CIX
‘Alyce shal be at sojournyng
In a nunnery here besyde;
My tow[690] sonnes shall wyth her go,
And there they shall abyde.
CX
‘My eldest son shall go wyth me;
For hym have I no care:
And he shall bring you worde agayn,
How that we do fare.’
CXI
Thus be these wightmen[691] to London gone
As fast as they myght hye,
Tyll they came to the Kynge’s pallàce,
Where they woulde needès be.
CXII
And whan they came to the Kynge’s courte,
Unto the pallace gate,
Of no man wold they aske no leave,
But boldly went in therat.
CXIII
They presyd prestly[692] into the hall,
Of no man had they dreade:
The porter came after, and dyd them call,
And with them began to chyde.