Great ordnance of guns the King let make, And shipped them at London all at once; Bows and arrows in chests were take, Spears and bills with iren [_iron_] gunstones; And arming daggers made for the nonce: With swords and bucklers that were full sure. And harness [_armour_] bright that strokes would endure. The King to Southampton then did ride With his Lords; for no longer would he dwell Fifteen hundred fair ships there did him abide, With good sails and top-castle. Lords of France our King they sold For a myllyant [_million_] of gold as I heard say. By England little price they told [_reckoned_], Therefore their song was "Well a way!" Between [South]hampton and the Isle of Wight, These goodly ships lay there at road, With mastyards across, full seemly of sight. Over the haven spread abroad: On every pavis [_target_] a cross red; The waists decked with serpentines [_cannon_] strong. St. George's streamers spread overhead, With the Arms of England hanging all along. [Sidenote: 7th August 1415.] Our King fully hastily to his ship yede, And all other Lords of every degree: Every ship weighed his anchor in deed, With the tide to haste them to the sea. They hoisted their sails, sailed aloft: A goodly sight it was to see. The wind was good, and blew but soft: And forth they went in the name of the Trinity. Their course they took toward Normandy, And passed over in a day and a night. So in the second morning early, Of that country they had a sight: And ever [as] they drew near the coast, Of the day glad were they all; And when they were at the shore almost, Every ship his anchor let fall, With their tackles they launched many a long boat And over ha[t]ch threw them into the stream; A thousand shortly they saw afloat, With men of arms that lyth did leme [_? pleasantly did shine_]. [Sidenote: _It should be_ Clef de Caus.] [Sidenote: 14th August 1415.] Our king landed at Cottaunses [_Contances_] without delay, On our Lady's Even [of] the Assumption; And to Harflete [_Harfleur_] they took the way And mustered fair before the town. Our King his banner there did 'splay, With standards bright and many [a] pennon: And there he pitched his tent adown; Full well broidered with armory gay. First our comely King's tent with the crown, And all other Lords in good array. "My brother CLARENCE," the King did say, "The towers of the town will I keep With her daughters and her maidens gay, To wake the Frenchmen of their sleep." "'London'," he said, "shall with him meet; And my guns that lieth fair upon the green; For they shall play with Harflete A game of tennis as I ween. Go we to game, for God's grace! My children be ready every each one."