To mete gan they gone.

THE SYXTE FYTTE.

Lythe and lysten, gentylmen,

And herken unto your songe ;

How the proude sheryfe of Notyngham,

And men of armes stronge, {57}

Full faste came to the hye sheryfe,

The countre up to rout,

And they beset the knyghts castèll,

The walles all about.