e Capteyn of Harflewe sone anon
To oure kyne he sente on hy,
To wyte what was his wille to don
That he was come with his navy;
Delivere me this toune, oure kyng gan say;
Nay sire, he seyde, be seynt Denys;
Thanne shall y it gete, if y may,
Be the grace of God and myn devys.
_Wot ye right well, &c._

Myne pleyers that y have hedyr brought,
Their ballys beth of stonys round,
Be the helpe of hym that me dere bought,
They shall youre wall have to ground.
The Frensshmen cried 'Amound,' 'Amound;'
This toun, they seyde, us moste kepe.
The kyng, seith he, will nought fro this ground
Or he have yolde this toun Harflete.
_Wot ye right well, &c._

Tenys seyde the grete gonne,
How felawes go we to game,
Among the houses of Harflewe roune,
It dide the Frensshmen right gret grame;
Fyftene before, seyd London, tho
His ball wol faire he gan it throwe,
That the stepyll of Harflete and bellys also,
With his breth he dide down blowe.
_Wot ye right well, &c._

XXX^{ti} is myn, seyd Messagere,
And smartly went his way;
Ther wallys that were mad right sure,
He brast them down the sothe to say.
The kynges doughter, seyde here, how thei play,
Herkenyth myne maydenys in this tyde;
Fyve and forty that is no nay,
The wallys wente doun on every syde.
_Wot ye right well, &c._

The engynes seide, to longe we abyde,
Let us gon to ben on assent;
Wherevere that the ball gan glyde,
The houses of Harflew they all to rent.
An Englyssh man the bulwerk brent,
Women cryed alas! that they were bore,
The Frensshmen seide now be we shent,
From us this toun now it is lore.
_Wot ye right well, &c._

It is best now that we therfore,
That we beseche the kyng of grace,
That he asayle us now no more,
For to dystroye us in this place;
For but the Dolfyn us reskewe,
This toun to delivere wyl we sikerly,
Messagers thei let make newe,
And to the kyng they come in hy.
_Wot ye right well, &c._

The lord Gaucourt certeynly,
For he was capteyn in that place,
And Gilliam Bocher com hym by,
And othere also bothe more and lasse;
To fore the kyng whan they com was,
I wot they sette them on there kne;
Heil comely kyng, thei seyde, in this plas,
The grace of God now is with the.
_Wot ye right well, &c._

Of trews we wolde beseche the,
Unto it be Sounday atte non,
And but it thanne reskewyd be,
We shall to yow delyvere this toun:
The kyng thanne seyde to them ful son
I graunte you grace al this tyde,
Somme of yow go forth anon,
The remenaunt