Then came a bearne, besyde the tente,
An Englisheman was hee;
'Twas not long since from the Englishe hoste,
That traiterous wighte dyd flee.
"Nowe tell mee yon hostes," the kyng hee cry'd,
"And thou shalte have golde and fee—
And whoo is yon chiefe that rydes along
With hys lockes soe aged greye?"
"Oh that is Walter de Gaunte[3] you see,
And hee hath beene greye full long,