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THE FLEMISH INSURRECTION. 271 |
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Sixtene hundred of horsmen hede ther here fyn; Hue leyyen y the stretes ystyked ase swyn, Ther hue loren huere stedes ant mony rouncyn,
Thourh huere oune prude. Sire Jakes ascapede, by a coynte gyn, «
Out at one posterne ther me solde wyn, Out of the fyhte horn to ys yn,
In wel muchele drede.
Tho the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this, anon, Assemblede he is dousse-pers everuchon, 60
The proude eorl of Artoys ant other mony on,
To come to Paris. The barouns of Fraunce thider conne gon, Into the paleis that paved is with ston, To jugge the Flemmisshe to bernen ant to slon, «
Thourh the flour de lis.
Thenne seide the Kyng Philip, " Lustneth nou to me;
Myn eorles ant my barouns, gentil ant fre:
Goth, faccheth me the traytours ybounde to my kne;
Hastifliche ant blyve." w
Tho suor the Eorl of Seint Poul, " Par la goule de, We shule facche the rybaus wher thi wille be, Ant drawen hem [with] wilde hors out of the countre,
By thousendes fyve."
" Sire Rauf Devel," sayth the Eorl of Boloyne, 65 " Nus ne lerrum en vie chanoun ne moyne ; Wende we forth anon ritht withoute eny assoygne,
Ne no lyves man. We shule flo the Conyng, ant make roste is loyne; The word shal springen of him into Coloyne, to |
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