Thus, in a rowe, of martchauntes a grete route 120
Suwed to Fortune that she wold be theyre frynde:
They thronge in fast, and flocked her aboute;
And I with them prayed her to haue in mynde.
She promysed to vs all she wolde be kynde:
Of Bowge of Court she asketh what we wold haue;
And we asked Fauoure, and Fauour she vs gaue.
Thus endeth the Prologue; and begynneth the Bowge of Courte breuely compyled.[266]
DREDE.
The sayle is vp, Fortune ruleth our helme,