Spare no thinge that is alyve, Hows, Toure ner Walle, 416 [leaf 11] Beest, ner man, Childe nere Wife, Brenne, slo and distroye alle.” Tho Ferumbras ordeynede anone To bende the Engynes to the town̄ 420 And bete down̄ botħ Toure and stoon̄. He cleped fortħ Fortibraunce and Mavon̄ and enjoined And saide “be youre Engynes goode? Fortibrance and Mavon Shewe forth here nowe your crafte 424 to direct their For Mahoundis love, þat gevith man foode, engines against the That ther be no Toure lafte.” walls. Tho the grete gloton̄ Estagote[103] The great glutton With his myghty mace sware 428 Estragot, with his On the Gatis of Rome he smote heavy mace, And brake hem alle on thre thare. smote on the gates In he entrid at the Gate and brake them in The Porte-Colis on him thai lete falle. 432 pieces. He wende, he hade come to late, But as he was It smote him through herte, lyuer and entering one of the galle. gates, they let the He lai cryande at the grounde portcullis fall, Like a develle of Helle; 436 which crushed him to Through the Cite wente the sowne, the ground, So lowde than gan he yelle. where he lay crying Gladde were al the Romaynes, like a devil. That he was take in the trappe, 440 The Romans were glad, And sorye were al the Sarsyns but the Saracens Of þat myschevos happe. grieved. Sory was the Soudon̄ than̄ And Ferumbras and Lukafe[rh]. 444 They withdrew to Thai drowe hem tille her tent«es» than̄, their tents, leaving Thai left him ligginge there. behind the corpse of Mahounde toke his soule to him Estragot, whose soul And broght it to his blis. 448 went up to Mahound. He loued him wel and al his kyn, [p014 THE POPE ATTEMPTS A SALLY.]