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More Reliques of Rowleye 
Hafte thou yherde the battayles dinne, 
The brayinge wepones jarre, 
The huntynge hornes yatte bellowe nowe 
To drowne the fhreekes of warre ? 
Yherde the gray-wyngde arrowes hiffe, 
The arcublafters twange, 
The fhrylle javelyne whos whirrynge fpeede 
Strykes deepe the lethal fange ? 
The dying fteed yatte ftrugglynge ftownes - 
The trampelae warryerres yelle: 
So hafte thou herde the thriekes of ache 
’ Which rang mie trueloves knelle. 
An houre ygone the ayre was ftylle, 
And fyghte was loude ne mo: 
An houre ygone he fhuld have come 
~ To quelle mie foulis wo. 
Ah mote I hope he yette dothe lyve 
Bie guiltie honde unflayne 
Eene yif in eaftland far awaye 
_ He dragges the bondmans chayne. 
Ov fome thinne panzers fcalie maile 
Ile robbe the carraine feelde, 
A fetherie helme fhul hyde mie face, 
~ A fpeare mie honde fhul weelde, 
In evrie caftel-ftede Ile feeke, 
’ Thrugh evrie dongeon wynde, 
Ne prifon-doore fhul halde me backe 
Tille I'mie Renwal rynde. 
Renwal ? he iffe mie brodherre, mayde, 
' We foughte as feemes the brave. ; : 
Adowne his never flinchynge fyde , 
Ranne manie a roddie wave. 
Botte hundreds hight cen him to flee 
' He lyeth uponne the more. 
Ne coud I further beare his fteppe 
Hy fle woundes have bledde fo fore. 
Hyther I came to afken hylfe 
' And carrie to yon banke. 
The mayden gave a haitie kiffe, 
She could not fpeke a thanke— 
And flewe to where her Renwal lay 
To fhutte hiffe bleeding wound. 
She fond him pale, hiffe ghaftlie eyne 
Were fafte lyke one afwound. 
Renwal! wyth peercynge fcreme fhe calldes 
She callde botte callde in vayne. 
Then on hiffe lyfeleffe corfe fhe fonke : 
She fonke, nor rofe ayayne. 
Youre lovefycke ditties fynge hem not to mee; 
The ftriplynges and the weomen conne thilke geare. 
A finewie warrefong, or a laye of glee, 
Not teare-trappes doe befeeme the warryerres eare. 
) | {Rowene 
