"Thou speakest proudly," said the justice,
"I shall thee hang with my hand:"
Full well that heard his brethren-two,
There still as they did stand.
Then Cloudeslè cast his eyen aside,
And saw his two brethren stand,
At a corner of the market place,
With their good bows bent in their hand.
quest, jury.
"I see good comfort," said Cloudeslè,