More Reliques of Rowley. 61g 
(Rowene goeth Now hynce. The king of Brydaine draweth neare; 
with the Skalds.) For herke ycorven flughornes fille the {kie 
With rollynge fownes of greetynge. Moche I feare 
I have been rafhe. The confeils of the flie 
Theirefylves aleyne han wytte to fpeeden deyntilic. 
Wortigerne. The meffage thou didft fende miffeemes thee, chief, 
To Brydaine’s king lefs haughtie wyfe ware dewe. 
Botte thatte dhie yeelded hylfe doth make dhee lief 
Ta mie mofte thankefulle herte, I fchulde efchewe 
To heede dhie calle. 
Hengift. So torne thee backe, enmewe 
Dhie fulleynneffe ayeyne : botte erfte beware— 
: Sita ® ° . 
Wortigerne. This is beyonde mie patience. 
Hengift. He maye chewe 
The cudde ov fcorne, who loathes the {werde to bare ; 
Ne heaves the icie fea, tho unweeres brafte in are. 
Wortigerne. Am 1 foe— 
Rengif?. Peace awhyle: for thiffe I fente 
Yatte thou and alle dhie recreant folke fhuld knowe . i 
We will han londe. Oure time for you yfpent 
Oure bloodde yatte, you to fpare, in fyghte didde flowa 
We are not hither come—awaie to throwe. 
Ts toyle a feafte; 1s warre a merrie-make; 
Yatte we fhuld guerdonleffe oure ftryngthe beftowe, 
And oy the londe we favde ne hyde partake ? 
Thou hafte yfworne to yive—yeve then for Goddis fake. 
Wortigerne. Itte was not on a relique yatte I fware. 
Hengiff. 1s thifle youre Chryftyan faie, youre halie trouthe > 
Liefer the levyn fhuld mine eyeballes fare, 
And {mattrynge thoner crofhe me fonder routhe, 
Than I be bolde to {ware the worde unfouthe. 
Wortigerne. Miefylfe to yeelde thee gron am not unfaine : a 
The nobyies and the folke with thretes unfmouthe 
TItte to withhalde unyerne do me conftraine. 
Saye wilt thou golde in lieu fo fhult thou mo obtaine. 
Hengif. ‘The boone thou fafelie never fhult withholde. 
Forfothe too long we lacke a fteadie hame 
We will han londe, or dethe—dethe dearelie folde. 
Yet heare: I will forgo mie righteous grame, 
Nor fro thie dome withdrawne onefurlong clame, 
Yif thou the queene forfende, and wedde mie chylde. 
Let Arthur faie thee nay : we fhul berame 
His froward {pryte; thie wanynge mighte uphylde, 
And wacheful fyrke dhie trone, as drakes ycharmed gylde. 
Wortigerne. Thou doft recalle toforne mie joyinge eyne 
he: The halle of pleafaunce yatte mie hope hadde byit; 
Botte vainelye didde I weene yatte Cluthalyne 
Longed with halie teene affoile the gyle 
On humane weed bie the firfte man y{pylt. 
Hengifi. Foole maie fhe not be walfomelie y{perrde ? 
Wortigerne. Erelong her covent-walles fhuld feeme engylt 
Wyth lemes of hevenlie lyghte ; the aifles be herrde 
To fowne with aungel-harpes, with firayinge feynktes be cherrde. 
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