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Dauid.

To fend þe Walschrie with him at þer powere,
To him þei gan alie, & ros fulle austere.

¶ Whan þe king herd say, þat Dauid werred on him,
To Wales he went his way fulle scharply & fulle brim.
Edward did him chace, fulle febilly he defendes,
To rest had he no space, his tyme he tynes & spendes.
pe euen of Saynt Morice was taken Sir Dauid,
Als a fole nyce he brak þe kynge's grith.

His hede pei of smyten, to London was it born,
pe dede body be britten on four quarters corn.
þe quarters wer sent to henge at four citez,

So is he worth be schent, who so traytour bez.
¶ Leulýn & Dauid haf born grete honour,

And Snowdon com to grith, ilk castelle & toure
To be kyng is eschete, als to chefe of alle.

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þe lordes þat er grete pe cheued as tenauntz salle.
be kyng þorghout þe lond he did crie his pes,

& with pe lawe pam bond, als skille wild he ches.
Wardeyns gode he sette, to stabille pe lond & mende,
Justise þat þe lawe gette to vnkonand þei kende.
Whan alle was don & ent, þat felle to conqueroure,
To London he went, a while to mak soioure.
He sent to his barouns, a parlement to hold,
þei com at his somouns, in parlement he þis told :
To Gascoyn bihoued him go, & þat hastilie,
Tiping com him per fro, þer was contek & crie,

I Qe fount les Waleis, qe uaunce al Reis, com a go

sunt de valour? Fount che.

uernour, MSS. Gall.

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A pousand & tuo hundred, & fourscore gere & sex,
On Wales many on wundred, for more wo zit þer wex.

EDWARD wele has sped of alle þing þat has bien, Tille Gascoýn with him led dame Helianore our quene. þe gode erle of Cornwaile pis lond had in kepyng, In luf & pes sanz faile went Edward our kỳng, & spak with pe king of France at Paris as he went. pan felle a fair chance, pei wer at on assent. Forth he gan him hie, tille Gascoyn is he comen, þe rightes he did attrie of po þat wrong had nomen. Rightfulle dome he gaf on foles for þer misdede, No man be ouerhaf, bot alle þorgh lawe gede. 1 Towhile Sir Edward gos to Gascoyn forto apese, Wales to werre vp ros, borgh conseile of a Rese. . On Reseamiraduk, of Wales a lordyng,

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Our Inglis did rebuk, & werred on our kyng.

I kan not telle gow whi þat werre was reised olofte,
Men said he wrath & cri com þorgh þe lord Tiptofte.
Ipe kyng herd þat pleynt, vnto pe Rese he sent

A letter enselid fulle quaỳnt, for þe pes it ment.
He praied to hold him stille, tille his tocome mot be,
& he suld do his wille, in alle pat skille mot se.
His pleyntes he wild here in skille at lordes sight,
& if he baron were, he suld haf fulle gode right.

1 Sic.

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* Rees amereduke, vel Res admýraduck, in Codd. Gall.

°. cc. LXXX. VI.

Iter ' aripuit versus Gasconiam

Eece de Reseamira duk.

pis Reseamiraduk, als fole & vnwise,

His letter gan rebuk, sette it at light prise.

pe skape þat he might do with slauhter or prison hard,
Alle he brouht pam to, pat longed tille Edward.
A pousand & tuo hundred þe-date forscore & nine,
On our men pei wondred, in Wales did pam pyne.

WHAN
HAN Edward had bien in Gascoyn pre gere,
Ageyn he & pe quene on lond ryued vp here.
At his coming he fond of clerkes & men of pleÿnt,
& justise of be lond of falsnes was atteýnt.
ciariorum, For giftes som justise lete pe lowe go doun,
& som on oper wise did wrong to be coroun.
þe first justise in benk Sir Thomas of Weland,
For falshed & for wrenk he forsuore be land.

De falsitate justi

He went ouer to France, & com neuer ageyn,

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His clerkes stode to chance passed for a certeyn,'

þei wer out of pe tour delyuerd for mone,

þer held þei long soiour, bot penies mad þam fre,
Opon his forward, or þei wer out gon,

To serue kyng Edward, neuer more suld þei non.
Sir Elys of Bekyngham to do lawe him was lefe,
Sir Jon of Metyngham he left þe justise chefe,
Sir Rauf of Heyngham þe wrong oft he ches,
He departed with gram, & þe benk les.
Sir Adam of Stretton fulle hard was he led,'
Nouht without encheson, I lay my gloue to wed.

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ad] la tour de Londres, deliuerez par mone, MSS. Gall.

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For gold & siluer strong he gaf so grete plente,
Bifor be kyng it song, Placebo domine.

With wrong alle it cam, with gile salle gyuen be,
Dilexit Sir Adam gilerie & falste.

THISE justise er atteynt of falshed & folie,

Now comes a new pleýnt, to destroie pe Juerie.

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þe kyng was enquere of per wikked dedes,
So many per were, dome on þam salle nedes.

For þam pe kyng was sette his priue parlement,

þei said, porgh þe rescette pe Cristen men were schent. þe barons alle said, alle holy be clergie,

be lond bei wild voide of þat herisie.

I wene þe kyng alegid, þei were of his tresour,
Nopeles he wild haf briggid, pe fals leue & erroure.
For þe penie fiftend, be Jues wild he fleme.

þe clergie said at pe end, "we grante it as ze deme.
þe lerid & pe lay granted þat þei said,

& assigned a day, þat taxe to be laid.

þe dettes þat men þam auht, þer stedes & þer woning,

Wer taxed & bitauht to be eschete of þe kyng.

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þe Reseamiradie was taken þat ilk gere,

In Wales þorgh a spie, for all his powere.

Whan þe kyng herd it seie, to gork he did him lede,
Schames dede to deie, als traytour for his dede.

First was he drawen for his felonie,

& as a þefe pan slawen, on galwes hanged hie:

'Rees ameraduk, vel Rees admiraduk sive Rees amereduk,

in Codd Gall.

De iniqui tate Judels mi sive Judæorum.

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Now is non of age of his ancestrie

May haf his heritage, to whom it salle alic.
A pousand & tuo hundred, four score & elleuen,
On Wales men zit wondred, þe pes not zit euen.

THE next zere folowand Acres was assaled,

þe Cristen myght no stand, of help alle þam failed,
& pe cite lorn, & alle don to be suerde,
þat were Cristen born, þe lewed & pe lerid.

Whan pe pape had tiþing, it was in a Sarazins handes,
He gaf Edward our kyng, þe tende of alle pe landes.
Inglond, Scotlond & Wales, Ireland perto was laid,
pan mot he fille his males, no man him withsaid,
Holy who salle spare, if it nede stode,

Whan po pat hedes are do þer to no gode ?
þat ilk zere þe quene died in Lyndseie,

At Westmýnster, I wene, his body did þei leie.
¶ A litelle per biforn died Margarete,

þe heyr of Scotlond born, of Alisander bigete.
Wherfor Sir Edward, for pat maiden dede,

Hied him Northward, his barons he asked rede.
In þe North at Norham, he wamssed pe castelle,
þe barons þider cam, & conseild þat beste felle,
þei brouht be cronykles, þat wer in Scotland,
þe olde chartres & titles, pat wer in Abbays hand,
Of ilk a bisshop se, & ilk a priourie,

þat were of dignite, of olde ancestrie,
Examend þam & cast ilk amountment,
þei said alle at þe last þorght of on assent,

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