The brave Syr Charles hee dydd stande 355 For servynge loyally mye kynge, "Thou thynkest I shall die to-daie; I have beene dede 'till nowe, 360 66 Mye kynge most ryghtfullie. 'As longe as Edwarde rules thys land, Ne quiet you wylle knowe: Youre sonnes and husbandes shalle bee slayne And brookes wythe bloude shalle flowe. "You leave youre goode and lawfulle kynge, Whenne ynne adversitye; Lyke mee, untoe the true cause stycke, And soone shall lyve to weare a crowne 365 Thenne hee, wyth preestes, uponne hys For aie uponne my browe: 325 Whylst thou, perhapps, for som few knees, A pray 'r to Godde dydd make, Thenne, kneelynge downe, hee layd hys. Most seemlie onne the blocke; And oute the bloude beganne to flowe, Kynge Edwarde's soule rush'd to hys face, 375 And teares, enowe to wash 't awaie, Hee turn'd hys hedde awaie, 335 And to hys broder Gloucester1 Dydd flow fromme each mann's eyne. The bloudie axe hys bodie fayre And ey'rye parte, and eke hys hedde, One parte dydd rotte onne Kynwulph- One onne the mynster-tower, The crowen1 dydd devoure; 385 The other onne Seyncte Powle's goode gate, 390 A dreery spectacle; Hys hedde was plac'd onne the hyghe crosse, Ynne hyghe-streete most nobile. Thus was the ende of Bawdin's fate: And grante hee maye, wyth Bawdin's soule, Ynne heav'n Godd's mercie synge! 1 crows Waterre wytches, crownede wythe reytes,' Bere mee to yer leathalle2 tyde. I die! I comme! mie true love wayies. 60 Thos the damselle spake, and dyed. 5 10 15 lande drewe, flies, Hiltring attenes the sunnis fetyve 35 And the hot fierie smothe1 in the wide face,12 lowings 23 dies. Liste! now the thunder's rattling clymmynge2+ sound Cheves25 slowlie on, and then embollen 26 clangs, Shakes the hie spyre, and, losst, dispended, drown'd, Still on the gallard27 eare of terroure hanges; The windes are up, the lofty elmen swanges;28 appearance 2 beggarly; not like a gentleman 3 dress 4 brimful 5 beggar of alms 6 gloomy; dejected 10 chest coffin 13 grow 45 50 55 60 reine, This is no season almes and prayers to give. Mie porter never lets a faitour1 in; None touch mie rynge2 who not in honour live." And now the sonne with the blacke cloudes did stryve, And shettynge" on the grounde his glairie raie:* And his pencte gyrdle met with mickle 70 The Abbatte spurrde his steede, and eftshame," He aynewarde tolde his bederoll' at the same.8 The storme encreasen, and he drew aside With the mist almes-craver neere10 to the holme to bide. No house, ne friend, ne moneie in my pouche; All yatte20 I calle my owne is this my silver crouche. ''21 85 soones roadde awaie. Once moe the skie was blacke, the thounder rolde: Faste reyneynge oer the plaine a prieste was seen, Ne dighte full proude, ne buttoned up in golde; His cope and jape were graie, and eke were clene; A Limitoure he was of order seene." And from the pathwaie side then turnèd hee, Where the pore almer laie binethe the holmen tree. "An almes, sir priest!" the droppynge pilgrim sayde, "For sweete Seyncie Marie and your order sake. The Limitoure then loosen'd his pouche threade, And did thereoute a groates of silver take; The mister pilgrim dyd for halline10 shake. Here take this silver, it maie eathe11 thie care; We are Goddes stewards all, nete12 of oure owne we bare. But ah! unhailie13 pilgrim, lerne of 3 shooting 4 shining ray 5 dressed; adorned A short surplice. 7 as to his order, he a within a certain limited area 8 A small coin, worth four pence. 9 poor 10 joy 11 ease 12 naught 13 unhappy 14 scarcely 15 rental, rents account of 10 under-cloak |