6 $2 _ More Reliques of Rowky. 
Yette who yatte hopes the garbe ov prayfe to dyghte 
On hylfeleffe herawde dares his agrame wreke, 
Or fynde his vantage ov thunwepend wyghte, 
Yaite for the rede of publyke trouthe to fpeke 
My theedynge nought his foemens bowre doth {eke. 
Flengif?. - Hiffe halie foreworde plyghted with 2 fware 
Dhie kyng of lefings guiltilie doth breke. 
Herawde.- Didde Brydaine therefor trofte him widh her gare 
Yatte he fhuld wylle ber bane ? He hadde ne ryghte to fware. 
Hengift. Wer bane? and have we not ywroughte her hele 
‘To-fmatht the forged fetterres ov her foen : 
And nill we rothe ayen the dark-blewe flele 
‘To fperfe the hovynge meinie of her woen, 
And to the Pikkes ayen oure ftrynythe oppone? = 
Herawde. Yatte theie or ye do cantle out our fheeres 
And overcrawe the reaume mefemeth one. 
Hengif?. Didde he mie doughterre wedde—thefe thornie breeres 
-Shuld gree with bloomie twifte and foemen torne to feeres, 
Herawde. Dyvowrce oure Chryftyane lawes doen ewbrice calle. 
Hengifi. Yette are youre Chryftyane kynges full ofte yfeene 
From wedlockes chayne theirfylves to difenthralle, 
Nathleffe theire vaunted faye and pyous weene. 
Herawde. Hem had ittes halie tole botte half ywreene. 
Eengift. 'Thilke fuperhatie rede F maye not heare: 
. he honeyde tyngue, depeynkted femlikeene 
Welhalles fers goddes fhul fcornefollie befmeare, 
And gird theire fonnes wich myghte fyke faitours to forteare. 
Herawde. Dhie vayne imagynde goddes we do not heede. 
Oure countries gare ifie aye the gare ov ryghte. 
And he yatte on ye winges ov ftormes doth {peede 
His heavid heled with exceffe ov lyghte 
From his hie trone fhul warde us with his myghte. 
Eengift. The chaullenge | admytte : fo fhul we lerne 
W'yche godde ev twaine is moit the god ov fyghte. 
Sone ftie we downe the dale., 
Ferawde. TJe meete thee yerne 
Athwarte the flaughter-feelde mie pathe was never derne- 
Hengifi. Plyghte we in hornes ov ale the fware to meete. 
Yif dhou be freendlie to the lethale fraie 
“hro wooddes of dedde Ile hewe micfylfe a ftreete: 
"Fo come at dhee. 
Herawde. Bryng forthe thine ale, I praie. 
Moft willinglie I plyghte mie knygbtlie fai 
To feeke dhee in the fqueezedde rankes from farre.. 
Flengift. RKowene we nede to quaffe. 
Herawde. Botte put awaie 
Dhie hate ov fowehle ; né neede the hond of warre 
Trew treendfheps bonde to knytte fhuld aie biave men debarre- 
‘Rowene bring- Warte hevenlie beautie doth ytroned fyrte 
beer ee) On her faire browe and aungel-femiikeene : 
Rode druerie wyth her wimple decketh ytte, 
Not to forhele bette fwoter to bewreene. 
Ah. 
