For to your folk this mater is wnwiſt,
[660] And ye ar here our few for to reciſt
Ȝone power, and youre cuntre to defende;
Tharfor abid, and for your folk ye send,
That lyk a king and lyk a weriour
[664] Ye may ſuſten in armys your honoure.”
“Now,” quod the king, “no langer that I ȝeme
My crowne, my ſepture, nor my dyademe,
Frome that I here, ore frome I wnderſtand,
[668] That ther by fors be entrit in my land