And lefe his fals laye, 764 Babyloyne shal he never see he never shall see For alle his grete aray.” Babylon again.” They Anoon to shippe every man̄ all took ship without With vitaile and with store, 768 delay. Euen towarde the proud Sawdan̄ With-outen̄ any more. Wynde him blewe ful fayre and goode Into the Ryver of Gaȝe, 772 Propitious winds Even over the salte flode drove them into the And ouer the profounde rase. river Gase, where XXX legeeȝ from Egremou[rh] they landed, 30 miles By londe for south it is, 776 from Agremore, And ther withoute any more To londe thai wente I-wis, And brente and sloughen̄ al þ«a»t thai fonde, and laid waste the And stroyed both Toure and town̄. 780 country. Thai lefte no thinge on grounde, That thai ne bete it down̄. Tithinggis were tolde to Laban, Laban, hearing this Howe Charles was I-come 784 news, And slough bouth childe, wyfe, man And brente and stroyed alle and some With thre hundred thousand of Bacheleris, That were both stoute and gaye, 788 And with him al his Dosyperis, Pepul of grete araye. “And but ye ordeyne remedy, He wole you brenne and sloon̄, 792 Youe and youre riche Baronye, He wole leve a-life neu«er»e oon̄.” Whan Laban herde these tidyngys, His herte woxe alle coolde 796 And saide “this is a wonder thinge! [leaf 20] Howe durste he be so boolde? was astonished at Litill ke«n»nyth he what I may doo, Charles’s presumption. [p024 A GREAT BATTLE ENSUES.]