The Amyral lete þe clothes doun~ cast A lytel by-nethe hur brest, And sone he knew anoon~ 900 Þ{a}t oon~ was woman, & þ{a}t oþ{er} groom~. He quaked for tene þere he stood; Hem to sloon~ was in his mood~; Ȝit he þouȝt, or he hem quelde, 904 What þey were, þey shuld him telle, And seth he wyl w{i}t{h} dome hem done. [He] let Adu{n} þe cloþes caste [Bin]eþen here breste. Bi here breste he kneu anon Þ{a}t on was maide {and} þ{a}t oþ{er} a mon. 628 Þe amiral het here cloþes adou{n} caste A lutel bi neþe here breste. Þo iseih he wel anon Þon was may {and} þoþer mon. Þe amirayl quakede, for angys þe astod, Hem to quelle, hit was on his mod. [Sidenote: They awake and cry for mercy.] Þe Children wakyd swyth soone, And saw þe swerde ouer hem drawe; 908 Þey ben adrad, and in awȝe. Þan seide Florys to Blauncheflo{ur}, “Of~ oure lyf~ is no soco{ur}.” But þey cryde him m{er}cy swyth, 912 For to length her lyue. Þe children awoke þo anon And seȝe þe Admiral biuore he{m} gon, Wiþ his suerd al adraȝe; Sore hi beoþ offerd {and} wel maȝe. 632 “Seie,” q{ua}þ þe Admiral, “belamy, Ho makede þe so hardy, For to come in to mi Tur And to ligge bi blau{n}cheflur?” 636 Hi crieȝ him “m{er}ci,” boþe suiþe, Þ{a}t he ȝiue hem furst of liue. Þe children a woken vnder soon (?) And seȝen þ{a}t swerd ou{er} hem a drawe, Hij weren agr . . {and} eþe hui mawe. . . . . . . . . belami Who makede þe so hardi . . . . . . . in my tour . . . . . . . blancheflur. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . þe . . . . fore. Þo seyde floyres to blancheflur, “Of vre liue nis no socur.” Ak hei crieþ him merci so suiþe Þ{a}t he ȝaf hem furst of here liue. Vp he bade hem sytte booth, And do on boþ her cloþ; Seþ he dide hem bynde fast, 916 And in p{r}ison~ lete hem be cast. Vp he bad hem sitte boþe, {and} don on here beyre cloþe, {and} þo he bad hem binde faste, {and} in to one p{ri}sun he het hem cast. [Headnote: _The ‘Admiral’ summons his counsellors._] [Sidenote: The Admiral summons his counsellors and tells them the case.] Now haþ he after his Barons sent, To wreke him after Iugement, Now han þe Barons vndernome, 920 And to þe Amyral þey ben coom{e}. Aft{er} his barnage he haþ isend, To awreke him wiþ iugem{en}t. 640 And let he{m} þe while binde faste, And in to p{ri}son ben icaste. His palais þ{a}t was so faire ibuld, Of Erles {and} barons hit was ifuld. 644