of Swalo the legat of rome thurgh councell of all the gret lordis that held with kyng Iohan his fa¦der yt is to say the Erle Raudolfe of Chestre Willm erle Mar¦chall erle of Penbroke willm the Brener erle
moch pepull of walshmen all that they myght take ¶And all tho with strength and myght made assaute vn to the Castellof Swandon and get the castell ¶And when Dauid the prīce brother herd this tydyng he ordeyned him
the substaūce of all hyr londe and she all poore was bese∣ged in an olde castell wyth hym rounde abowte & thys castell was weyke and made of full febyll ma¦ter Neuertelesse ther was a ryche kynge and of grete
crowned her quene of heuen. for thaungelis of heuē come to fett her vp. Angellis syngyng come wyth procession ayenst her wyth roses and lylyes of paradyse. in token that she is rose lylye and floure of all wymmen. and
concupyscence of mā for it was neuer seen byfore. But by techyng of an angell. she byleued. And soo came cryst. and entred by the gate of byleue in to the castell. yt is in to the body of our
Howe Robert Duke of Normandye faught with the Turkes / was named to the crowne of Ieru∣salem / and dyed at myscheef.A worthy prince spoken of in many realmeNoble Robert duke of NormandyChose to the crowne of IerusaleemBut for cause
crymes of great mysgouernaunceDenouncynge enmye to all the londe of frauncePut on him many great outrageWrongly howe he had done offenceTo a Cardynall born of the lynageDe Columpny a kynrede of reuerenceFor which cause he kept him absenceOut of the
oute of the Castell towardhis deth and cast vpon hym many balles of snowe¶And as the turmentours lad hym oute of the Castell thosaid he this pitonse wordes and his hondes helde vpon high towar∣desheven Nowe the kyng of heven
baron / & of other barons aboute xiiij: of the best & wysest of englōd / And in the sam̄ tyme the kyng Edward toke his vyage to Scotland: for to werre vpon Iohan Bailloll kȳg of scot∣lād / &
with an horryble noyse they dro∣uen him owte of ye castell toward his deth / and cast vpon hym ma∣ny balles of snowe. And as the turmentours lad hym oute of ye Castell: Tho said he this pytouse wordes: And
in the castellof Caleys wt his men of ar¦mes that none of the aliens wyst therof / And that fals {con}spiatour & traitour Geffrey of charney sa∣we that he might not openly ha∣ue hys purpose of the castell: pre∣uely
Attropos voyde of all gladnessewrapped in his shete & axed yf ony wyghtCoude wysshe hym the wey to the lord of lyghtOr ellis where men myght fynde ryghwysnesseForsothe sayd reasan I trow as I gesseAt Vertue his castell ye may
Gononon of whome men of y• coūtree make grete solempnyte / & in the castellof Amours lyeth the body of saynt Hyllaryon / & en kepe it full worshypfully / & besyde Fama∣ost was saynt Bernarde borne.¶ Of the
to our lorde his maker / & vnder the awter of the chirche is a place where saȳt Iohn was born / & therby is the castellof Emaux.¶ Of the mount Ioye. ca .xxvij.TWo myle fro Ierusalem is the
/ on the ryght syde men go thrugh the londe of Flagme & so to the cyte of Cayphas of whiche Cayphas was lorde / & some calle it the castell Pelleryns ▪ & from thens it is foure dayes
thus he was auenged of his enemyes thorugh his deserte. And whan ryche men of the countree per∣ceyued this malyce and cautele & the wyll of this Catolonabes they gadred theym togyder & assay∣led the castell and slewe hym &
Thenne yede Ioseph out of Galilce in to Nazareth in the Iewrie. and that was kynge Da∣uids londe. the whyche cytee was callyd Bedleem. By cause Ioseph was of the house & of the meyne of kynge Dauid. therfore he
to tymbre itOf good werkeAnd the steyres.Alle the tymbre woodeHe is bound to deliuer hym selfe.Laurence the masone.Hath take to masone.And shal brynge the werkmenAnd ben boughtGood stones of marbleThe wyndowes of alabastre.But the lyme or chalkeIs not yet moten.
waye. anone he hathe hym hyedBy hasty Journaye. & so his horse constreynedDaye by daye. tyll he hathe atteynedVnto a castell. Pylotes I calledRyche and stronge. and well aboute walledAdiacente. by syght of the countreeAnd perteynente. to Thebes the cytee
declarewhiche percell is of. myne euell fareGrounde and cause. of myne heuy chereConsydered eke. the woundes that appereVpon youre feet. and wote not what they meneAnd one thynge is. ay atte myne herte greneMy lorde alas. but of newe dateLrynge