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William openyd a backe wyndow,
That was in hys chamber hie,
And eke hys chyldren thre.
Have here my treasure, fayde William,
My wyfe and my chyldren thre: For Christès love do them no harme,
But wreke you all on me.
Wyllyam Thot so wonderous well,
Tyll hys arrowes were all agoe, And the fyre so fast upon hym fell,
That hys bowftryng brent in two.
The sparkles brent and fell upon
Good Wyllyam of Cloudeslè:
Thys is a cowardes death to me.
Lever had I, fayde Wyllyam,
sworde in the route to renne, Then here among myne enemyes wode
Thus cruelly to bren.
He toke hys sweard and hys buckler,
them all he ran,
He smot downe many a man.
There myght no man abyde hys stroke, 145
So ferfly on them he ran :
And so toke that good yemàn.
There they hym bounde both hand and fote,
And in depe dongeon cast :
Thou shalt be hanged in hast.
A payre of new gallowes, fayd the sherife,
Now shal I for the make, And the
gates of Carleil fhal be shutte: No man fhal come in therat.
Then shall not helpe Clym of the Cloughe,
Nor yet Mal Adam Bell,
Nor all the devels in hell,
Early in the mornynge the justice uprose,
To the gates fast gan he gon,
Then went he to the markett place,
As fast as he coulde hye ; A payre
new gallous there he set up Besyde the pyllorye.
A lytle boy amonge them asked,
" What meaneth that gallow-tre ?" They fayde to hange a good yeaman,
Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè.
That lytle boye was the towne fwyne-heard,
And kept fayre Alyces swyne ;
And geuend hym there to dyne.
He went out att á crevis in the wall,
And lightly to the woode dyd gone,
Shortly and anone.
Alas! then fayde that lytle boye,
Ye tary here all to longe;
All readye for to honge.
Alas ! then sayd good Adam Bell,
That ever we see thys daye !
So ofte as we dyd hym praye.
He myght have dwellyd in grene foreste,
Under the thadowes grene,
Ver. 179. yonge men. P. C. Ver. 190. shadowes iheene. P.C.
And have kepte both hym and us in reste,
Out of trouble and teene.
Adam bent a ryght good bow,
A great hart fone had he flayne:
And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.
Now go we hence, fayed these wightye yeomen,
Tary we no lenger here ;
To Caerleil-wente these good yemen,
In a mery mornyng of maye.
And another is for to faye.
PART THE SECOND
N D when they came to mery Carleil,
All in the mornyng tyde,
About on every fyde.
Ver. 197. wight yong men. P.C.
Alas! than fayd good Adam Bell,
That ever we were made men !
may not come here in.
Then bespake 'him' Clym of the Clough,
Wyth a wyle we wyl us in bryng,
Streyght come nowe from our king.
Adam said, I have a letter written,
Now let us wysely werke,
I holde the porter no clerke,
Then Adam Bell bete on the gate
With strokes great and strong:
And to the gate he throng.
Who is there nowe, fayde the porter,
That maketh all thys dinne?
Be come ryght from our kyng.
We have a letter, fayde Adam Bel,
To the justice we must it bryng;
That we were agayne to the kyng.