The hye auter[610] he strypt naked; There on he stode, and craked; 50 He shoke downe all the clothis, And sware horrible othes Before the face of God, By Moyses and Arons rod, Or that he thens yede, His hawke shoulde pray and fede Vpon a pigeons maw. The bloude ran downe raw Vpon the auter stone; The hawke tyrid on a bonne; 60 And in the holy place She mutid there a chase Vpon my corporas face. Such _sacrificium laudis_ He made with suche gambawdis. OBSERVATE. His seconde hawke wexid gery, And was with flying wery; She had flowin so oft, That on the rode loft She perkyd her to rest. 70 The fauconer then was prest[611], Came runnyng with a dow, And cryed, Stow, stow, stow! But she would not bow. He then, to be sure, Callid her with a lure. Her mete[612] was very crude, She had not wel endude; She was not clene ensaymed, She was not well reclaymed: 80 But the fawconer vnfayned Was much more febler brayned. The hawke had no lyst To come to hys fyst; She loked as she had the frounce;[613] With that he gaue her a bounce Full vpon the gorge: I wyll not fayne nor forge; The hawke with that clap Fell downe with euyll hap. 90 The church dores were sparred, Fast boltyd and barryd, Yet wyth a prety gyn I fortuned to come in, This rebell to beholde, Wherof I hym[614] controlde; But he sayde that he woulde, Agaynst my mynde and wyll, In my churche hawke styll. CONSIDERATE. On Sainct John decollacion 100 He hawked on this facion, _Tempore vesperarum,_ _Sed non secundum Sarum_, But lyke a Marche harum, His braynes were so _parum_. He sayde he would not let His houndis for to fet, To hunte there by lyberte In the dyspyte of me, And to halow there the fox: 110 Downe went my offerynge box, Boke, bell, and candyll, All that he myght handyll; Cros, staffe, lectryne, and banner, Fell downe on this manner. DELIBERATE.