Copland's edition, with corrections from his folio manuscript. Ritson
adhered to Copland's text with his usual fidelity, (_Pieces of Popular
Poetry_, p. 1.) We have printed the ballad from Ritson, with some
important improvements derived from a transcript of Mr. Collier's
fragment most kindly furnished by that gentleman. This fragment
extends from the 7th verse of the second fit to the 55th of the third,
but is somewhat mutilated.
"Allane Bell" is mentioned by Dunbar in company
with Robin Hood, Guy of Gisborne, and others. The editor of the
_Reliques_ has pointed out several allusions to the ballad in our
dramatic poets, which show the extreme popularity of the story.
"Shakespeare, in his comedy of _Much Ado about Nothing_, act i. makes
Benedick confirm his resolves of not yielding to love, by this
protestation: 'If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at
me, and he that hits me, let him be clapt on the shoulder, and called
Adam:'--meaning Adam Bell, as Theobald rightly observes, who refers to
one or two other passages in our old poets, wherein he is mentioned.
The Oxford editor has also well conjectured, that 'Abraham Cupid,'in
_Romeo and Juliet_, act ii. sc. 1, should be 'Adam Cupid,' in allusion
to our archer. Ben Jonson has mentioned Clym o' the Clough in his
_Alchemist_, act i. sc. 2. And Sir William Davenant, in a mock poem of
his, called _The Long Vacation in London_, describes the attorneys and
proctors as making matches to meet in Finsbury Fields.
'With loynes in canvas bow-case tyde,
Where arrowes stick with mickle pride;
Like ghosts of Adam Bell and Clymme;
Sol sits for fear they'l shoot at him.'--
_Works_, 1673, fol. p. 291."
The place of residence ascribed in the present ballad to these outlaws
is Englewood or Inglewood, a forest in Cumberland sixteen miles in
length, and extending from Carlisle to Penrith, which, according to
Wyntown, was also frequented by Robin Hood, (_Cronykil_, vii. 10,
431.) By the author of the ballad of _Robin Hood's Birth, Breeding,
Valour, and Marriage_, they are made contemporary with Robin Hood's
father.
"The father of Robin a forrester was,
And he shot in a lusty strong bow
Two north-country miles and an inch at a shot,
As the Pinder of Wakefield does know.
For he brought Adam Bell, and Clim of the Clugh,
And William of Clowdesle
To shoot with our forrester for forty mark,
And the forrester beat them all three."
A state paper cited by Mr. Hunter exhibits a person of the name of
Adam Bell in connection with another of Robin Hood's haunts, and is
thought by that gentleman to afford a clue to the real history of one
of the actors in the story.
"King Henry the Fourth, by letters enrolled in the Exchequer, in
Trinity Term, in the seventh year of his reign [1406], and bearing
date the 14th day of April, granted to one Adam Bell an annuity of
4_l._ 10_s._ issuing out of the fee-farm of Clipston, in the forest of
Sherwood, together with the profits and advantages of the vesture and
herbage of the garden called the Halgarth, in which the manor-house of
Clipston is situated.
"Now, as Sherwood is noted for its connection with archery, and may be
regarded also as the _patria_ of much of the ballad poetry of England,
and the name of Adam Bell is a peculiar one, this might be almost of
itself sufficient to show that the ballad had a foundation in
veritable history. But we further find that this Adam Bell violated
his allegiance by adhering to the Scots, the King's enemies; whereupon
this grant was virtually resumed, and the sheriff of Nottinghamshire
accounted for the rents which would have been his. In the third year
of King Henry the Fifth [1416], the account was rendered by Thomas
Hercy, and in the fourth year by Simon Leak. The mention of his
adhesion to the Scots, leads us to the Scottish border, and will not
leave a doubt in the mind of the most sceptical (!) that we have here
one of the persons, some of whose deeds (with some poetical license,
perhaps) are come down to us in the words of one of our popular
ballads." _New Illustrations of the Life, Studies, and Writings of
Shakespeare_, i. 245.
It must be confessed that Mr. Hunter is easily satisfied. The Bells
were one of the most notorious of the marauding tribes of the Marches,
and as late as 1593, are grouped with the Graemes and Armstrongs, in a
memorial of the English Warden, as among "the bad and more vagrant of
the great surnames of the border." (Rymer's _F[oe]dera_, xvi. 183, 2d
ed.) Adam was a very common _pr[oe]nomen_ among these people, and is
borne by two other familiar ballad heroes, Adam Gordon and Adam Car.
The combination of Adam Bell must have been anything but a rarity;[27]
nor could it have been an unfrequent occurrence, for a Scottish
freebooter who had entered into the pay of the English King, to return
to his natural connections, when a tempting opportunity offered
itself, or for any Border mercenary to change sides as often as this
seemed to be for his interest.
The rescue of William of Cloudesly by Adam Bell and Clym of the
Clough, in the second fit, resembles in all the main points the rescue
of Robin Hood by Little John and Much, in _Robin Hood and the Monk_.
The incident of the shot at the apple, in the third fit, for a long
time received as a part of the genuine history of William Tell, is of
great antiquity, and may be traced northward from Switzerland through
the various Gothic nations to the mythical legends of Scandinavia. The
exploit is first narrated in the _Wilkina Saga_ of the archer Eigill,
who, at Nidung's command, proves his skill at the bow by shooting an
apple from his son's head. Eigill had selected three arrows, and on
being questioned as to the purpose of the other two, replied that they
were destined for Nidung in case the first had caused the death of his
child. This form of the legend is of the 10th or 11th century. In the
12th century, Saxo Grammaticus tells this story of Toko and King
Harald. The resemblance to Tell is in Toko's case stronger than in
any; for, besides making the same speech about the reserved arrow, he
distinguishes himself in a sea-storm, and shoots the king,--this last
feat being historical, and dated 992. Similar achievements are
ascribed in Norwegian sagas to St. Olaf (died, 1030), and to King
Haraldr Sigurtharson (died, 1066), and in Schleswig Holstein, to
Heming Wolf, who having, in 1472, been outlawed for taking part with a
rebel against King Christian, and falling into the hands of his
enemies, was obliged to exhibit his skill at the risk of his son's
life. Again, in Sprenger's _Malleus Maleficarum_, a work of the 15th
century, the story is related of one Puncher, a magician of the Rhine
country; and finally, about two hundred years after the formation of
the Swiss confederacy, this famous exploit is imputed to Tell, though
early chroniclers have not a word to say either about him or his
archery. (See Grimm's[28] _Deutsche Mythologie_, ed. 1842, pp. 353-5,
p. 1214: Nork's _Mythologie der Volkssagen_, in Scheible's _Kloster_,
vol. 9, p. 105, _seqq._ Many of the documents that bear upon this
question are cited at length in Ideler's _Schuss des Tell_, Berlin,
1836.)
[27] Thus, in the _Parliamentary Writs_, we have two Adam Bells
(_possibly_ only one) contemporary with Mr. Hunter's Robin Hood, and
both resident in Yorkshire.
1315, Adam Belle, manucaptor of a burgess for Scarborough.
1324, Adam Bele, manucaptor for citizens returned for York.
[28] Grimm refers to the tradition by which Eustathius accounts for
Sarpedon's being king of the Lycians, which involves a story of his
two rival uncles proposing to shoot through a ring placed on the
breast of a child, and of Sarpedon's being offered for that purpose by
his mother; and also mentions a manuscript he had seen of travels in
Turkey, which contained a picture of a man shooting at an apple placed
on a child's head.
Mery it was in grene forest,
Amonge the leues grene,
Wher that men walke east and west,
With bowes and arrowes kene,
To ryse the dere out of theyr denne,-- 5
Such sightes hath ofte bene sene,--[L6]
As by thre yemen of the north countrey,[L7]
By them it is I meane.[L8]
The one of them hight Adam Bel,
The other Clym of the Clough,[L10] 10
The thyrd was William of Cloudesly,[L11]
An archer good ynough.
They were outlawed for venyson,
These yemen everechone;
They swore them brethren upon a day, 15
To Englysshe-wood for to gone.
Now lith and lysten, gentylmen,
That of myrthes loveth to here:[L18]
Two of them were single men,
The third had a wedded fere. 20
Wyllyam was the wedded man,
Muche more then was hys care:
He sayde to hys brethren upon a day,
To Carelel he would fare,
For to speke with fayre Alse hys wife, 25
And with hys chyldren thre.
"By my trouth," sayde Adam Bel,
"Not by the counsell of me.
"For if ye go to Caerlel, brother,
And from thys wylde wode wende, 30
If the justice mai you take,
Your lyfe were at an ende."
"If that I come not tomorowe, brother,
By pryme to you agayne,
Truste not els but that I am take, 35
Or else that I am slayne."
He toke hys leave of his brethren two,
And to Carlel he is gon;
There he knocked at hys owne windowe,
Shortlye and anone. 40
"Where be you, fayre Alyce, my wyfe,[L41]
And my chyldren three?
Lyghtly let in thyne owne husbande,
Wyllyam of Cloudeslè."
"Alas!" then sayde fayre Alyce, 45
And syghed wonderous sore,
"Thys place hath ben besette for you,
Thys half yere and more."
"Now am I here," sayde Cloudeslè,
"I woulde that I in were:--[L50] 50
Now feche us meate and drynke ynoughe,
And let us make good chere."
She fetched him meat and drynke plenty,
Lyke a true wedded wyfe,
And pleased hym wyth that she had, 55
Whome she loved as her lyfe.
There lay an old wyfe in that place,
A lytle besyde the fyre,
Whych Wyllyam had found, of cherytye,
More then seven yere. 60
Up she rose and walked full styll,
Evel mote she spede therefoore,[L62]
For she had not set no fote on ground
In seven yere before.
She went unto the justice hall, 65
As fast as she could hye;
"Thys nyght is come unto this town
Wyllyam of Cloudeslè."
Thereof the iustice was full fayne,
And so was the shirife also; 70
"Thou shalt not travaile hether, dame, for nought,[L71]
Thy meed thou shalt have or thou go."
They gave to her a ryght good goune,
Of scarlat it was, as I heard sayne;[L74]
She toke the gyft and home she wente, 75
And couched her downe agayne.
They rysed the towne of mery Carlel,
In all the hast that they can,
And came thronging to Wyllyames house,
As fast as they myght gone. 80
Theyr they besette that good yeman,
Round about on every syde,
Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes,
That heytherward they hyed.
Alyce opened a shot-wyndow,[L85] 85
And loked all about,
She was ware of the justice and shirife bothe,
Wyth a full great route.[L88]
"Alas! treason," cry'd Aleyce.
"Ever wo may thou be! 90
Go into my chambre, my husband," she sayd,[L91]
"Swete Wyllyam of Cloudeslè."
He toke hys sweard and hys bucler,
Hys bow and hy[s] chyldren thre,
And wente into hys strongest chamber, 95
Where he thought surest to be.
Fayre Alice folowed him as a lover true,
With a pollaxe in her hande;
"He shal be dead that here cometh in
Thys dore, whyle I may stand." 100
Cloudeslè bent a wel good bowe,
That was of trusty tre,
He smot the justise on the brest,
That hys arrowe brest in thre.
"God's curse on his hartt," saide William, 105
"Thys day thy cote dyd on;
If it had ben no better then myne,
It had gone nere thy bone."
"Yelde the, Cloudeslè," sayd the justise,
"And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro:" 110
"Gods curse on hys hart," sayde fair Alice,
"That my husband councelleth so."
"Set fyre on the house," saide the sherife,
"Syth it wyll no better be,
And brenne we therin William," he saide, 115
"Hys wyfe and chyldren thre."
They fyred the house in many a place,
The fyre flew up on hye;
"Alas!" then cryed fayr Alice,
"I se we here shall dy." 120
William openyd hys backe wyndow,
That was in hys chambre on hye,[L122]
And wyth shetes let hys wyfe downe,
And hys chyldren thre.
"Have here my treasure," sayde William, 125
"My wyfe and my chyldren thre,
For Christes love do them no harme,
But wreke you all on me."
Wyllyam shot so wonderous well,
Tyll hys arrowes were all ygo,[L130] 130
And the fyre so fast upon hym fell,
That hys bowstryng brent in two.
The spercles brent and fell hym on,
Good Wyllyam of Cloudeslè!
But than wax he a wofull man, 135
And sayde, "thys is a cowardes death to me.
"Leuer I had," sayde Wyllyam,
"With my sworde in the route to renne,
Then here among myne ennemyes wode,
Thus cruelly to bren." 140
He toke hys sweard and hys buckler,
And among them all he ran;
Where the people were most in prece,
He smot downe many a man.
There myght no man stand hys stroke, 145
So fersly on them he ran;
Then they threw wyndowes and dores on him,
And so toke that good yemàn.
There they hym bounde both hande and fote,
And in depe dongeon hym cast; 150
"Now, Cloudeslè," sayd the hye justice,
"Thou shalt be hanged in hast."
"One vow shal I make," sayd the sherife,
"A payre of newe galowes shall I for the make,
And the gates of Caerlel shal be shutte, 155
There shall no man come in therat.
"Then shall not helpe Clim of the Cloughe,
Nor yet shall Adam Bell,
Though they came with a thousand mo,
Nor all the devels in hell." 160
Early in the mornyng the justice uprose,
To the gates first gan he gon,
And commaundede to be shut full cloce
Lightilè everychone.
Then went he to the market place, 165
As fast as he coulde hye;
A payre of new gallous there did he up set,
Besyde the pyllory.
A lytle boy stod them amonge,
And asked what meaned that gallow tre; 170
They sayde, "to hange a good yeamàn,
Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè."
That lytle boye was the towne swyne-heard,
And kept fayre Alyce swyne,[L174]
Oft he had seene Cloudeslè in the wodde, 175
And geuen hym there to dyne.
He went out att a creves in the wall,
And lightly to the wood dyd gone;
There met he with these wight yonge men,
Shortly and anone. 180
"Alas!" then sayde that lytle boye,
"Ye tary here all to longe;
Cloudeslè is taken and dampned to death,
All readye for to honge."
"Alas!" then sayde good Adam Bell, 185
"That ever we see thys daye!
He myght her with us have dwelled,
So ofte as we dyd him praye!
"He myght have taryed in grene foreste,
Under the shadowes sheene, 190
And have kepte both hym and us in reaste,
Out of trouble and teene!"
Adam bent a ryght good bow,
A great hart sone had he slayne;
"Take that, chylde," he sayde, "to thy dynner, 195
And bryng me myne arrowe agayne."
"Now go we hence," sayed these wight yong men,
"Tary we no lenger here;
We shall hym borowe, by gods grace,
Though we bye it full dere." 200
To Caerlel went these good yemèn,[L201]
On a mery mornyng of Maye:
Here is a fyt of Cloudesli,
And another is for to saye.
6, as hath.
7, the.
8, as I.
10, 11. Clym of the Clough means, as Percy says, Clement of the
valley; and Cloudeslè, suggests Ritson, seems to be the same with
Clodsley.
18. And that.
41, your.
50, In woulde.
62, spende.
71, fore.
74, saye. _Percy reads_, Of scarlate and of graine.
85, shop. _Percy reads_ back window.
88, great full great.
91, Gy.
122, was on.
130, gon.
174, there.
201, Cyerlel.
[THE SECOND FIT.]
And when they came to mery Caerlell,
In a fayre mornyng tyde,
They founde the gates shut them untyll,
Round about on every syde.
"Alas!" than sayd good Adam Bell, 5
"That ever we were made men!
These gates be shut so wonderly wel,[L7]
That we may not come here in."
Then spake him Clym of the Clough,
"Wyth a wyle we wyl us in bryng; 10
Let us saye we be messengers,
Streyght comen from our king."[L12]
Adam said, "I have a letter written wel,
Now let us wysely werke;
We wyl saye we have the kinges seale,[L15] 15
I holde the portter no clerke."
Then Adam Bell bete on the gate,
With strokes great and strong;
The porter herde suche noyse therat,
And to the gate faste he throng.[L20] 20
"Who is there nowe," sayde the porter,
"That maketh all thys knocking?
"We be tow messengers," sayde Clim of the Clough,
"Be comen streyght from our kyng."[L24]
"We haue a letter," sayd Adam Bel, 25
"To the justice we must it bryng;[L26]
Let us in, our messag to do,
That we were agayne to our kyng."
"Here commeth no man in," sayd the porter,[L29]
"By hym that dyed on a tre,[L30] 30
Tyll a false thefe be hanged,
Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè."
Then spake the good yeman Clym of the Clough,
And swore by Mary fre,
"And if that we stande longe wythout, 35
Lyke a thefe hanged shalt thou be.
"Lo here we have the kynges seale;
What! lordeyne, art thou wode?"
The porter went it had ben so,
And lyghtly dyd of hys hode. 40
"Welcome be my lordes seale," he saide,
"For that ye shall come in:"
He opened the gate full shortlye,
An evyl openyng for him.
"Now are we in," sayde Adam Bell, 45
"Thereof we are full faine,
But Christ knoweth that harowed hell,[L47]
How we shall com out agayne."
"Had we the keys," said Clim of the Clough,
"Ryght wel then shoulde we spede;[L50] 50
Then might we come out wel ynough,
"When we se tyme and nede."
They called the porter to a counsell,[L53]
And wrange hys necke in two,
And caste him in a depe dongeòn, 55
And toke hys keys hym fro.
"Now am I porter," sayde Adam Bel,
"Se, brother, the keys haue we here;
The worst porter to merry Caerlel,
That ye had thys hundred yere. 60
"And now wyll we our bowes bend,
Into the towne wyll we go,
For to delyver our dere brother,
That lyveth in care and wo."
[And thereupon] they bent theyr bowes, 65
And loked theyr stringes were round;
The market place of mery Caerlel,[L67]
They beset in that stound.[L68]
And as they loked them besyde,
A paire of new galowes ther thei see,[L71] 70
And the justice with a quest of swerers,[L72]
That had judged Cloudeslè there hanged to be.
And Cloudeslè hymselfe lay redy in a carte,
Faste bounde both fote and hand,[L74]
And a stronge rop about hys necke, 75
All readye for to be hangde.[L76]
The justice called to him a ladde,
Cloudeslè [s] clothes should he have,
To take the measure of that good yeman,[L79]
And therafter to make hys grave. 80
"I have seen as great a mearveile," said Cloudesli,
"As betwyene thys and pryme,
He that maketh thys grave for me,
Himselfe may lye therin."
"Thou speakest proudli," saide the justice, 85
"I shall the hange with my hande:"
Full wel that herd hys brethren two,[L87]
There styll as they dyd stande.
Then Cloudeslè cast hys eyen asyde,[L89]
And saw hys to brethren stande,[L90] 90
At a corner of the market place,[L91]
With theyr good bows bent in ther hand.[L92]
"I se good comfort," sayd Cloudeslè,[L93]
"Yet hope I well to fare;[L94]
If I might haue my handes at wyll, 95
Ryght lytle wolde I care."
Then spake good Adam Bell,
To Clym of the Clough so free,
"Brother, se ye marke the justyce wel,
Lo yonder ye may him see. 100
"And at the shyrife shote I wyll,
Strongly with an arrowe kene;[L102]
A better shote in mery Caerlel
Thys seven yere was not sene."
They lowsed their arrowes both at once,[L105] 105
Of no man had they dread;
The one hyt the justice, the other the sheryfe,
That both theyr sides gan blede.[L108]
All men voyded, that them stode nye,
When the justice fell downe to the grounde, 110
And the sherife fell nyghe hym by,
Eyther had his deathes wounde.
All the citezens fast gan flye,
They durst no longer abyde;
Then lyghtly they loused Cloudeslè,[L115] 115
When he with ropes lay tyde.
Wyllyam sterte to an officer of the towne,
Hys axe out of hys hande he wronge,
On eche syde he smote them downe,
Hym thought he taryed all to long. 120
Wyllyam sayde to hys brethren two,[L121]
"Thys daye let us togyder lyve and dye;[L122]
If ever you have nede as I have now,
The same shall you fynde by me."
They shot so well in that tyde, 125
For theyr stringes were of silke full sure,
That they kept the stretes on every side:[L127]
That batayle dyd longe endure.
The[y] fought together as brethren tru,
Lyke hardy men and bolde; 130
Many a man to the ground they thrue,
And many a herte made colde.[L132]
But when their arrowes were all gon,
Men preced on them full fast;[L134]
They drew theyr swordes then anone, 135
And theyr bowes from them cast.
They went lyghtlye on theyr way,
Wyth swordes and buclers round;
By that it was the myddes of the day,[L139]
They had made mani a wound.[L140] 140
There was many an out-horne in Caerlel blowen,[L141]
And the belles bacward did they ryng;[L142]
Many a woman sayd alas,
And many theyr handes dyd wryng.
The mayre of Caerlel forth com was, 145
And with hym a ful great route;
These thre yemen dred him full sore,[L147]
For of theyr lyues they stode in great doute.
The mayre came armed a full great pace,
With a pollaxe in hys hande; 150
Many a strong man with him was,
There in that stowre to stande.
The mayre smot at Cloudeslè with his bil,
Hys bucler he brust in two;
Full many a yeman with great yll,[L155] 155
"Alas, treason!" they cryed for wo.
"Kepe we the gates fast" they bad,
"That these traytours thereout not go."
But al for nought was that they wrought,
For so fast they downe were layde,[L160] 160
Tyll they all thre, that so manfulli fought,
Were gotten without at a braide.[L162]
"Have here your keys," sayd Adam Bel,
"Myne office I here forsake;
Yf you do by my councèll, 165
A new porter do ye make."[L166]
He threw the keys there at theyr heads,[L167]
And bad them evell to thryve,
And all that letteth any good yeman
To come and comfort hys wyfe. 170
Thus be these good yemen gon to the wod,
As lyght as lefe on lynde;[L172]
They lough and be mery in theyr mode,
Theyr ennemyes were ferre behynd.
When they came to Englyshe wode, 175
Under the trysty tre,[L176]
There they found bowes full good,[L177]
And arrowes full great plentye.
"So God me help," sayd Adam Bell,
And Clym of the Clough so fre, 180
"I would we were nowe in mery Caerlel,[L181]
Before that fayre meyny."
They set them downe and made good chere,
And eate and drank full well:[L184]
Here is a fet of these wyght yong men, 185
And another I shall you tell.[L186]
7, wonderous. R. (RITSON.)
12, come nowe. R.
15, seales. R.
20, R. omits faste.
24, come ryght. R.
26, me.
29, none. R.
30, Be ... upon. R.
47, knows, R.
50, shaulde.
53, a, C. (COLLIER.)
67, in, R.
68, in, C.
70, they.
71, squyers, R.
74, bounde, C.
76, to hang, R.
79, good, C.
87, that, C.
89, Claudesle.
90, brethen; Copland omits stande.
91, marked.
92. Here the old edition adds,--
'Redy the justice for to chaunce', (chase, C.)
93, Copland omits good.
94, will.
102, an, C.
105, thre.
108, sedes.
115, then.
121, brethen.
122, togyder, C.
127, sede.
132, made many a herte.
134, on, C.
139, was myd, R.
140, had, C.
141, many, C.
142, they, C.
147, thre, C.
155, evyll, R.
160, to.
162, abraide, R.
166, we.
167, theyr keys at, R.
172, And lyghtly as, R.
[THE THIRD FIT.]
As they sat in Englyshe-wood,
Under theyr trysty tre,[L2]
Them thought they herd a woman wepe,[L3]
But her they mought not se.
Sore then syghed the fayre Alyce,
And sayde, "Alas that ever I sawe this daye!
For now is my dere husband slayne,
Alas and wel a way!
"Myght I have spoken wyth hys dere brethren,[L9]
Or with eyther of them twayne, 10
[To let them know what him befell][L11]
My hart were out of payne!"[L12]
Cloudeslè walked a lytle besyde,
And loked under the grenewood linde;
He was ware of hys wife and chyldren thre, 15
Full wo in hart and mynde.
"Welcome, wife," then sayde Wyllyam,
"Under this trysty tre;[L18]
I had wende yesterday, by swete saynt John,
Thou shulde me never have se."[L20] 20
"Now well is me," she sayde, "that ye be here,
My hart is out of wo:"
"Dame," he sayde, "be mery and glad,
And thank my brethren two."[L24]
"Hereof to speake," sayd Adam Bell, 25
"I-wis it is no bote;
The meat that we must supp withall
It runneth yet fast on fote."
Then went they down into a launde,
These noble archares all thre, 30
Eche of them slew a hart of greece,[L31]
The best they could there se.
"Have here the best, Alyce my wife,"
Sayde Wyllyam of Cloudeslè,
"By cause ye so bouldly stod by me, 35
When I was slayne full nye."
Then went they to supper,[L37]
Wyth suche meat as they had,
And thanked God of ther fortune;
They were both mery and glad. 40
And when they had supped well,
Certayne without any leace,
Cloudeslè sayd, "We wyll to our kyng,
To get us a charter of peace.
"Alyce shall be at sojournyng,[L45] 45
In a nunry here besyde;
My tow sonnes shall wyth her go,
And ther they shall abyde.
"Myne eldest son shall go wyth me,
For hym have I no care, 50
And he shall breng you worde agayn[L51]
How that we do fare."
Thus be these yemen to London gone,
As fast as they might hye,
Tyll they came to the kynges pallace, 55
Where they woulde nedes be.
And whan they came to the kynges courte,
Unto the pallace gate,
Of no man wold they aske no leave,
But boldly went in therat. 60