ee Reliques of Rowley. 
Now ftye we walfome to the playne benethe, 
Lyche ftrage of hayle fro {wartie thoner cloude. 
Falle theye lyche foreftleves and fallyng blethe, 
And dethes merke nyghte their dimmed eyne befhroude. 
Byforne the wickergate theire fowghles fhul croude ; 
Their paineful paffage thiverye blaftes conftrayne = 
Delyghted clembe the are oure {pryghties proude, 
Wher Wodens fheenie halles hem entretayne. 
Onn foldyerres. 
Soldyerres paff- 
ba ea ~ Leade us onn to wynne or falle we're fayne. 
gift with bem. 
Rowene kneel- Bence from Walhalle, ye goddes ov warrie ftowre, 
INC» And throwe your fheeldes byforne mie fadherres brefte. 
Speede his fwyfte javelynes with youre added powre, 
Wyth dauntyngneffe becrowne his noddynge crefte. 
Eke, the cheefe Woden, for us this daye ov perylle wrefte, - 
Skald. Leefte dhie firfte altares on this thore ybilt 
Bie the vylde fete ov Chryftyanes be downprefte. 
Their partyng lives bethridde the gorie hilt. 
Inne fmethynge puddles {wymme oure foemens bloodde yfpilt. 
The Skaldes Whan the thonercloude unrolles 
Ange. Sone ytte decketh hydes ov londe, 
Dethe withynne the hollowe ftrolles 
Levynbrondes emblaze hys honde. 
So the hofte ov warre doth fpredde— 
See ytte trongs the gleemyng meede— 
Tewkes inne the rankes doth tredde 
Whets his Jaunce and blowes his glede. 
Sone the wolfe fhul fynde his foode 
Lo he lyckes his hungerd jawes, 
Sone the raven hoppes in bloode 
Ore the lychename fone he cawes. 
Rowene. Watte dreriment fhul fyrke theire meetynge fhocke. 
Wher is myne eme ? Him do I fee ne mo— 
Skald, Stoopynge to fhoulder onn yatte heavie rocke— 
Lo {meethynge-fwyfte ytte downe the hylle doth go 
Rolles and ycrofhen hath a Brydyan fo. 
Kowene. Wye doth mie herte wyth foddeyne pitie yerne 
For hys poore fingle happe and mylte alle fo 
Whan I the falle ov hunderdes fhul difcerne 
Wyth wecker dole? See ther who glemeth inne the ferne 
Ydyghte in plumie cafque and amelde theelde, 
Arthurre ? 
Skald. The fylve, our foemens bofteful queme : 
Lyche the pavone ymeng the fowles afeelde 
He prankes inne gorgeous pageauntrie fopreme. 
Rowene. And wher is Wortigerne ? 
Skald. His wayne doth beme 
Ore the y{cythedde charrettes emboflite yond. 
Hys mylkewhyte fteedes doen champe the bytte for breme 
Shake theire proude neckes yernynge to be unbond 
And {noffe the comynge warre and pawe the brayinge grond. 
Rowenes The fnowie federres, targes lavde with golde, 
“And brafhe trappynges yatte cur foen bedyghte, 
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