Skottes of Striflin war steren and stout, Of God ne of gude men had þai no dout. Now haue þai, þe pelers, priked obout, 15 Bot at þe last Sir Edward rifild þaire rout. He has rifild þaire rout, wele wurth þe while! Bot euer er þai vnder bot gaudes and gile. Rughfute riueling, now kindels þi care; Berebag with þi boste, þi biging es bare; 20 Fals wretche and forsworn, whider wiltou fare? Busk þe vnto Brig, and abide þare. Þare, wretche, saltou won, and wery þe while; Þi dwelling in Dondé es done for þi gile. Þe Skottes gase in Burghes and betes þe stretes; 25 Al þise Inglis men harmes he hetes; Fast makes he his mone to men þat he metes, Bot fone frendes he findes þat his bale betes. Fune betes his bale, wele wurth þe while! He vses al threting with gaudes and gile. 30 Bot many man thretes and spekes ful ill Þat sum tyme war better to be stane—still. Þe Skot in his wordes has wind for to spill, For at þe last Edward sall haue al his will. He had his will at Berwik, wele wurth þe while! 35 Skottes broght him þe kayes,—bot get for þaire gile. B. THE TAKING OF CALAIS (1347). BY LAURENCE MINOT. MS. Cotton Galba E. ix (about 1425), f. 55 b. _How Edward als þe romance sais Held his sege bifor Calais._ Calays men, now mai ȝe care, And murni<n>g mun ȝe haue to mede; Mirth on mold get ȝe no mare, Sir Edward sall ken ȝow ȝowre crede. Whilum war ȝe wight in wede 5 To robbing rathly for to ren; Mend ȝow sone of ȝowre misdede: Ȝowre care es cumen, will ȝe it ken. Kend it es how ȝe war kene Al Inglis men with dole to dere. 10 Þaire gudes toke ȝe al bidene, No man born wald ȝe forbere. Ȝe spared noght with swerd ne spere To stik þam, and þaire gudes to stele. With wapin and with ded of were 15 Þus haue ȝe wonnen werldes wele. Weleful men war ȝe iwis, Bot fer on fold sall ȝe noght fare: A bare sal now abate ȝowre blis And wirk ȝow bale on bankes bare. 20 He sall ȝow hunt, als hund dose hare, Þat in no hole sall ȝe ȝow hide; For all ȝowre speche will he noght spare, Bot bigges him right by ȝowre side. Biside ȝow here þe bare bigins 25 To big his boure in winter tyde, And all bityme takes he his ines With semly se<r>gantes him biside. Þe word of him walkes ful wide— Iesu saue him fro mischance! 30 In bataill dar he wele habide Sir Philip and Sir Iohn of France.