, felos, and to meate go ye."
They had not setten but a whyle,
Certayne without lesynge, There came messengers out of the north,
With letters to our kynge. 140
And whan the[y] came before the kynge, . They kneled downe vpon theyr kne, And sayd, " Lord, your offycers grete you wel, Of Caerlel in the north cuntre."
'■ How fare[s] my justice," sayd the kyng, us
"And my sherife also? " " Syr, they be slayne, without leasynge,
And many an officer mo." |
||
|
|
||