Drawne bie thyne anlace felle, Downe to the depthe of helle Thousandes of Dacyanns went; 15 Brystowannes, menne of myghte, Ydar'd the bloudie fyghte, And actedd deeds full quent. Oh thou, whereer (thie bones att reste) Thye Spryte to haunte delyghteth beste, 20 Whetherr upponne the bloude-embrewedd pleyne, Orr whare thou kennst fromm farre The dysmall crye of warre, Orr seest somme mountayne made of corse of sleyne; Orr seest the hatchedd stede, 25 Ypraunceynge o'er the mede, And neighe to be amenged the poynctedd speeres; Orr ynne blacke armoure staulke arounde Embattel'd Brystowe, once thie grounde, And glowe ardurous onn the Castle steeres; 30 Orr fierye round the mynsterr glare; Lette Brystowe stylle be made thie care; Guarde ytt fromme foemenne & consumynge fyre; Lyche Avones streme ensyrke ytte rounde, Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, 35 Tylle ynne one flame all the whole worlde expyre. The underwritten Lines were composed by JOHN LADGATE, a Priest in London, and sent to ROWLIE, as an Answer to the preceding _Songe of Ælla_. Havynge wythe mouche attentyonn redde Whatt you dydd to mee sende, Admyre the varses mouche I dydd, And thus an answerr lende. Amongs the Greeces Homer was 5 A Poett mouche renownde, Amongs the Latyns Vyrgilius Was beste of Poets founde. The Brytish Merlyn oftenne hanne The gyfte of inspyration, 10 And Afled to the Sexonne menne Dydd synge wythe elocation. Ynne Norman tymes, Turgotus and Goode Chaucer dydd excelle, Thenn Stowe, the Bryghtstowe Carmelyte, 15 Dydd bare awaie the belle. Nowe Rowlie ynne these mokie dayes Lendes owte hys sheenynge lyghtes, And Turgotus and Chaucer lyves Ynne ev'ry lyne he wrytes. 20 THE TOURNAMENT. AN INTERLUDE. ENTER AN HERAWDE. The Tournament begynnes; the hammerrs sounde; The courserrs lysse[1] about the mensuredd[2] fielde; The shemrynge armoure throws the sheene arounde; Quayntyssed[3] fons[4] depictedd[5] onn eche sheelde. The feerie[6] heaulmets, wythe the wreathes amielde[7], 5 Supportes the rampynge lyoncell[8] orr beare, Wythe straunge depyctures[9], Nature maie nott yeelde, Unseemelie to all orderr doe appere, Yett yatte[10] to menne, who thyncke and have a spryte[11], Makes knowen thatt the phantasies unryghte. 10