CXLIX
‘I hold him an archar,’ said Cloudesley,
‘That yonder wande cleveth in two,’—
‘Here is none suche,’ sayd the Kynge,
‘Nor no man can so do.’
CL
‘I shall assaye, syr,’ sayd Cloudesley,
‘Or that I farther go.’
Cloudesley with a bearing arowe[704]
Clave the wand in two.
CLI
‘Thou art the best archer,’ then said the Kynge,
‘Forsothe that ever I se.’—
‘And yet for your love,’ sayd Wyllyam,
‘I wyll do more maystery.
CLII
‘I have a sonne is seven yere olde,
He is to me full deare;
I wyll hym tye unto a stake:
All shall se, that be here;
CLIII
‘And lay an apple upon hys head,
And go syxe score paces hym fro,
And I my selfe with a brode arow
Shall cleve the apple in two.’