I, Sonne of Honnoure, spencer[11] of her joies, Muste swythen[12] goe to yeve[13] the speeres arounde, Wythe advantayle[14] & borne[15] I meynte[16] emploie, Who withoute mee woulde fall untoe the grounde. Soe the tall oake the ivie twysteth rounde; 15 Soe the neshe[17] flowerr grees[18] ynne the woodeland shade. The worlde bie diffraunce ys ynne orderr founde; Wydhoute unlikenesse nothynge could bee made. As ynn the bowke[19] nete[20] alleyn[21] cann bee donne, Syke[22] ynn the weal of kynde all thynges are partes of onne. 20 Enterr SYRR SYMONNE DE BOURTONNE. Herawde[23], bie heavenne these tylterrs staie too long. Mie phantasie ys dyinge forr the fyghte. The mynstrelles have begonne the thyrde warr songe, Yett notte a speere of hemm[24] hath grete mie syghte. I feere there be ne manne wordhie mie myghte. 25 I lacke a Guid[25], a Wyllyamm[26] to entylte. To reine[27] anente[28] a fele[29] embodiedd knyghte, Ytt gettes ne rennome[30] gyff hys blodde bee spylte. Bie heavenne & Marie ytt ys tyme they're here; I lyche nott unthylle[31] thus to wielde the speare. 30 HERAWDE. Methynckes I heare yer slugghornes[32] dynn[33] fromm farre. BOURTONNE. Ah! swythenn[34] mie shielde & tyltynge launce bee bounde [35]. Eftsoones[36] beheste[37] mie Squyerr to the warre. I flie before to clayme a challenge grownde. [_Goeth oute_. HERAWDE. Thie valourous actes woulde meinte[38] of menne astounde; Harde bee yer shappe[39] encontrynge thee ynn fyghte; Anenst[40] all menne thou bereft to the grounde, Lyche the hard hayle dothe the tall roshes pyghte[41]. As whanne the mornynge sonne ydronks the dew, Syche dothe thie valourous actes drocke[42] eche knyghte's hue. 40 THE LYSTES. THE KYNGE. SYRR SYMONNE DE BOURTONNE, SYRR HUGO FERRARIS, SYRR RANULPH NEVILLE, SYRR LODOVICK DE CLYNTON, SYRR JOHAN DE BERGHAMME, AND ODHERR KNYGHTES, HERAWDES, MYNSTRELLES. AND SERVYTOURS[43]. KYNGE. The barganette[44]; yee mynstrelles tune the strynge, Somme actyonn dyre of auntyante kynges now synge. MYNSTRELLES. Wyllyamm, the Normannes floure botte Englondes thorne, The manne whose myghte delievretie[45] hadd knite[46], Snett[46] oppe hys long strunge bowe and sheelde aborne[47], 45 Behesteynge[48] all hys hommageres[49] to fyghte. Goe, rouze the lyonn fromm hys hylted[50] denne, Lett thie floes[51] drenche the blodde of anie thynge bott menne.