Mare Reliques of Rowley. 659 
Brydythe wepens, fatherre, yeve 
Theye fhul fpangle dhie aboden : 
Eche fhul hyde hem inn hys greve 
. Woden, fheeldes of Brydyanes, Woden. 
Lette the Chryftyane goddes avaunce 
Seylynge inne embattelde hoftes, 
Seynktes maie couche the airie launce, 
Theires the feeble arme ov goftes. 
Woden, fnatche the charmed roode 
Woden, Chryftyane banneres, Woden. 
Father Woden, Chryftyane bloode, 
Woden, Chryftyane vyétymmes, Woden. 
Lette theire aungelles hove in are 
Sweepe the fkyen with fwerdes ov flame, 
Sone theie pale the ydel glare 
Sone theie fhrynke atte Wodens name. 
Woden, fMatche the charmed roode 
-Wooden, Chryftyane banneres, Woden. 
Father Woden, Chryftyane bloode 
: Woden, Chryftyane vy&tymmes, Woden. 
Shalde Bee fee the waynes do ftertle on the fiones, 
And meynie tomblen ferefullie adowne, 
The lyve flefhe rendeth fro the ryders fore 
And lymbes to-torne doe quyverre on the growne, 
The {queezed helmes doe pynche the owners crowne, 
He grynneth ugfomelie with knytted jawe, 
Hys yelle ov wo the hurlie maie ne drowne. 
Rowene fyt- 
teth downe Ah hyde the ghaftlie fyghte: ytte dothe adawe 
Hie ber Mie freezynge fowghle : tharpe panges mie bleethynge bofom gnawe. 
Fike. 
skéald. The carre ov Wortigerne doth rofie ameyne 
Along the flope, and ftrevers fence ytte rounde ¢ 
Horfa hath hent a recer bie the reyne 
And in bys gutte ymade amyghtie wounde ; 
With bulkie throbbes the gore doth welle arounde 
Emporpelynge alle his my!kwhyte flank fo fayre ; 
Lyche as the evenyng fonne on fnowie grounde 
eDothe ftayne the hylles aboute wyth roddie glayre, 
Or lemes ov northerne fheene yatte bluthe the moonlyghte ayre; 
Joye! joye! the wayne doth blinne: the ftrevers flee ; 
Thie fadher cometh! Wortigerne is owre ! 
Hys pycked band the bolder Saxens flee. 
New Brydyanes fro the nighbar battle powre 
To fave theire kyng, and {pare ther thretend glowre: 
One hand doth grype and tugge the kynglie wayne 
While thother never-raftyng ftrakes doth fhowre. 
Rowené. J weene they fone fhul wrench the trone in twayne. 
Skald. We haile the bleft forebode. Hurrah. The kyng is flayne, 
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The redcroffe flagges do bate their {wannie wynges. 
The foemen twynne, and fcamper as theye maye ; 
More than one runnard the kervde theelde downfly nges 
Rowene. Arthur the lurger meynie leades awaye. 
5 Skald, 
