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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudesly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Part the First</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mery it was in the grene forest<br>Amonge the leves grene,<br>Wheras men hunt east and west,<br>Wyth bowes and arrowes kene,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To ryse the dere out of theyr denne,<br>Suche sightes hath ofte bene sene,<br>As by thre yemen of the north countrey,<br>By them it is I meane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The one of them hight Adam Bel,<br>The other Clym of the Clough,<br>The thyrd was William of Cloudesly, <br>An archer good ynough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were outlawed for venyson,<br>These yemen everychone;<br>They swore them brethren upon a day,<br>To Englyshe-wood for to gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now lith and lysten, gentylmen, <br>That of myrthes loveth to here:<br>Two of them were single men,<br>The third had a wedded fere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wyllyam was the wedded man,<br>Muche more then was hys care:<br>He sayde to hys brethren upon a day,<br>To Carleile he would fare,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to speke with fayre Alyce his wife,<br>And with hys chyldren thre.<br>'By my trouth,' sayde Adam Bel,<br>'Not by the counsell of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For if ye go to Carleile, brother,<br>And from thys wylde wode wende,<br>If the justice may you take,<br>Your lyfe were at an ende.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If that I come not to-morrowe, brother,<br>By pryme to you agayne,<br>Truste you then that I am 'taken,'<br>Or else that I am slayne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He toke hys leave of hys brethren two, <br>And to Carleile he is gon;<br>There he knocked at hys owne windowe,<br>Shortlye and anone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wher be you, fayre Alyce,' he sayd,<br>'My wife and chyldren thre?<br>Lyghtly let in thyne owne husbande,<br>Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas!' then sayde fayre Alyce,<br>And syghed wonderous sore,<br>'Thys place hath been besette for you, <br>Thys halfe yere and more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now am I here,' sayde Cloudesle,<br>'I would that in I were:<br>Now fetche us meate and drynke ynoughe,<br>And lets make good chere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She fetched hym meate and drynke plentye,<br>Lyke a true wedded wyfe,<br>And pleased hym wyth that she had,<br>Whome she loved as her lyfe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There lay an old wyfe in that place,<br>A lytle besyde the fyre,<br>Whych Wyllyam had found, of charytye,<br>More than seven yere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up she rose and forth she goes,<br>Evill mote she speede therfore,<br>For she had sett no fote on ground<br>In seven yere before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She went unto the justice-hall,<br>As fast as she could hye:<br>'Thys night,' shee sayd, 'is come to town<br>Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thereof the justice was full fayne,<br>And so was the shirife also;<br>'Thou shalt not trauaile hether, dame, for nought,<br>Thy meed thou shalt have ore thou go.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave to her a ryght good goune<br>Of scarlate, 'and of graine:'<br>She toke the gyft and home she wente,<br>And couched her doune agayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rysed the towne of mery Carleile<br>In all the haste they can,<br>And came thronging to Wyllyames house,<br>As fast as they might gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There they besette that good yeman,<br>Round about on every syde,<br>Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes,<br>That thither-ward fast hyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alyce opened a back-wyndow, <br>And loked all aboute,<br>She was ware of the justice and shirife bothe,<br>Wyth a full great route.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas! treason,' cryed Alyce,<br>'Ever wo may thou be!<br>Goe into my chamber, husband,' she sayd,<br>'Swete Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He toke hys sweard and hys bucler,<br>Hys bow and hys chyldren thre,<br>And wente into hys strongest chamber,<br>Where he thought the surest to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fayre Alyce, like a lover true,<br>Took a pollaxe in her hande:<br>Said, 'He shal dye that cometh in<br>Thys dore, whyle I may stand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloudesle bente a right good bowe,<br>That was of a trusty tre,<br>He smot the justise on the brest,<br>That hys arowe brest in thre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''A' curse on his harte,' saide William,<br>'Thys day thy cote dyd on;<br>If it had ben no better then meyne,<br>It had gone nere thy bone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yelde the, Cloudesle,' sayd the justise,<br>'And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro.'<br>''A' curse on hys hart,' sayd fair Alyce,<br>'That my husband councelleth so.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Set fyre on the house,' saide the sherife,<br>'Syth it wyll no better be,<br>And brenne we therin William,' he saide,<br>'Hys wyfe and chyldren thre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They fyred the house in many a place,<br>The fyre flew up on hye;<br>'Alas!' then cryed fayre Alice,<br>'I se we here shall dy.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">William openyd a backe wyndow,<br>That was in hys chamber hye,<br>And there with sheetes he did let downe<br>His wyfe and chyldren thre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Have here my treasure,' sayde William,<br>'My wyfe and my chyldren thre,<br>For Christes love do them no harme,<br>But wreke you all on me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wyllyam shot so wondrous well,<br>Tyll hys arrowes were all agoe,<br>And the fyre so fast upon hym fell,<br>That hys bowstryng brent in two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sparkles brent and fell upon<br>Good Wyllyam of Cloudesle;<br>Than was he a wofull man, and sayde,<br>'This is a cowardes death to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lever had I,' sayde Wyllyam,<br>'With my sworde in the route to renne,<br>Then here among myne enemyes wode,<br>Thus cruelly to bren.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He toke hys sweard and hys buckler,<br>And among them all he ran;<br>Where the people were most in prece,<br>He smot downe many a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There myght no man abyde hys stroke,<br>So fersly on them he ran;<br>Then they threw wyndowes and dores on him,<br>And so toke that good yeman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There they hym bounde both hand and fote,<br>And in depe dungeon hym cast;<br>'Now Cloudesle,' sayd the justice,<br>'Thou shalt be hanged in hast.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''A payre of new gallowes,'' sayd the sherife,<br>''Now shal I for the make;'<br>And the gates of Carleil shal be shutte:<br>No man shal come in therat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then shall not helpe Clym of the Cloughe,<br>Nor yet shall Adam Bell,<br>Though they came with a thousand mo,<br>Nor all the devels in hell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early in the mornynge the justice uprose,<br>To the gates first gan he gon,<br>And commaunded to be shut full close<br>Lightile everychone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then went he to the market place,<br>As fast as he coulde hye;<br>A payre of new gallowes there he set up<br>Besyde the pyllorye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lytle boy 'amonge them asked,'<br>'What meaneth that gallow-tre?'<br>They sayde 'to hange a good yeman,<br>Called Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That lytle boye was the towne swyne-heard,<br>And kept fayre Alyces swyne;<br>Oft he had seene William in the wodde,<br>And geuen hym there to dyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went out att a crevis in the wall,<br>And lightly to the woode dyd gone;<br>There met he with these wightye yemen<br>Shortly and anone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas!' then sayde that lytle boye,<br>'Ye tary here all to longe;<br>Cloudesle is taken and dampned to death,<br>All readye for to honge.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas!' then sayd good Adam Bell,<br>'That ever we see thys daye!<br>He had better with us have taryed,<br>So ofte as we dyd hym praye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He myght have dwelt in grene foreste,<br>Under the shadowes grene,<br>And have kepte both hym and us in reste,<br>Out of trouble and teene.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adam bent a ryght good bow,<br>A great hart sone hee had slayne;<br>'Take that, chylde,' he sayed, 'to thy dynner,<br>And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now go we hence,' sayd these wightye yeomen,<br>'Tary we no lenger here;<br>We shall hym borowe, by God his grace,<br>Though we bye it full dere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Caereil wente these good yemen,<br>All in a mornyng of Maye.<br>Here is a Fyt of Cloudeslye,<br>And another is for to saye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Part the Second</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And when they came to mery Carleile,<br>All in 'the' mornynge tyde,<br>They founde the gates shut them untyll<br>About on every syde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas!' then sayd good Adam Bell,<br>'That ever we were made men!<br>These gates be shut so wonderous fast,<br>We may not come therein.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bespake him Clym of the Clough,<br>'Wyth a wyle we wyl us in bryng;<br>Let us saye we be messengers,<br>Streyght come nowe from our king.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adam said, 'I have a letter written,<br>Now let us wysely werke,<br>We wyl saye we have the kynges seale;<br>I holde the porter no clerke.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Adam Bell bete on the gate,<br>With strokes great and stronge;<br>The porter marveiled who was therat,<br>And to the gate he throng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Who is there nowe,' sayd the porter<br>'That maketh all thys knockinge?'<br>'We be tow messengers,' quoth Clim of the Clough,<br>'Be come ryght from our kyng.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We have a letter,' sayd Adam Bel,<br>'To the justice we must it bryng;<br>Let us in, our message to do,<br>That we were agayne to the kyng.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here commeth none in,' sayd the porter,<br>'By Hym that dyed on a tre,<br>Tyll a false thefe be hanged up, <br>Called Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spake the good yeman Clym of the Clough,<br>And swore by Mary fre,<br>'And if that we stande long wythout,<br>Lyke a thefe hanged thou shalt be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lo! here we have the kynges seale;<br>What, lurden, art thou wode?'<br>The porter went it had ben so,<br>And lyghtly dyd off hys hode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Welcome be my lordes seale,' he saide;<br>'For that ye shall come in.'<br>He opened the gate full shortlye,<br>And euyl openyng for him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now are we in,' sayde Adam Bell,<br>'Whereof we are full faine,<br>But Christ he knowes, that harowed hell,<br>How we shall com out agayne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Had we the keys,' said Clim of the Clough,<br>'Ryght wel then shoulde we spede;<br>Then might we come out wel ynough<br>When we se tyme and nede.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They called the porter to counsell,<br>And wrange hys necke in two,<br>And caste hym in a depe dongeon,<br>And toke hys keys hym fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now am I porter,' sayd Adam Bel,<br>'Se, brother, the keys are here;<br>The worst porter to merry Carleile,<br>That ye had thys hundred yere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And now wyll we our bowes bend,<br>Into the towne wyll we go,<br>For to delyuer our dere brother,<br>That lyeth in care and wo.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they bent theyr good ewe bowes,<br>And loked theyr stringes were round;<br>The markett place in mery Carleile<br>They beset in that stound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as they loked them besyde,<br>A paire of new galowes 'they' see,<br>And the justice with a quest of squyers,<br>Had judged William hanged to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Cloudesle lay redy there in a carte,<br>Fast bound both fote and hande,<br>And a stronge rop about hys necke,<br>All readye for to hange.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The justice called to him a ladde,<br>Cloudesles clothes hee shold have,<br>To take the measure of that yeman,<br>Thereafter to make hys grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have sene as great mervaile,' saild Cloudesle,<br>'As betweyne thys and pryme,<br>He that maketh a grave for me,<br>Hymselfe may lye therin.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou speakest proudlye,' said the justice,<br>'I shall the hange with my hande.'<br>Full wel herd this his brethren two,<br>There styll as they dyd stande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Cloudesle cast hys eyen asyde,<br>And saw hys 'brethren twaine' <br>At a corner of the market place,<br>Redy the justice for to slaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I se comfort,' sayd Cloudesle,<br>'Yet hope I well to fare;<br>If I might have my handes at wyll,<br>Ryght lytle wolde Icare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spake good Adam Bell<br>To Clym of the Clough so free,<br>'Brother, se ye marke the justyce wel,<br>Lo yonder you may him se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And at the shyrife shote I wyll,<br>Stronglyt wyth an arrowe kene;<br>A better shote in mery Carleile<br>Thys seven yere was not sene.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They loosed their arrowes both at once,<br>Of no man had they dread;<br>The one hyt the justice, the other sheryfe,<br>That both theyr sides gan blede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All men voyded, that them stode nye,<br>When the justice fell to the grounde,<br>And the sherife nye hym by,<br>Eyther had his deathes wounde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the citizens fast gan flye,<br>They durst no longer abyde;<br>There lyghtly they loosed Cloudeslee,<br>Where he with ropes lay tyde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wyllyam start to an officer of the towne,<br>Hys axe out of hys hande he wronge,<br>On eche syde he smote them downe,<br>Hee thought he taryed to long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wyllyam sayde to hys brethren two,<br>'Thys daye let us lyve and de;<br>If ever you have nede as I have now,<br>The same shall you finde by me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shot so well in that tyde,<br>For theyr stringes were of silke ful sure,<br>That they kept the stretes on every side:<br>That batayle did long endure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fought together as brethren tru, <br>Lyke hardy men and bolde;<br>Many a man to the ground they thrue,<br>And many a herte made colde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when their arrowes were all gon,<br>Men preced to them full fast;<br>They draw theyr swordes then anone,<br>And theyr bowes from them they cast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They went lyghtlye on theyr way,<br>Wyth swordes and buclers round;<br>By that it was myd of the day,<br>They made many a wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was many an out-horne in Carleil blowen,<br>And the belles bacward dyd ryng;<br>Many a woman sayde alas!<br>And many theyr handes dyd wryng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mayre of Carleile forth was com,<br>Wyth hym a ful great route;<br>These yemen dred hym full sore,<br>Of theyr lyves they stode in great doute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mayre came armed a full great pace,<br>With a pollaxe in hys hande;<br>Many a strong man wyth him was,<br>There in that stowre to stande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mayre smot at Cloudesle with his bil,<br>Hys bucler he brast in two;<br>Full many a yeman with great evyll,<br>'Alas! treason' they cryed for wo. <br>'Kepe we the gates fast,' they bad,<br>'That these traytours thereout not go.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But al for nought was that they wrought,<br>For so fast they downe were layde,<br>Tyll they all thre, that so manfulli fought,<br>Were gotten without at a braide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Have here your keyes,' sayd Adam Bel,<br>'Myne office I here forsake;<br>If you do by my counsell,<br>A new porter do ye make.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He threw theyr keys at theyr heads,<br>And bad them evell to thryve;<br>And all that letteth any good yeman<br>To come and comfort his wyfe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus be these good yemen gon to the wod,<br>And lyghtly as lefe on lynde;<br>The lough and be mery in theyr mode,<br>Theyr enemyes were ferr behynd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they came to Englyshe-wode,<br>Under the trusty tre,<br>There they found bowes full good,<br>And arrowes full great plentye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So God me help,' sayd Adam Bell<br>And Clym of the Clough so fre,<br>'I would we were in mery Carleile,<br>Before that fayre meynye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They set them downe and made good chere,<br>And eate and dranke full well:<br>A second Fyt of the wightye yeomen:<br>Another I wyll you tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Part the Third.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As they sat in Englyshe-wood,<br>Under the green-wode tre,<br>They thought they herd a woman wepe,<br>But her they mought not se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sore then syghed the fayre Alyce:<br>'That ever I sawe thys day!<br>For nowe is my dere husband slayne,<br>Alas! and wel-a-way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Myght I have spoken wyth hys dere brethren,<br>Or with eyther of them twayne,<br>To shew to them what him befell,<br>My heart were out of payne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloudesle walked a lytle beside,<br>He looked under the grene wood linde,<br>He was ware of his wyfe, and chyldren thre,<br>Full wo in harte and mynde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Welcome, wyfe,' then sayde Wyllyam,<br>'Under 'this' trusti tre;<br>I had wende yesterdaye, by swete Saynt John,<br>Thou sholdest me never 'have' se.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now well is me that ye be here,<br>My harte is out of wo.'<br>'Dame,' he sayde, 'be mery and glad,<br>And thanke my brethren two.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Herof to speake,' said Adam Bell,<br>'I-wis it is no bote;<br>The meate, that we must supp withall,<br>It runneth yet fast on fote.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then went they downe into a launde,<br>These noble archares all thre,<br>Eche of them slew a hart of greece,<br>The best that they cold se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Have here the best, Alyce, my wyfe,'<br>Sayd Wyllyam of Cloudesle;<br>'By cause ye so bouldly stode by me,<br>When I was slayne full nye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then went they to suppere,<br>Wyth suche meate as they had,<br>And thanked God of ther fortune;<br>They were both mery and glad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they had supped well,<br>Certayne wythouten lease,<br>Cloudesle sayd, 'We wyll to our kyng,<br>To get us a charter of peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alyce shal be at sojournyng<br>In a nunnery here besyde;<br>My tow sonnes shall wyth her go,<br>And ther they shall abyde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Myne eldest son shall go wyth me,<br>For hym have 'you' no care,<br>And he shall breng you worde agayn,<br>How that we do fare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus be these yemen to London gone,<br>As fast as they myght 'he',<br>Tyll they came to the kynges palace,<br>Where they woulde nedes be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan they came to the kynges courte,<br>Unto the pallace gate,<br>Of no man wold they aske no leave,<br>But boldly went in therat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They preced prestly into the hall,<br>Of no man had they dreade;<br>The porter came after and dyd them call,<br>And with them gan to chyde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The usher sayde, 'Yemen, what wold ye have?<br>I pray you tell to me;<br>You myght thus make offycers shent:<br>Good Syrs, of whence be ye?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Syr, we be out-lawes of the forest,<br>Certayne withouten lease,<br>And hether we be come to our kyng,<br>To get us a charter of peace.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they came before the kyng,<br>As it was the lawe of lande<br>The kneled downe without lettyng,<br>And eche held up his hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sayed, 'Lorde, we beseche the here,<br>That ye wyll graunt us grace,<br>For we have slayne your fate falow dere<br>In many a sondry place.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What be your nams?' then said our king,<br>'Anone that you tell me:'<br>They sayd, 'Adam Bell, Clim of the Clough,<br>And Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Be ye those theves,' then sayd our kyng, <br>'That men have tolde of to me?<br>Here to God I make an avowe,<br>Ye shal be hanged al thre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye shal be dead without mercy,<br>As I am kynge of this lande.'<br>He commanded his officers everichone<br>Fast on them to lay hande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There they toke these good yemen,<br>And arested them al thre:<br>'So may I thryve,' sayd Adam Bell,<br>'Thys game lyketh not me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, good Lorde, we beseche you now,<br>That yee graunt us grace.<br>Insomuche as we do to you come,<br>Or els that we may fro you passe,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With such weapons as we have here,<br>Tyll we be out of your place;<br>And yf we lyve this hundreth yere,<br>We wyll aske you no grace.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye speake proudly,' sayd the kynge,<br>'Ye shall be hanged all thre.'<br>'That were great pitye,' then sayd the quene,<br>'If any grace myght be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My Lorde, whan I came fyrst into this lande,<br>To be your wedded wyfe,<br>The fyrst boone that I wold aske,<br>Ye would graunt it me belyfe;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And I never asked none tyll now,<br>Therefore, good Lorde, graunt it me.'<br>'Now aske it, madam,' sayd the kynge, <br>'And graunted it shal be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then, good my Lord, I you beseche,<br>These yemen graunt ye me.'<br>'Madame, ye might have asked a boone<br>That shuld have been worth them all thre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye myght have asked towres and townes,<br>Parkes and forestes plente.'<br>'None soe pleasant to my pay,' shee sayd;<br>'Nor none so lefe to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Madame, sith it is your desyre,<br>Your askyng graunted shal be;<br>But I had lever have given you <br>Good market townes thre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The quene was a glad woman,<br>And sayde, 'Lord, gramarcy;<br>I dare undertake for them,<br>That true men shal they be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, good my Lord, speke som mery word, <br>That comfort they may se.'<br>'I graunt you grace,' then sayd our king,<br>'Washe, felos, and to meate go ye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had not setten but a whyle, <br>Certayne without lesynge,<br>There came messengers out of the north,<br>With letters to our kynge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan the came before the kynge,<br>They knelt downe on theyr kne,<br>And sayd, 'Lord, your officers grete you well,<br>Of Carleile in the north cuntre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How fareth my justice,' sayd the kyng,<br>'And my sherife also?'<br>'Syr, they be slayne, without leasynge,<br>And many an officer mo.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Who hath them slayne?' sayd the kyng;<br>'Anone thou tell to me:'<br>'Adam Bell, and Clime of the Clough,<br>And Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas for rewth!' then sayd our kynge,<br>'My hart is wonderous sore;<br>I had lever than a thousande pounde,<br>I had knowne of thys before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I have graunted them grace,<br>And that forthynketh me,<br>But had I knowne all thys before,<br>They had been hanged all thre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kyng hee opened the letter anone,<br>Hymselfe he red it thro,<br>And founde how these outlawes had slain<br>Thre hundred men and mo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fyrst the justice and the sheryfe,<br>And the mayre of Carleile towne;<br>Of all the constables and catchipolles<br>Alyve were 'scant' left one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The baylyes and the bedyls both,<br>And the sergeauntes of the law,<br>And forty fosters of the fe,<br>These outlawes had yslaw,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And broke his parks, and slayne his dere;<br>Of all they chose the best;<br>So perelous out-lawes as they were,<br>Walked not by easte nor west.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the kynge this letter had red,<br>In hys harte he syghed sore;<br>'Take up the tables, anone,' he bad,<br>'For I may eat no more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kyng called hys best archars,<br>To the buttes wyth hym to go;<br>'I wyll se these felowes shote,' he sayd,<br>'In the north have wrought this wo.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kynges bowmen buske them blyve,<br>And the quenes archers also,<br>So dyd these thre wyghtye yemen,<br>With them they thought to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There twyse or thryse they shote about,<br>For to assay theyr hande;<br>There was no shote these yemen shot,<br>That any prycke myght stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spake Wyllyam of Cloudesle,<br>'By Him that for me dyed,<br>I hold hym never no good archar,<br>That shoteth at buttes so wyde.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At what a butte now wold ye shote,<br>I pray thee tell to me?'<br>'At suche a but, Syr,' he sayd,<br>'As men use in my countre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wyllyam wente into a fyeld,<br>And 'with him' his two brethren:<br>There they set up two hasell roddes,<br>Full twenty score betwene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I hold him an archar,' said Cloudesle,<br>'That yonder wande cleveth in two;'<br>'Here is none suche,' sayd the kyng,<br>'Nor none that can so do.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I shall assaye, Syr,' sayd Cloudesle,<br>'Or that I farther go.'<br>Cloudesly, with a bearyng arowe,<br>Clave the wand in two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou art the best archer,' then said the king,<br>'For sothe that ever I se.'<br>'And yet for your love,' sayd Wyllyam, <br>'I wyll do more maystery.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have a sonne is seven yere olde,<br>He is to me full deare;<br>I wyll hym tye to stake,<br>All shall se that be here,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And lay an apple upon hys head,<br>And go syxe score hym fro,<br>And I my selfe, with a brode arrow,<br>Shall cleve the apple in two.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now haste the,' then sayd the kyng,<br>'By Hym that dyed on a tre;<br>By yf thou do not as thou hest sayde,<br>Hanged shalt thou be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And thou touche his head or gowne,<br>In syght that men may se,<br>By all the sayntes that be in heaven,<br>I shall hange you all thre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That I have promised,' said William,<br>'That I wyll never forsake:'<br>And there even before the kynge, <br>In the earth he drove a stake,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bound thereto his eldest sonne,<br>And bad hym stand styll therat,<br>And turned the childes face him fro,<br>Because he should not start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An apple upon his head he set,<br>And then his bowe he bent;<br>Syxe score paces they were meaten,<br>And thether Cloudesle went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There he drew out a fayr brode arrowe,<br>Hys bowe was great and longe,<br>He set that arrowe in his bowe,<br>That was both styffe and stronge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He prayed the people, that wer there,<br>That they would still stand,<br>'For he that shoteth for such a wager,<br>Behoveth a stedfast hand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Muche people prayed for Cloudesle,<br>That hys lyfe saved myght be,<br>And whan he made hym redy to shote,<br>There was many weeping ee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But' Cloudesle clefte the apple in two,<br>As many a man myght se.<br>'Over Gods forbode,' sayde the kinge,<br>'That thou shold shote at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I geve thee eightene pence a day,<br>And my bowe shalt thou bere,<br>And over all the north countre,<br>I make thee chyfe rydere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And I thyrtene pence a day,' said the quene,<br>'By God and by my fay;<br>Come feche thy payment when thou wylt,<br>No man shall say the nay.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wyllyam, I make the a gentleman,<br>Of clthyng and of fe,<br>And thy two brethren, yemen of my chambre,<br>For they are so semely to se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Your sonne, for he is tendre of age,<br>Of my wyne-seller he shall be,<br>And when he commeth to mans estate,<br>Better avaunced shall he be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And, Wyllyam, bring to me your wife,' said the quene.<br>'Me longeth her sore to se;<br>She shall be my chefe gentlewoman,<br>To governe my nurserye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yemen thanked them full curteously,<br>'To some byshop wyl we wend,<br>Of all the synnes that we have done<br>To be assoyld at his hand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So forth be gone these good yemen,<br>As fast as they might 'he;'<br>And after came and dwelled with the kynge,<br>And dyed good men all thre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus endeth the lives of these good yemen,<br>God send them eternall blysse,<br>And all that with a hand-bowe shoteth,<br>That of heven they may never mysse. Amen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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Amonge the leves grene,
Wheras men hunt east and west,
Wyth bowes and arrowes kene,

To ryse the dere out of theyr denne,
Suche sightes hath ofte bene sene,
As by thre yemen of the north countrey,
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