But bare him down̄ ther in þ^e playn̄. burst open the thick Anoon̄ he sterte on him all ane crowd and threw him His Ventayle for to onlace, 556 down to the ground. And saugh his crown̄ newe shafe, But seeing his A-shamed thanne he was. tonsure, he was “Fye, preest, god gyfe the sorowe! ashamed. What doist thou armede in the feelde, 560 “Fie, priest,” That sholdest saie thi matyns on morwe, he said, “what What doist thoᶙ witħ spere and shelde? doest thou in the I hoped, thoᶙ hadiste ben̄ an Emp«er»oure, battle-field? Or a Cheftayne of this Ooste here, 564 Or some worthy conqueroure. Go home and kepe thy Qwe[rh]! Shame it were to me certayne It would be a shame To sle the in this bataile, 568 for me to slay thee. Therfore turne the home agayn̄!” Go home and think of The Pope was gladde þ«er»-of certayne,[112] thy choir-service!” He wente home to Rome that nyght The Pope retired with Witħ Five thousande and no more, 572 5000 men, XV thousande lefte in the feelde aplight, 15,000 being killed. Full grete sorowe was therfore. NOWE telle we of the messange[rh], That wente to Charlemayne, 576 Charlemagne, having Certyfyinge him by lettres dere, learned from the Howe the Romaynes were slayne, messenger the great And howe the Contrey brente was disaster which had Vnto the Gate of Rome, 580 befallen the Romans, And howe the people song ‘alas,’ Tille socoure from him come. “Who” q«uo»d Charles, that worthy kinge, said, he would not “The Sowdon̄ and Ferumbras? 584 desist until he had I nyl lette for no thinge, [leaf 15] chased the Till I him oute of Cristendome chace. soudan and Ferumbras Therefore Gy of Burgoyn̄, out of Christendom. Mynne owen nevewe so trewe, 588 [p018 THE SARACENS AGAIN ATTACK THE CITY.]