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THE TUBNAMENT QP TOTENHAM. Ill
Ther were all the bachilers of that contre : Thei were dizt in aray, as thaim self wolde be. Theire baner was ful bryzt, Off an olde raton fell; i«i
The chefe was of a ploo-mell, And the schadow of a bell, Quarterd with the mone lizt.
I wot it was no childer gamme when thei to geder mett, im
When ilke a freke in the felde on his felow bette, And leid on stifly—for no thyng wold thei lett— And fozt ferly fast, til theyre hors swett. And few wordis were spokyn. Ther were flayles al to-flaterde, Ther were scheldis al to-claterde, iao
Bolles and disshis al to-baterde. And mony hedis ther were brokyn.
Ther was clenkyng of cart sadils, and clatering
of Cannes ; Off fel frekis in the feeld brokyn were thaire
fannes; Off sum were the hedis brokyn, of sum the brayn
150-151. MS. H. Of an old rotten fell, The cheveron of a plow-mell.
153. MS. H. Poudred.
159-161. MS. H. slatred—flatred—schatred.