Leroyse rose vp anoneAleroys
And to the kinge þan ga he speke1700
And saide “what thinke ye, sir, to done?”—
“Dresse the forth witħ he eke!”
Iron of Brabane spake an wordeand Miron of Brabant.
And saide “Sir, thou maiste do þy wille.1704
Knowist thou not that cruel lorde,
How he wole thy Barons spille?”—
“Trusse the forth eke, sir Dasaberde,
Or I shalle the sone make!1708
For of all thinge thou arte aferde,
Yet arte tho neyther hurte ner take.”
Isshope Turpy kneled adowBishop Turpin kneels
And saide “lege lorde, mercy!”[1712]down to implore the
The kinge him swore by seynt Symo:king’s mercy, but he
“Thou goist eke, make the in hast redye!”must go too,
Ernarde of Spruwse, þat worthy knygħt,as well as Bernard of
Saide “sir, avyse yobette,1716Spruwse
Set not of youre Barons so ligħt,

[‹p050›] THE SOUDAN ASSEMBLES HIS COUNCIL.

Thou maiste haue nede to he yette.”—
“Thou shalte goo eke for alle thy boost,
Haue done and make the fast yare!1720
Of my nede gyfe thono coost,
Ther-of haue thou right no care!”
Rye of Mounteȝ, þat marqwyȝ bolde,and Brier of
Was not aferde to him to speke.1724Mountdidier.
To the kinge sharply he tolde,