"Wash, fellows, and to meat go ye."
They had not setten but a while,
Certain without leasing,
There came messengers out of the north,
With letters to our king.
And when they came before the king,
They kneeled down upon their knee,
And said, "Lord, your officers greet you well,
Of Carlisle in the north countrè."
"How fares my justice," said the king,