So by their meanes I maried the mayde,
She Emma hight, the floure of Normandie,[1242]
Of whom I was so glad and wel apayde,
That al the world with my prosperitie
Could not compare: and in that iollitye
I did deuise by traynes of secrete treason,
To bring the Danes to death, in a good season.
15.
I did a feast through al my realme proclame,
At which both Danes and Englishmen did meete,