‘Thou speakest proudlye,’ said the justice,
‘I shall hange thee with my hande.’
Full wel that herd his brethren two
There styl as they dyd stande.
74.
Then Cloudesle cast his eyen asyde,
And saw hys brethren stande
At a corner of the market place,
With theyr good bowes bent in theyr hand,
Redy the justyce for to chase.