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24 Frain thou no further my foot likes.

Of other works, as I wate, aſk if thou likes:

Thine ettling thou aſk may, for anſwer I ſhall,

In woods and wilderneſs, where my way lies,

That I heark’ned and heard, I height to thee to ſay.

Then frowned I fiercely of frivole world:

What to be of war, if he wiſt ought?

Or who ſhould weild us in this world, that sorrow drees

To give us of good will, and get us to peace?

If there is fruits in this world, that ſo much worth is?

Should have fuſion on force, and any fair after?

And then he looked to the ground, and wept all a while

And he groaned for grief, weeping he ſaid,

Much anger and evil hath this iſle choſen,

All through o'greed and theft, and elvines knight,

Brutus thy bairntime and much hail choſen,

Since firſt in Britain to leind thou was brought;

Sickneſs and ſorrow, and ſoreneſs ſet with fyth.

When thou ſembled to the ſea, under ſail found:

Noraway hath neddered them, and to need brought:

That hath newed their names, and named themſelves,

Engliſh that are caſtfood, and Edryous bairns,

But all the anger that they make, their own ſhall be.

That Weſtmoorland, woeful may thee betide,

For thou with war and thy wrong bairns;

When thou mels with the mers and mixed with the ſame

Much malice and miſchief thou made for thyſelf.

Bairns and banners thou brought upon loft.

With burning and bail hath wrought ſorrow;

Carliſle thy captains hath much woe wrought:

Thou ſhalt compelled be with care, thou thinks it but little,

Thou ſhalt thy gates yarn, thou yarns not thereafter:

Thou ſhalt yalmur and yel that all York ſhall it hear:

Then the town ſhall he tint trow thou not elſe;

Thy tops and thy turnats tumbled to the ground,

No falſe fortune ſo fell has thee at ferd,

That force ſhall fail thee when thou beſt thinkeſt,

And lipens on London to lead thee for ever,

On Linton and Lindſay, and Lancaster ſhires,

There ſhall a lion be lowſed that a lord is,

Both of London and Lorn, as the law will

He ſhall allege to be liege, and the law make:

Leave wrought upon loſt, but waſte them for ever.

All the ſtrengths of the caſt, and caſtles every one,