XXXV
‘Leever had I,’ sayde Wyllyam,
‘With my sworde in the route to renne,
Then here among myne enemyes wode[667]
Thus cruelly to bren.’
XXXVI
He toke hys sword and hys buckler,
And among them all he ran,
Where the people were most in prece[668],
He smot downe many a man.
XXXVII
There myght no man abyde hys stroakes,
So fersly on them he ran:
Then they threw windowes and dores on him,
And so toke that good yemàn.
XXXVIII
There they hym bounde both hand and fote,
And in a deepe dungeon him cast:
‘Now Cloudesley,’ sayd the Justice,
‘Thou shalt be hangèd in hast.’
XXXIX
‘A payre of new gallowes,’ sayd the Sherife,
‘Now shal I for thee make;’
And the gates of Carleile shal be shutte:
No man shal come in therat.