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272 THE FLEMISH INSURRECTION. |
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So hit shal to Acres ant into Sesoyne,
Ant maken him ful wan."
Sevene eorls ant fourti barouns y-tolde,
Fiftene hundred knyhtes, proude ant swythe bolde,
Sixti thousent swyers amonge yunge ant olde, n
Flemmisshe to take. The Flemmisshe hardeliche hem come to-yeynes; This proude Freinsshe eorles, huere knyhtes ant huere
sweynes, Aquelleden ant slowen, by hulles ant by plcynes,
Al for huere kynges sake. so
This Frenshe come to Flaundres so liht so the hare;
Er hit were mydnyht hit fel hem to care;
Hue were laht by the net so bryd is in snare, ,
With rouncin ant with stede. The Flemmisshe hem dabbeth o the het bare ; sj
Hue nolden take for huem raunsoun ne ware; Hue doddeth of huere hevedes, fare so hit fare,
Ant thareto haveth hue nede.
Thenne seyth the Eorl of Artois, " Y yelde me to the, Peter Conyng, by thi nome, yef thou art hende ant fre, no
That y ne have no shame ne no vylte,
That y ne be noud ded." Thenne swor a bocher, " By my leaute", Shalt thou ner more the kyng of Fraunce se, Ne in the toun of Bruges in prisone be; w
Thou woldest spene bred."
Ther hy were knulled y the putfalle,
This eorles ant barouns ant huere knyhtes alle ; |
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