[1556] Galiot, whilk bad ws ſay he wende,
That of this world the vorthieſt king wor ȝhe,
Greteſt of men and of awtoritee.
Galiot wonders at the feebleness of Arthur’s folk,
Wharof he has gret wonder that ȝhe ar
[1560] So feble cummyne In to his contrare,
For to defend your cuntre and your londe,
And knowith well ȝhe may hyme nocht withſtonde.
Wharfor he thinkith no worſchip to conquere,
[1564] Nore in the weris more to perſyuere;