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There was many an out horne in Carliel blowen,
And the belles bacward dyd ryng, Many a woman fayde, Alas!
And many theyr handes dyd wryng.
of Carleile forth was com, Wyth hym a ful great route: These yemen dred hym full fore,
Of theyr lyves they stode in doute.
The mayre came armed a full great pace,
With a pollaxe in hys hande; Many a strong man wyth him was,
There in that stowre to stande.
The mayre smot at Cloudellè with his bil,
Hys bucler he braft in two,
Alas! they cryed for wo.
That these traytours therout not go.
But al for nought was that the wrought,
For so fast they downe were layde,
Were gotten without, abraide.
Have here your keys, fayd Adam Bel,
Myne office I here forsake,
And yf you do by my counsell
A new porter do ye make.
He threw theyr keys at theyr heads,
And bad them well to thryve, And all that letteth any good yeman
To come and comfort his wyfe.
Thus be these good yemen gon to the wod,
And lyghtly, as lefe on lynde,
Theyr foes were ferr behynd.
And when they came to Englyshe wode,
Under the trusty tre,
And arrowes full great plentye.
So God me help, fayd Adam Bell,
And Clym of the Clough so fre, I would we were in mery Carleile,
Before that fayre meynè.
They set them downe, and made good chere,
And eate and dranke full well.
Another I wyll you tell.
V'er, 19. I had wende. P.G. Per. 20. never had se. P.C.
PART THE THIRD.
S they fat in Englyshe wood,
Under the green-wode tre,
But her they mought not fe.
Sore then fyghed the fayre Alyce :
That ever I sawe thys day! For nowe is my
dere husband slayne: Alas! and wel-a-way !
Myght I have spoke with hys dere brethren,
Or with eyther of them twayne, To shew to them what him befell,
My hart were out of payne:
Cloudellè walked a lytle beside,
Lookt under the grene wood linde,
Full wo in harte and mynde.
Welcome, wyfe, then fayde Wyllyam,
Under this trusti tre :
Thou Shulde me never have se.
« Now well is me that ye be here,
My harte is out of wo.”
And thanke my brethren two.
Herof to speake, said Adam Bell,
I-wis it is no bote :
It runneth yet fast on fote,
Then went they downe into a launde,
These noble archares thre;
The best that they cold se,
Have here the best, Alyce my wyfe,
Sayde Wyllyam of Cloudellye ; By cause ye so bouldly stode by me
When I was llayne full nye.
Then went they to suppère
Wyth suche meate as they had, And thanked God of ther fortune :
They were both mery and glad.
And when they had fupped well,
Certayne wythouten lease,
To get us a charter of peace.
Alyce Thal be at our sojournyng
In a nunery here befyde,
And there they shall abyde.
Myne eldest fon shall go wyth me,
For hym have I no care : And he shall breng you worde
agayn, How that we do fare.
Thus be these yemen to London gone,
As fast as they myght he,
Where they woulde nedes be.
And whan they came to the kyngès courte,
Unto the pallace gate,
But boldly went in therat.
They preced prestly into the hall,
Of no man had they dreade:
And with them gan to chyde.
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