Go into my chambre, my husband,’ she sayd,
‘Swete Wyllyam of Cloudesle.’
24
He toke hys sweard and hys bucler,
Hys bow and hy chyldren thre,
And wente into hys strongest chamber,
Where he thought surest to be.
25
Fayre Alice folowed him as a louer true,
With a pollaxe in her hande: