More Reliques of Rowley. 657 
Nethe a roofe ov refhynge fperes, 
Twene the walles of joygned fheeldes, 
“Tewkes fhape ov harowe peres, 
Hie a torchie glede he weeldes. 
His the maille yatte fheenes afarre, 
His the bloodie ftompe yatte waves, 
He yatte calles the maydes ov warre, 
And thembollen burlie braves. 
Syfterres fkymme the fkyie pleyne, 
Ore the tyde ov warfare lore, 
Dyppe the nette yatre takes the fleyne, 
Drente youre hondes in fmeethyng gore. 
Ore the ftorme ov battayle broode, 
Chefyng tenne ov Brydyan ftem, 
Chefyng one ov Ingiyth bloode, 
Onelie fo we wynne ov them, 
Rowene. Wher is mie fadherre ? I do miffe his fyghte.__ 
Skald. Thro woodes oy foen his pathe ov dethe he hewes, 
And to the hyllocke he doth wend aryghte, 
Where he the champyones pryde prynce Arthurre vewes>- 
Ov Brydyanes defteft inne the warlyche thewes. 
Rowene. They meete: their fwerdis ftrakes do kindle fyre— 
The fallyng ov the brave mie bofom rewes— _ 
The warre aboute doth hofhe hem to admyre. 
Skald, Wych threfhers fwyfte theie{myte ; fheeldes grone; mailles rente ; 
heilmes fhyre. basi 
The Skaldes Nowe the funne ov fyghte is ferfe 
fyng. Cloudes ov urrowes mylte awaye 
. Sloughterre fro hys feythedde herfe ; 
Doth inne bloodde hys lymbes embaye. - 
Sheeldes ydintedde helmes yntwayne 
To the {wayand falchones ryng. 
Shyverde armure paes the playne: 
Farre the fteelie culpones {pryng. 
Souke the draughte of nobyl woode. 
Cutte and flafhe and hewe and hacke. 
Shul the eyarne myffe hys foode, 
Or her feefte the wolfyn lacke} 
Hys whos wearie fheeld ys foopyng 
Twarte hys throte with yren dethe. 
Hym whos wearie knee ys droopyng 
Ikeve wyth fcorneful tredde ov brethe. 
Skald. The {cythed waynes do trouble in the ferne 
And on the playne on wheeles ov thoner flye. 
Rowene. Wyth clemmyng dofte the fweltrynge feelde is derne. 
Skald. They feere yatte Arthurre bie dhie fader dye, 
And forth to waxe the hidous meifley hye. 
Rowene. Attenes the Bcydyanes twynne ; attenes theie powre 
Amydde oure bandes ; and rattle mightilie. 
Skaéd, O Lokke! the Inglyfh torne— 
Rowene. Ah fatale ftowre ¢ 
Skaid. Attenes forwelkes the wrethe ov flow-yfoughten glowre. 
Rowerne. 
