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." 60 Tho suor the Eorl of Seint Poul, "_Par la goule d['e]_, We shule facche the rybaus wher thi wille be, Ant drawen hem [with] wilde hors out of the countr[e'], 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, 70 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, 75 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 pleynes, Al for huere kynges sake. 80 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; 85 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, 90 That y ne have no shame ne no vylt['e], That y ne be noud ded." Thenne swor a bocher, "By my leaut['e], Shalt thou ner more the kyng of Fraunce se, Ne in the toun of Bruges in prisone be; 95 Thou woldest spene bred." Ther hy were knulled y the putfalle, This eorles ant barouns ant huere knyhtes alle; Huere ledies huem mowe abide in boure ant in halle Wel longe. 100 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.