63 ‘[N]owe we are in,’ sayd Adam Bell, ‘[T]herof we are full fayne; [But] Cryst knoweth that herowed hell, [H]ow we shall come oute agayne.’ 64 ‘[Had] we the keys,’ sayd Clym of the Clowgh, ‘Ryght well than sholde we spede; [Than] myght we come out well ynough, [Whan] we se tyme and nede.’ 65 [They] called the porter to a councell, [And] wronge hys necke in two, [And] kest hym in a depe dongeon, [And] toke the keys hym fro. 66 ‘[N]ow am I porter,’ sayd Adam Bell; ‘[Se], broder, the keys haue we here; [The] worste porter to mery Carlell, [That ye] had this hondreth yere. 67 ‘[Now] wyll we oure bowës bende, [Into the t]owne wyll we go, [For to delyuer our dere] broder, [Where he lyeth in care and wo.’ 68 Then they bent theyr good yew bowes, And loked theyr stri_n_ges were round;] The market-place of mery Carlyll, They beset in that stounde. 69 And as they loked them besyde, A payre of newe galowes there they se, And the iustyce, with a quest of swerers, That had iuged Clowdysle there hanged to be. 70 And Clowdysle hymselfe lay redy in a carte, Fast bounde bothe fote and hande, And a strong rope aboute his necke, All redy for to be hangde. 71 The iustyce called to hym a ladde; Clowdysles clothes sholde he haue, To take the mesure of that good yoman, And therafter to make his graue. 72 ‘I haue sene as greate a merueyll,’ sayd Clowd[esle], ‘As bytwene this and pryme, He that maketh thys graue for me, Hymselfe may lye therin.’ 73 ‘Thou spekest proudely,’ sayd the iustyce; ‘I shall hange the with my hande:’ Full well that herde his bretheren two, There styll as they dyd stande. 74 Than Clowdysle cast hys eyen asyde, And sawe hys bretheren stande, At a corner of the market-place, With theyr good bowes bent in theyr hand, Redy the iustyce for to chase. 75 ‘I se good comforte,’ sayd Clowdysle, ‘Yet hope I well to fare; If I myght haue my handes at wyll, [Ryght l]ytell wolde I care.’ 76 [Than b]espake good Adam Bell, [To Clym]me of the Clowgh so fre; [Broder], se ye marke the iustyce well; [Lo yon]der ye may him se. 77 [And at] the sheryf shote I wyll, [Stron]gly with an arowe kene; [A better] shotte in mery Carlyll, [Thys se]uen yere was not sene. 78 [They lo]used theyr arowes bothe at ones, [Of no] man had they drede; [The one] hyt the iustyce, the other the sheryf, [That b]othe theyr sydes gan blede. 79 [All men] voyded, that them stode nye, [Whan] the iustyce fell to the grounde, [And the] sheryf fell nyghe hym by; [Eyther] had his dethës wounde. 80 [All the c]ytezeyns fast gan fle, [They du]rste no lenger abyde; [There ly]ghtly they loused Clowdysle, [Where he] with ropes lay tyde.