Men of armys, by ſtrenth of vyolens,
He refuses to wait longer than till the morrow.
If that I mak abid or reſydens
In to o place langar than o nycht,
[672] For to defend my cuntre and my rycht.”
[Fol. 9 b.]
The king that day his meſage haith furth sent
Throuch al his realme, and ſyne to reſt is went.
Up goith the morow, wp goith the brycht day,
[676] Wp goith the sone in to his freſh aray;