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CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC.
CXLVIII
Wyllyam wente into a fyeld,
And with him his two brethren : There they set up two hasell roddes
Twenty score paces betwene.
CXLIX
i I hold him an archar,' said Cloudesley, ' That yonder wande cleveth in two,'—
6 Here is none suche,' sayd the Kynge, ' Nor no man can so do.'
CL
' I shall assaye, syr,' sayd Cloudesley,
' Or that I farther go.' Cloudesley with a bearyng arowe
Clave the wand in two.
CLI
i Thou art the best archer,' then said the Kynge,
' Forsothe that ever I se.'— ' And yet for your love,' sayd Wyllyam,
' I wyll do more maystery.
CLII
' I have a sonne is seven yere olde?
He is to me full deare ; I wyll hym tye unto a stake ;
All shall se, that be here;
CLIII
' And lay an apple upon hys head, And go syxe score paces hyrtv-fro,
And I my selfe with a brode arow Shall cleve the apple in two.'
bearyng arowe] a long arrow, tapered to carry far.
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