And bett«er» myrthe never ye saye.” He teyde a tredde on a pole With a thread he With an nedil ther-on I-fest, 2000 fastened a needle And ther vppon̄ a qwi[k|] cole. on a pole and put a He bade every man blowe his blast. burning coal upon it. Duke Neymes hade a long berde, He blew it at Kinge Lucafe[rh] blewe even̄ to hym̄, 2004 Naymes’s beard and That game hade he never before lered. burnt it. Naymes He brent the he[rh] of Neymes berde to the skyne. waxed wroth, and Duke Neymes than̄ gan wex wrotħ, snatching a burning For he hade brente his berde so white 2008 [leaf 50] brand from To the Chymneye forth he goth the fire he smites at And caught a bronde him witħ to smyte. Lukafer and throws Witħ a goode wille he him smote, him into the fire, That both his eyen̄ bresten̄ oute. 2012 He caste him in the fire al hote; For sothe he hadde a rigħt gode cloute. And with a fyre forke he helde him doune, Tille he were rosted to colis ilkadele. 2016 where he was roasted His soule hade his god Mahoun̄. to charcoal. Floripas Florip̄ bade him̄ warme him wele. applauds this, “Sires” tho saide Floripas, “Entendith nowe al to me! 2020 This Lucafe[rh] of Baldas Was a lorde of grete mayne. My Fadir hade him eu«er» yn che[rh] I telle you for sothe everydele, 2024 He wolde anoon̄ aftyr him enque[rh], but points out their And therefore loke, ye arme you we[l~l]!” danger, and advises Florip wente in, as the maner was, them to arm. At To here Fadir at soup«er» tyme. 2028 supper time she goes No man spake worde of kinge Baldas, to her father. Ner no man knewe of his sharp pyne. The xij peris armed hem wel and fyne With swerdes drawe and eg[rh] chere. 2032 While thay mery[152] drinkyn[g|] the wyne [p059 THE PEERS TURN THE SARACENS OUT OF THE CASTLE.]