By assent of Charles that callede him self kyng
Of that reame of Ffrance withouten ground resoun,
Was at Motreux broght to his confusioune;
To kyng Henry there thou dedist thy legeance ;
Of lyf and land he was thi proteccioun ;
Wherfor thi falsnes causethe thi myschance.

Remembre the, Phelippe, what tyme and how

To kyng Henry the fifte, by thi owne assent, Withouten his desire, thou madest a solempne vow, Usyng Goddes body, the holy sacrament,

To becomme trew lygman with good entente To him ande his heires, withouten variance; Now art thou fals to Gode, by thine owne assente, The which thou may witte all thi myschanse.

Remembre the, Philleppe, that thou yonge kyng,
Harry the sext, was crowned at Parys,
Johan duc of Bedford thine absenc excusyng
By souffisant warant made by thi devise,
He did thine homage as to the floure-de-lys;
This matere the lust not to adversité,

With thine oune falsnes and thi myschance.

Remembre the, Philleppe, how peple of Englond
Have bene to the evyr gentil and trew;

For whan thou wer besegede with many a thousand
Of Armynackes, they did the rescewe.'

This poem appears to end imperfectly.

PHILIPPE OF BURGUNDY AND JAMES OF SCOTLAND.1

Philippus dux Burgundice ad Jacobum regem Scot

torum.

Illustri Jacobo Scottorum principi magno,
Regi magnifico cum fulmine castra reduco.

Responsio ad hoc per quendam Anglicum.

Burgundus Scoto, dux regi, falsus iniquo,
Philippus Jacobo, dedit hæc baliaria metro.
Et si quis quærat cujus vox extitit ista,
Vox balearis erat, ut finxerat ipse metrista.
Nunc reflexivum parvum lapidem tibi flabo,
Atque ducem vivum si vult mihi stare probabo
Bumbardo metrico; sic scripsit amicus amico,
Regi magnifico cum fulmine castra reduco; ;
Ecce tene lapidem, per sermones ita viles,
Et frangendo fidem, tu falsus es undique miles.
Nec Burgundorum dux, quamvis scandat ad astra,
Nec rex Scotorum, sibi subdit Anglica castra.
Per tantum fulmen, per talem nempe reductum,
Anglorum culmen adquisivit sibi fructum.
Quamvis falsidicus hic dux noster amicus,
Nobis multa dedit ut ab obsidione recedat,
Angligenis vinceps tum Scotus rex habeatur,
Est falsus princeps, quia principi falsificatur.
Dux Burgundorum quia princeps falsus habetur,
Principi Scotorum sua per metra falsa fatetur.
Est et semper erit similis, similem sibi quærit;
Ambo perjuri, sunt ambo simul perituri.

This short poem, printed from MS. Rawlinson, No. 214, fol. 166, ro, belongs no doubt, from internal evidence, to the same period as the

preceding. The king of Scotland must be James I., who was mur dered in the night of the 20th of February 1437.

PHILIPPE OF BURGUNDY AND JAMES OF SCOTLAND. 151

Philippus, Jacobus, sancti simul ambo fuere;
Istorum reprobus contendit uterque manere.
Nominibus similes sunt non in imagine morum ;
Sed nisi sint humiles non intrant castra polorum.
Dux dudum victus est, per papam maledictus ;
Acriter inflictus est iste gravissimus ictus.
Miror vos quippe, te, Jacobe, teque, Philippe,
Cur ita temptatis nos Anglos et stimulatis.
Si vultis pacem, populum revocate minacem;
Si vultis guerras, proprias defendite terras.
Expectate domi, nos proprias terras tenemus,
Vinus pomi vestri pretio nec egemus.

Obsecre, rex et dux, clare videatis ubique,
Quomodo lex et lux vestrum tenebrantur utrique.
Si non curetis vestras animas fore salvas,
Non alias detis inferni visere valvas.

Dux Burgundicus et rex Scoticus insidiantur,
Sed rex Anglicus et grex publicus his dominantur.
Anglia regna premit, Burgundia dedecus emit,
Francia fracta tremit, Scotia victa gemit.
Undique concursus stat et Anglia fortis et ursus ;
Anglia dum rugit, circula terra fugit.

Explicit.

ON THE SIEGE OF CALAIS. 1436.1

Her biginyth the sege off Calays, in the yer off
our Lord j. m2 iiii.

In Juyl, whan the sone schon,
Tres, levys, and herbis grene,

Wyth many sonder colowris,

1 From MS. Cotton. Galba E. ix. fol. 110, v°. The duke of Burgundy laid siege to Calais on the 19th of

July 1436, and was compelled to raise it on the 25th day of the same month.

And ffresch flowris that April mad,
Gan for to feynt and to fad

Of lusty colowris and of swete odowris;
And fruyte on tre both gret and smale
Gan for to rip and wex fulle pale;
Than comyth tyme off labowr,
To profit and to wirschip wyne
In armes, so ther be no treson inn,
Untruth, ne fals colowr.

The duk of Burgayn off grete prid
Mad gret assembillé in landes wyd,
In Flanders, and in Breban,
Of his power and in chevalry
Of Burgayn and in Pikardye,

Of Henaw and off Holand;

A cl. m, and mo,

That weryne alle to ryd and go
To ber sper and schild,

And mak avant Calys to wyn,
And schuld dye that wer theryn,

Both man, woman, and chyld.
The wolles and the merchandyss,
And othir god with the ymprise,
They wold have a serteyne.
The walles they wold ber adowne,
Towr, castelle, and dongen,

Alle schuld be mad fulle playn. And so with red baners displayed, With odir in the bateyllys arayed, They cum the towne abote;

Statly tentes anon they pyzte,

Larg and long and gret of syzth;

It was a ryalle rowte.

Wyth gunnes gret, and other gret ordinance,

Them to help and to avanc,

With many a prowd pavys,

Gayly peynted and stuffed welle,
Ribawdes armyd with iyrne and stele,
Was never better off devyce;

Ix. m1 cokkes to crow at nyzth,
And viii. m1 cressetes to brene lizth;
Gret wonder to her and se,

How sone the had mad her logyng,
Defens off herth and dikyng;
Redier myzth non be.

The erle of Mortayne mad a diner,
And, "Felowys, be of good chere,

"Off no thyng hav wẹ no dred ;
I trust to God to se that day,
"That, for alle the proud aray,

"Fulle low schalle thay lowth."
The levetenant, ser Johan Raclyf,
That ever lovyd worschyp and dred repreve,
Kept fulle god governance.

And so did the baren off Dudley,
In the castelle, the soth to say,

Mad fulle good ordinance.
My lord Camoys at Bolyn-gate,
The bulwerkes he did undertak,
At no tyme wuld he fayle,
Nether late ne erly;

Yff any withowt wer so hardy
It onys to assayle.

At the Mylk-gate ser Johan Aston,
And ser Jefferey Warbulton,

With a many a hardy man,
The trompetes lowd they dyd blow,
That the duk myth welle know
The wach whan yt bigan.

The porters kept the gattes full manly,

The gattes opyn continually,

To wate they wer not irk;