CLIV
‘Now hastè the,’ then sayd the Kynge,
‘By hym that dyed on a tre,
But yf thou do not, as thou hest sayde,
Hangèd shall thou be.
CLV
‘An thou touche his head or gowne,
In syght that men may se,
By all the sayntes that be in heaven,
I shall hange you all thre!’
CLVI
‘That I have promised,’ said Wyllyam,
‘That I wyll never forsake.’
And there even before the Kynge
In the earth he drove a stake:
CLVII
And bound thereto his eldest sonne,
And bad hym stand styll thereat;
And turned the childè’s face him fro,
Because he should not start.
CLVIII
An apple upon his head he set,
And then his bowe he bent:
Syxe score paces they were out-met[705],
And thether Cloudesley went