Þe Franche men er fers and fell, And mase grete dray when þai er dight; Of þam men herd slike tales tell, 35 With Edward think þai for to fight, Him for to hald out of his right, And do him treson with þaire tales: Þat was þaire purpos, day and night, Bi counsail of þe Cardinales. 40 Cardinales with hattes rede War fro Calays wele thre myle; Þai toke þaire counsail in þat stede How þai might Sir Edward bigile. Þai lended þare bot litill while 45 Till Franche men to grante þaire grace: Sir Philip was funden a file, He fled and faght noght in þat place. In þat place þe bare was blith, For all was funden þat he had soght. 50 Philip þe Valas fled ful swith With þe batail þat he had broght. For to haue Calays had he thoght All at his ledeing, loud or still; Bot all þaire wiles war for noght: 55 Edward wan it at his will. Lystens now, and ȝe may lere, Als men þe suth may vnderstand, Þe knightes þat in Calais were Come to Sir Edward sare wepeand. 60 In kirtell one, and swerd in hand, And cried, 'Sir Edward, þine <we> are. Do now, lord, bi law of land Þi will with vs for euermare'. Þe nobill burgase and þe best 65 Come vnto him to haue þaire hire. Þe comun puple war ful prest Rapes to bring obout þaire swire. Þai said all: 'Sir Philip, oure syre, And his sun, Sir Iohn of France, 70 Has left vs ligand in þe mire, And broght vs till þis doleful dance. Our horses þat war faire and fat Er etin vp ilkone bidene; Haue we nowþer conig ne cat 75 Þat þai ne er etin, and hundes kene Al er etin vp ful clene— Es nowther leuid biche ne whelp— Þat es wele on oure sembland sene, And þai er fled þat suld vs help.' 80 A knight þat was of grete renowne— Sir Iohn de Viene was his name— He was wardaine of þe toune And had done Ingland mekill schame. For all þaire boste þai er to blame, 85 Ful stalworthly þare haue þai streuyn. A bare es cumen to mak þam tame, Kayes of þe toun to him er gifen. Þe kaies er ȝolden him of þe ȝate,— Lat him now kepe þam if he kun. 90 To Calais cum þai all to late, Sir Philip, and Sir Iohn his sun. Al war ful ferd þat þare ware fun, Þaire leders may þai barely ban. All on þis wise was Calais won: 95 God saue þam þat it sogat wan! C. ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD III, A.D. 1377.