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THE FLEMISH INSURRECTION. 273 |
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Huere ledies huem mowe abide in boure ant in halle Wei longe. w*
For hem mot huere kyng other knyhtes calle,
Other stedes taken out of huere stalle:
Ther hi habbeth dronke bittrere then the galle, Upon the drue londe.
When the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this tydynge,' i<« He sinot doun is heved, is honden gon he wrynge : Thourhout al Fraunce the word bygon to sprynge,
Wo wes huem tho ! Muche wes the sorewe ant the wepinge That wes in al Fraunee among olde ant yynge; no The mest part of the lond bygon for te synge
"Alas ant weylawo!"
Awey, thou yunge pope 1 whet shal the to rede ? Thou hast lore thin cardinals at thi meste nede; in Ne keverest thou hem nevere for nones kunnes mede,
For sothe y the telle. Do the forth to Rome, to amende thi misdede; Bide gode halewen, hue lete the betere spede; Bote thou worche wysloker, thou losest lont ant lede,
The coroune wel the felle. ia>
Alas, thou seli Fraunce I for the may thunche shome, That ane fewe fullaris maketh ou so tome; Sixti thousent on a day hue maden fofr-lome,
With eorl ant knyht. Herof habbeth the Flemysshe suithe god game, is» Ant suereth by Seint Omer ant eke bi Seint Jame, Yef by ther more cometh, hit falleth huem to shame,
With hnem for te fyht. YOL. VI. 18 |
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