He smote there-on with his fist, 1964 open with a blow of That the bar[rh] began̄ to broke. his fist. To make debate, wel him list. “Who artowe” q«uo»d Floripas[150] “Þ«a»t maketh he[rh] sucħ araye†?” 1968 “I am kinge Lucafere of Baldas, [leaf 49] The Sowdon̄ sente me hidir in faye; To seen̄ his prisoneris is my desire And speke with hem everychon̄, 1972 He told them that he To talke with hem by the fire was come to speak to And speke of dedis of Armes amonge.” them, Tho saide Duke Neymes “welcome be ye To us prisoners here! 1976 What is your wille, nowe telle ye; For we be men̄ of feble chere.” “I woolde wete of Charles the kinge, and to enquire after What man̄ he is in his contre, 1980 Charlemagne. And what meyne he hatħ, and of what thinge He rekyneth moost his dignyte.” Duke Neymes saide “an Emp«er»oure Duke Naymes answers. And kinge he is of many a londe, 1984 Of Citeis, Castels, and many a Toure, Dukes, Erles, Barons bowynge to his honde.” “But saye me, felowe, what is your vse, To do in cont[rh] aftyr the none. 1988 He then asks what And what is the custome of your hous, amusements they have Tille men̄ to souper shalle gone?” after dinner. Naymes “Sir, so«m»me men̄ iouste[151] witħ spe[rh] and shelde, says, ‘Some joust, And so«m»me men̄ Carol and singe gode songes, 1992 some sing, some play Some shote with dartis in the feelde, at chess.’ And so«m»me play at Chesse amonge.” “Ye bene but foulis of gode dissporte; ‘I will teach you I wole yoᶙ tech a newe play. 1996 a new game,’ says Sitte down̄ here by one assorte, Lukafer. [p058 LUKAFER IS ROASTED TO CHARCOAL.]