He may cast twies or thries or he hit ayen þ«er»,[159] [leaf 56] For sothe I telle it yoᶙ.” Marsedage, the roialle kinge, Rode in riche weede, 2248 Fro Barbary co«m»myng, Vppon̄ a sturdy stede, Cryinge to hem vppon̄ the walle: “Trayto«u»ris, yelde yoᶙ here! 2252 Brenne you alle ellis I shalle, By myghty god Iubyte[rh].” Gy aspied, that he came ne[rh], Guy kills Marsedage A darte to hime he threwe ful even̄, 2256 the king of Barbary, He smote him throwe herte & liver in fe[rh]. by throwing a dart at Dame Florip«e» lough witħ loude steven̄ him. And saide “Sir Gye, my loue so free, Thou kanste welle hit the prikke. 2260 He shall make no booste in his contre; God giffe him sorowe thikke!” Whan̄ Laban̄ herde of this myschie[f|], A sory man̄ was he. 2264 He trumped, his mene to relefe; They stop the attack For to cease that tyme mente he. Mersadage, kinge of Barbarye, He did carye to his tente, 2268 And beryed him by right of Sarsenye to bury Marsedage, With brennynge fire and riche oynemente, And songe the Dirige of Alkaron̄, That bibill is of here laye, 2272 And wayled his deth everychon̄, and bewail him 7 days vij nyghtis and vij dayes. and nights. Anoon̄ the Sowdon̄, south to say, Then the soudan more Sente iij hundrid of knightis, 2276 closely blockades the To kepe the brigge and the waye castle. Oute of that Castil rightis, That noon̄ of hem shulde issue oute, [p066 FLORIPAS PRODUCES A MAGIC GIRDLE.]