Syr, we be out-lawes of the foreft Certayne withouten lease, And hether we be come to our kyng To get us a charter of peace. And whan they came before the kyng, The kneled downe without lettyng, The fayed, Lord, we befeche the here, That ye wyll graunt us grace, For we have flayne your fat falow dere In many a fondry place. What be your nams, then faid our king, Anone that you tell me? They fayd, Adam Bell, Clim of the Clough, 70 75 80 Be ye thofe theves, then fayd our kyng, 83 There they toke these good yemen, And arefted them all thre. So may I thryve, fayd Adam Bell, But, good lorde, we beseche you now, That yee graunt us grace, Infomuche as frelè to you we comen, As frelè fro you to passe, With fuch weapons, as we have here, We wyll aske you no grace. Ye speake proudly, fayd the kynge; Ye fhall be hanged all thre. That were great pitye, then fayd the quene, If any grace myght be. My lorde, whan I came fyrft into this lande To be your wedded wyfe, The fyrst boone that I wold afke, Ye would graunt it me belyfe: 95 100 105 110 And I never afked none tyll now Nowe Ver. 111. 119. bcwne. P.C. Nowe aske it, madam, fayd the kynge, 115 Then, good my lord, I you befeche, These yemen graunt ye me. Madame, ye myght have afked a boone, That fhuld have been worth them all three. 120 Ye myght have asked towres, and townes, Parkes and foreftes plentè. But none foe pleasant to my pay, fhee fayd, But good my lord, fpeke fom mery word, fe. That comfort they may Ver. 139. God a mereye. MS. 135 They They had not fetten but a whyle There came meffengers out of the north And whan the came before the kynge, How fareth my juftice, fayd the kyng, And my fherife alfo ? Who hath them flayne, fayd the kyng; Anone thou tell to me? Adam Bell, and Clime of the Clough, And Wyllyam of Cloudeflè. 140 145 150 Alas for rewth! then fayd our kynge; The kyng hee opened the letter anone, Himfelfe he red it tho, And founde how thefe outlawes had flain Fyrft the justice, and the fheryfe, 165 Of all the constables and catchipolles Alyve were fcant left one: The baylyes, and the bedyls both, And the fergeaunte of the law, And forty fofters of the fe, Thefe outlawes had yflaw: And broke his parks, and flayne his dere; Of all they chose the best; So perelous out-lawes, as they were, Walked not by eafte nor weft. When the kynge this letter had red, Take up the tables anone he bad, For I may eate no more. The kyng called hys beft archars I wyll fe these felowes fhote, he fayd, 170 175 180 The |