28.
‘Yelde thee, Cloudesle,’ sayd the justise,
‘And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro.’
‘God’s curse on hys hart,’ sayd fair Alyce,
‘That my husband councelleth so.’
29.
29.3 ‘brenne,’ burn.
‘Set fyre on the house,’ saide the sherife,
‘Syth it wyll no better be,
And brenne we therin William,’ he saide,