Thenne fyve-and-twentye archers came; Echone the bowe dydd bende, From rescue of kynge HENRIES friends Syr CHARLES forr to defend. 280 Bolde as a lyon came Syr CHARLES, Drawne onne a clothe-layde sledde, Bye two blacke stedes ynne trappynges white, Wyth plumes uponne theyre hedde: Behynde hym fyve-and-twentye moe 285 Of archers stronge and stoute, Wyth bended bowe echone ynne hande, Marched ynne goodlie route: Seincte JAMESES Freers marched next, Echone hys parte dydd chaunt; 290 Behynde theyre backs syx mynstrelles came, Who tun'd the strunge bataunt: Thenne came the maior and eldermenne, Ynne clothe of scarlett deck't; And theyre attendyng menne echone, 295 Lyke Easterne princes trickt: And after them, a multitude Of citizenns dydd thronge; The wyndowes were alle fulle of heddes, As hee dydd passe alonge. 300 And whenne hee came to the hyghe crosse, Syr CHARLES dydd turne and saie, "O Thou, thatt savest manne fromme synne, Washe mye soule clean thys daie!" Att the grete mynsterr wyndowe sat 305 The kynge ynne myckle state, To see CHARLES BAWDIN goe alonge To hys most welcom fate. Soone as the sledde drewe nyghe enowe, Thatt EDWARDE hee myghte heare, 310 The brave Syr CHARLES hee dydd stande uppe, And thus hys wordes declare: "Thou seest mee, EDWARDE! traytour vile! Expos'd to infamie; Butt bee assur'd, disloyall manne! 315 I'm greaterr nowe thanne thee. "Bye foule proceedyngs, murdre, bloude, Thou wearest nowe a crowne; And hast appoynted mee to dye, By power nott thyne owne. 320 "Thou thynkest I shall dye to-daie; I have beene dede 'till nowe, And soone shall lyve to weare a crowne For aie uponne my browe: "Whylst thou, perhapps, for som few yeares, 325 Shalt rule thys fickle lande, To lett them knowe howe wyde the rule 'Twixt kynge and tyrant hande: "Thye pow'r unjust, thou traytour slave! Shall falle onne thye owne hedde"-- 330 Fromm out of hearyng of the kynge Departed thenne the sledde. Kynge EDWARDE'S soule rush'd to hys face, Hee turn'd hys hedde awaie, And to hys broder GLOUCESTER 335 Hee thus dydd speke and saie: "To hym that soe-much-dreaded dethe Ne ghastlie terrors brynge, Beholde the manne! hee spake the truthe, Hee's greater thanne a kynge!" 340