Whyzz dreare alonge, and songes of terror Lyke thee their blaze must be canonical, synges,

Fore theie, like thee, that daie bewrecke Such songes as alwaies clos'd in lyfe eterne,

yroughte: Hurld by such strength along the ayre theie Did thirtie Normannes fall upon the grounde, burne,

[bloude; Full half a score from thee and theie receive their Not to be. quenched butte ynn Normannes

fatale wounde. Wherere theie came they were of lyfe forlorn, And alwajes followed by a purple floude;

First Fytz Chivelloys felt thie direful force; Like cloudes the Normanne arrowes did de

Nete did hys heide out brazen sheelde availe; scend,

Ettsoones throwe that thie drivynge speare did

[end. Like cloudes of carnage full in purple drops dyd


Nor was ytte stopped by bis coate of mayle; Nor, Leofwynus, dydst thou still estande;

Into his breaste it quicklie did assayle; Full soon thie pheon glytted in the aire;

Out ran the bloude, like hygra of the tyde; The force of none but thyne and Harolds hande With purple stayned all hys adventayle; Could hurle a javlyn with such lethal geer; In scarlet was his cuishe of sylver dyde: Itte whyzzd a ghastlie dynne in Normannes ear, Upon the bloudie carnage house he laie, Then thundrynge dyd upon hys greave alyghte, whylst hys long sheelde dyd gleem with the Sun's Pierce to his hearte, and dyd hys bowels tear,

rysyng ray. He closed hyseyne in everlastynge nyghte; Ab! what avayld the lyons on his creste!

Next Fescampe felle; O Chrieste, how harde his

fate His batchments rare with him upon the grounde

To die the leckedst knyghte of all the thronge; was prest.

His sprite was made of malice deslavate, Wylliam agayne ymade his bowe-ends meet, Ne shoulden find a place in anie songe. And hie in ayre the arrowe wynged his waie, The broch'd keene javlyn hurld from honde so Descendyng like a shafte of thunder feete,

stronge Lyke thunder rattling at the noon of daie, Asthine came thundrynge on his crysted beave; Onne Algars sheelde the arrowe dyd assaie, Ab! neete avayld the brass or iron thonge, There throghe dyd peerse, and stycke into With mightie force his skulle in twvedyd cleave, his groine;

Fallyng he shooken out his smokyng braine, In grypynge torinents on the feelde he laie, As witherd okes or elmes are hewne from off the Tille welcome dethe came in and clos'd hiseyne;

playne. Distort with peyne he laie upon the borne, Lyke sturdie elms by stormes in uncothe wry- Nor, Norcie, could thie myghte and skilfulle thynges torne.



Preserve thee from the doom of Alfwold's Alrick his brother, when he this perceerd,

Couldste thou not kenne, inost skylld AfterHe drewe his swerde, his leste hande helde a

la-goure, speere,


How in the battle it would wythe thee fare? Towards the duke he turnd his prauncyng When Alfwolds javelyn, rattlynge in the ayre, And to the Godde of Heaven he sent a prayre; From hande dyrine on thie habergeon came, Then sent his lethal javlyn in the agre,

Oute at thy backe it dyd thie hartes bloud bear, On Hue de Beaumontes backe the javelyn came,


gave thee death and everlastynge fame; Thro his redde armour to hys harte it tare,

Thy deathe could onlie come from Alfwolde He felle and thondred on the place of fame;


[harme. Next with his swerde he'sayld the sieur De Roe, As diamondes onlie can its fellow diamonds And braste his sylver helme so furyous was the blowe.

Next sire Du Mouline fell upon the grounde, But Willyam, who had seen hys prowesse great,

Quite throughe his throte the lethal javlyn And feared muche how farre his bronde might



His soule and bloude came roushynge from the goe, Tooke a stronge arblaster, and bigge with fate

He closd his eyen, and opd them with the blest. From twangynge iron sente the teetynge floe.

It can ne be I should bebight the rest, As Alric hoistes hys arme for dedlie blowe,

That by the myglitie arme of Aliwold felle, Which, han it came, had been Du Roees laste, Paste bie a penne to be counte or expreste, The swyfte-wynged messenger from Willyams bowe

8 The word astrologer used sometimes to be Quite throwe his arme into his syde ypaste;

expressed asterlagour; and so it seems to have His eyne shotte fyre, lyke blazyng starre at

occurred in this line. Chatterton was so ignorant nyghte,


as to read it Afterlagour; and has absolutely dise He grypd his swerde, and felle upon the place of jointed the constituent parts, and taken it for a

proper name; the name of a Norinan of some conO Alfwolde, saie; howe shalle 1 synge of thee, sequence. He accordingly forgets the real perOr telle howe manie dyd benethe thee falle; son spoken of, and addresses this After-la-gour as Not Haruldes self more Normanne knyghtes a person of science_"most skyll’d After-la-gour." did slee,

He thought it was analogous to Delacoure, DelaNot Haroldes self did for more praises call; mere, and other compounded French names. How shall a penne like myne then shew it all? So puerile are the mistakes of the person who is Lyke thee, their leader, eche Brystowyanne supposed to bave been the author of these excel. foughte;

lent poems. -Bryant.

Howe manie Alfwolde sent to Heaven or Helle; So browne the crokyde rynges, that featlie fell As leaves from trees shook by derne Autumns Over the neck of the all-beauteous dame. hand,

[strand. Greie as the morne before the reddie flame So laie the Normannes slain by Alfwold on the Of Phebus charyotte rollynge thro the skie;

Greie as the steel-horn'd goats Conyan made As when a drove of wolves with dreary yelles

tame, Assayle some flocke, ne care if shepster ken’t,

So greie appeard her feetly sparklynge eye; Besprenge destructione oer the woodes and

Those eyne, that did oft mickle pleased look delles;

{ment; | On Adhelm valgaunt man, the virtues doomsday The shepter swaynes in vayne theyr lees le

book. So foughte the Brystowe menne; ne one crevent, Ne onne abashed enthoughten for to flee;

Majestic as the grove of okes that stood With fallen Normans all the playne besprent, Before the abbie buylt by Oswald kynge; And lyke theyr leaders every man did slee; Majestic as Hybernies holie woode, [synge; In vayne on every syde the arrowes fled;

Where sainctes and soules departed masses The Brystowe menne styll ragd, for Alfwold was Such awe from her sweete looke forthe issuyoge not dead.

At once for reveraunce and love did calle; Manie meanwhile by Haroldes arm did falle,

Sweet as the voice of thraslarks in the spring, And Leofwyne and Gyrthe encreasd the slaype;

So sweet the wordes that from her lippes did "I'would take a Nestor's age to synge them all,

falle; Or telle how manie Normannes preste the

None fell in väyne; all shewed some entent; playne;

Her wordies did displaie her great entendement. But of the erles, whom record nete hath slayne,

Tapre as candles Jayde at Cuthberts shryne, O Truthe! for good of after-tymes relate

Tapre as elmes that Goodrickes abbie sbrore; That, thowe they're deade, theyr naines may Tapre as silver chalices for wine, lyve agayne,

So tapre was her armes and shape ygrove. And be in deathe, as they in life were, greate; As skyllful mynemenne by the stones above So after-ages maje theyr actions sce,

Can ken wbat metalle is ylach'd belowe, And like to them æternal alwaie stryve to be. So Kennewalcha's face ymade, for love,

The lovelie ymage of her soule did shewe; Adhelm, a knyghte, whose holie deathless sire For ever bended to St. Cuthbert's shiyne,

Thus was she outward form’d; the Sun her mind Whose breast for ever burnd with sacred fyre,

Did guilde, her mortal shape and all her charms

refin'd. And een onn erthe he myghte be calldyvine; To Cuthbert's church he dyd his goodes resygne, What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme, And lefte hys son his God's and fortunes What doughtie Homere shall hys praises synge, knyghte;

That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame His son the saincte behelde with looke adigne, Uncall’d, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge? Made him in gemot wyse, and great in fyghte; To his fayre shrine goode subjects oughte to Saincte Cuthberte dyd lim ayde in all hys bringe deedes,

[bleedes. The armes, the helmets, all the spoyles of warre, His friends he lets to lyve, and all his focinen Throwe everie reaulm the poets blazethe thynge, He married was to Kenewalchae faire,

And travelling merchants spredde hys name to

farre; The fynest dame the Sun or Moon adave;

The stoute Norwegians had his anlace felte, She was the mightie Aderedus heyre, Who was alreadie bast ynge to the grave;

And nowe among his foes dethe-doynge blowes he

delte, As the blue Bruton, rysinge from the wave, Like sea-gods seeme in most majestic guise, As when a wolfyn gettynge in the meedes And rounde abonte the risynge waters Jave, He rageth sore, and doth about hym slee, And their longe hayre arounde their bodie flies, Nowe here a talbot, there a lambkin bleeds, Such majestie was in her porte displaid,

And alle the grasse with clotted gore doth stree; To be excelid bie none but Homer's martial As when a rivlette rolls impetuouslie, (strayne, maid.

And breaks the bankes that would its force reWhite as the chaulkie clyffes of Brittaines isle,

Alonge the playne in fomynge ryuges doth flee, Red as the highest colourd Galiic wine,

Gaynste walles and hedges doth its course mainGaje as all nature at the mornynge smile,

tayne; Those hues with pleasaunce on her lippes com

As when a manne doth in a corne-field move, bine,

With ease at one felle stroke full mauie is laide

[skyne, Her lippes more redde than summer evenynge

lowe, Or Phæbus rysinge in a frostie morne, Her breste more white than snow in feeldes that

So manie, with such force, and with such ease, lyene,

Did Adhelm slaughtre on the bloudie playne; Or lillie lambes that never have been shorne,

Before hym manie dyd theyr hearts bloude lease, Swellynge like bubbles in a boillynge welle,

Ofttymes he foughte on towres of smokyoge Or new-braste brooklettes gently whyspringe in


Angillian felte his force, nor felte in vayne ; the delle.

He cut hym with his swerde athur the breaste; Browne as the fylberte droppyng from the shelle Out ran the bloude, and did hys arinoure stayde, Browne as the pappy ale at Hockiyde game, He clos'd his eyen in æternal reste;

doth goe.

Lyke a tall oke by tempeste borne awaie, Tis to far distaunte, and his onlie bedde Stretcbd in the armes of dethe upon the plaine Iwimpled in hys cloke ys on the playne, he laie.

Whyiste rattlynge thunder forrey oer his bedde,

And raines come down to wette hys harde uncoutliNext thro the ayre he sent his javlyn feerce,

Jie bedde. That on De Clearmoundes buckler did alyghte, Throwe the vaste orbe the sharpe pheone did A wondrous pyle of rugged mountaynes standes, peerce,


Placd on eche other in a dreare arraie, Rang on his coate of mayle and spente its It ne could be the worke of human handes, But soon another wingd its aiery Ayghte,

It ne was reared up bie menne of claie. The keen broad pheon to his lungs did goe; Here did the Brutons adoration paye He felle, and groand upon the place of lighte, To the false god whom they did Tauran name, Whilsi lyfe and bloude came issuynge from the Dightynge hysaltarre with greete fyres in Maie, blowe,

Roastynge theyr vyctualle round aboute the Like a tall pyne upon his native playne,

flame, So fell the mightie-ire and mingled with the slaine. 'Twas here that Hengyst did the Brytons slec, Hue de Longeville, a force doughtre mere,

As they were mette in council for to bee. Advauncyd forwarde to provoke the darte,

Neere on a loftie hylle a citie standes, When soon he founde that Adhelmes poynted

That lyftes yts scheafted heade ynto the skies, speere

And kynglie lookes arounde on lower landes, Had founde an easie passage to his hearte.

And the longe browne playne that before itte He drewe his bowe, nor was of dethe astarte,

lies. Then fell down brethlesse to encrease the corse; Herewarde, borne of parentes brave and wyse, But as he drewe hys bowe devoid of arte,

Within thys vylle fyrste adrewe the ayre, So it came down upon Troyvillains horse; (floe;

A blessynge to the Erthe sente from the skies, Deep thro hys hatchments wente the pointed

In anie kyngdom nee could fynde his pheer; Now here, now there, with rage bleedyng he rounde

Now rybbd in steele he rages yn the fyghite,

And sweeps whole armies to the reaulmes of nyghte. Nor does he hede his mastres known commands, Tyll, growen furiouse by his bloudie wounde,

So when derne Autumne wyth hys sailowe hande

Tares the green mantle from the lyined trees, Erect upon his hynder feete he staundes,

The leaves besprenged on the yellow strande And throwes hys mastre far off to the grounde. Near Adhelms feete the Norinanne laie astounde,

Flie in whole armies from the blataunte breeze;

Alle the whole fielde a carnage-howse he sees, Besprengd his arrowes, loosend was his sheelde,

And sowles unknelled hover'd oer the bloude; Thro his redde armoure, as he laie onsoond,

From place to place on either hand he slees, He peercd bis swerde, and out upon the feelde The Normannes bowels steemd, a deadlie syghte!

And sweepes alle neere hym lyke a bronded

floude; He opd and closd his eyen in everlastynge nyghte.

Dethe honge upon his arme; he sleed so mayat, Caverd, a Scot, who for the Normannes foughte, "Tis paste the pointel of a man to paynte, A mann well skilld in swerde and soundynge

Bryghte Sonne in haste han drove hys fierie strynge, Who fled his country for a crime enstrote,

wayne For darynge with bolde worde hys loiaule kynge,

A three howres course alonge the whited skyen, He at erle Aldhelme with grete force did flynge

Vewynge the swarthless bodies on the playne, An heavie javlyn, made for bloudie wounde,

And longed greetlie to plonce in the bryne. Alonge his sheelde askaunte the same did ringe,

For as hys beemes and far-stretchynge cyne Peered throthe corner, then stuck in the grounde;

Did view the pooles of gore yn purple sheene, So when the thonder rauttles in the skie, [fie.

The wolsomme vapours rounde hys lockes did Turo some tall spyre the shaftes in a torn clevis

And dyd disfyrure all hys semmlikeen; [twyne,

Then to harde actyon he hys wayne dyd rowse, Then addhelm hurld a croched jarlyn stronge,

In hyssynge ocean to make glair hys browes. With mighte that none but such grete championes know;

Duke Wyllyam gave commaunde, eche Norman Swifter than thoughte the javlyn past alonge,

knyghte, And hytte the Scut most feirelie on the prowe;

That beer war-token in a shielde so fyne, His helmet brasted at the thondring blowe, Shonid onward goe, and dare to closer fyghte Into his brain the tremblyn javlyn steck;

The Saxonne warryor, that dyd so entwine, From eyther syde the bloude began to flow, Lyke the neshe bryon and the eglantine, And run in circling ringlets rounde his neck; Orre Cornysh wrastlers at a Hochtyde game.

Down fell the warriour on the letbal strande, The Noriannes, all emarcbialld in a lyne, Lyke some tall vessel wreckt upon thetragicksande.

To the ourt arraic of the thight Saxonnes came;

There 'twas the whaped Normannes on a parre CONTINUED.

Dyd kuow that Saxonnes were the sonnes of warre. Where fruytless heathes and meadowes cladde in greie,

[ble heade, Oh Turgotte, wheresoeer thie spryte dothe Save where derne hawthornes reare theyr hum

haunte, The hungrie traveller upon his waie

Whither wyth thie lovd Adhelme by thie syde, Sees a huge desarte alle arounde hym spredde, Where thou mayste heare the swotie nyghte The distaunte citie scantlie to be spedde,

larke chaunte,

[glide, The curlynge force of smoke he sees in vayne, Orre wyth some mokynge brooklette swetelic


Or rowle in ferselie wythe ferse Severnes tyde,

So Alfwoulde he dyd to Campynon haste; Whereer thou art, come and my mynde enleeme

Hys bloudie bylle awhap'd the Normannes eyne; Wyth such greete thoughtes as dyd with thee

Hee fied, as wolfes when bie the talbots chacd, abyde, Thou sonne, of whom I oft have caught a beeme,

To bloudie byker he dyd ne enclyne. Send mee agayne a drybblette of thie lyghte,

Duke Wyllyam stroke hym on hys brigandyne,

And said; Campynon, is it thee I see? That I the deeds of Englyshmenne maie wryte.

Thee? who dydst actes of glorie so bewryen, Harold, who saw the Normannes to advaunce, Now poorlie come to hyde thieselfe bie mee? Seizd a huge byll, and layd hym down hys spere; Awaie! thou dogge, and acte a warriors parte, Soe dyd ech wite laie downe the broched launce, Or with mie swerde I'll perce thee to the harte. And groves of bylles did glitter in the ayre.

Betweene erle Alfwoulde and duke Wyllyam's Wyth showtes the Normannes did to battel


[bee, steere;

Campynon thoughte that nete but deathe coulde Campynon famous for his stature highe,

Seezed a huge swerde Morglaien yn his honde, Fyrеy wythe brasse, benetbe a shyrte of lere, In cloudie daie he reechd into the skie;

Mottrynge a praier to the Vyrgyne:

So hunted deere the dryvynge houndes will slee, Neere to kyng Harolde dyd he come alonge,

When theie dyscover they cannot escape; And drewe hys steele Morglaien sworde so stronge.

And feerful Jambkyns, when theie hunted bee, Thryce rounde hys heade hee swung hys anlace

Theyre ynfante hunters doe theie ofte aw hape; wyde,

Thus stoode Campynon, greete but hertlesse On whyche the Sunne his visage did agleeme,


(fyghte. Then straynynge, as hys membres would dy-When feere of dethe made hym for deathe to vyde,

Alfwoulde began to dyghte hymselfe for fyghte, Hee strokeon Haroldes sheeldein manner breme; Meanewhyle hys menne on everie syde dyd slee, Alonge the fielde it made an horrid cleembe, Whan on hys lyfted sheelde withe alle hys Coupeynge kyng Harolds payncted sheeld in

myghte twayne,

Campynon's swerde in burlie-brande dyd dree; Then yn the bloude the fierie swerdedyd steeme, Bewopen Alfwoulde fellen on his knee; And then dyd drive ynto the bloudie playne; Hys Brystowe menne came in hym for to sare;

So when in ayre the vapours do abounde, Eftsoons upgotten from the grounde was bee, Some thunderbolte tares trees and dryves ynto the And dyd agayne the touring Norman brave; grounde.

Hee graspd hys bylle in syke a drear arraie,

Hee seem'd a lyon catchynge at hys preie. Harolde upreer'd hys bylle, and furious sente A stroke, Iyke thondre, at the Normannes syde; Upon the Normannes brazen adventa yle Upon the playne the broken brasse besprente The thondrynge bill of mightie Alfwould came; Dyd ne hys bodie from dethe-doeynge hyde; It made a dentful bruse, and then dyd fayle; He tournyd backe, and dyd not there abyde; Fromme rattlynge weepons shotte a sparsWith straught oute sheelde hee ayenwarde did

lynge flame; goe,

[divide, Eftsoons agayne the thondrynge bill ycame, Threwe downe the Normannes, did their rankes Peers'd thro hys adventayle and skyrts of lare; To save himselfe lefte them unto the foe;

A tyde of purple gore came wyth the same, So olyphauntcs, in kingdomme of the Suune, As out hys bowells on the feelde it tare; When once provok'd doth throwe theyr owne Campynon felle, as when some cittie-walle troopes runne.

Inne dolefulle terrours on its mynours falle. Harolde, who ken'd hee was his armies staie, He felle, and dyd the Norman rankes dy vyde; Nedeynge the rede of generaul so wyse,

So when an oke”, that shotte ynto the skie, Byd Alfwouldc to Campynon haste awaie, Feeles the broad axes peersynge his broade syde, As thro the armie ayenwarde he hies,

Slowlie he falls and on the grounde doth lie, Swyfte as a feether'd takel Alfwoulde flies,

Pressynge all downe that is with hym anigte, The steele bylle blushynge oer wyth lukewarm And stoppynge wearie travellers on the waie; bloude;

So straught upon the playne the Norman hie Ten Kenters, ten Bristowans for th' emprize Hasted wyth Alfwoulde where Campynon stood,

Bled, gron'd and dyed: the Normanne knyghtes Who aynewarde went, whylste everie Normaune

astound knyghte

To see the bawsin champyon preste upon the Dyd blush to see their champyon put to flyghte.

grounde. As painctyd Bruton, when a wolfyn wylde,

As when the hygra of the Severne roars,
When ytiscale and blustrynge wyndes do blowe,

And thunders ugsom on the sandes below,
Enters hys bordelle, taketh hys yonge chylde,
And wyth his bloude bestreynts the lillie snowe,
He thoroughe mountayne bie and dale doth goe,

9 As when the mountain oak, or poplar tall, Throwe the quyck torrent of the bollen ave, Or pine, fit mast for some great admiral, Throwe Severne rollynge oer the sandes belowe

Groans to the oft-heaved axe with many a He skyms alofe, and blents the beatynge wave,

wound, Ne stynts, ne lagges the chace, tylle for hys egne Then spreads a length of ruin on the ground. In peecies hee the morthering theef doth chyne.

Pope's Homer,

The cleembe reboundes to Wedeceters shore, Adventaile, armour. C.
And sweeps the black sande rounde its borie Adygne, nervous ; worthy of praise. C.

Æterne, eternal.
So bremie Alfwoulde thro the warre dyd goe;

Affere, to affright or terrify. Hys Kenters and Brystowans slew ech syde,

Affraie, affright. C. Betreinted all alonge with bloudless foe,

Attraie, to fight, or engage in a fray. C. And seemd to swymm alonge with bloudie tyde; Affynd, related by marriage. Fromme place to place besmeard with bloud | Alleme, as fleme; to drive away, to affright. they went,

[sprente. After la goure, should probably be astrelagour; as. And rounde aboute them swarthless corse be- trologer. A famous Normanne who yclepd Aubene,

Agested, heaped up. Of skyll in bow, in tylte, and handesworde

Agguylte, offended.

Ayleeme, to shine upon. fyghte, That daie yn feelde han manie Saxons sleene,

Agrame, grievunce. C. Forre he in sothen was a manne of myghte;

Agreme, torture. C. Fyrste dyd his swerde on Adelgar alyghte,

Agreme, grievance. C. As he on horsebock was, and peersd hys gryne,

Agrosed, agrised; terrified. Then upward wente: in everlastynge nyghte

Agroted, See groted. Hee closd hys rollyng and dymsyghted eyne.

Agylted, offended. C. Next Eadlyn, Tatwyn, and fam'd Adelred,

Aidens, aidance. Bie various causes sunken to the dead.

Aiglintine, sweet-briar.

Ake, oak. C. But now to Alfwoulde he opposynge went,

Alans, hounds. To whom compar'd hee was a man of stre,

Alatche, accuse. And wyth bothe hondes a myghtie blowe he Aledge, idly. sente

Alenge, along At Alfwouldes head, as hard as hee could dree;

Alest, lest. But on hys payncted sheelde so bismarlie

Alestake, a may-pole. Aslaunte his swerde aid go ynto the grounde;

All a boon, a manner of asking a favour. C. Then Alfwould hym attack'd most furyouslie,

Allaie, was allayed or stopped. Allaic used as a verb Athrowe hys gaberdyne hee dvd him wounde,

neuter. Then soone agayne hys swerde heedyd upryne, Almer, beggar. C.

Alleyn, only. C.
And clove his creste and split hym to the eyne.

Alofe, alost.
Alse, else.
Alyche, like. C.

Alyne, across his shoulders, C.

Alyse, allow. C.

Ammate, destroy. C.

Amayld, enameled. C.

Amede, recompense. ABESSIE, humility. C.

Ameded, rewarded. C. Abest, humbled, or brought down.

Amenged, as menged, mixed. Aborne, burnished. C.

Amenused, diminished. C. Abounde, do service, or benefit.

Ametten, met with. Aboune, male ready. C.

Amield, ornamented, enamelled. C. Abredynge, upbraiding. C.

Arninge, among. Abrewe, brew.

Aneighe, neur. Abrudden, abruptly. C.

Aneste, against. Acale, freeze. C.

Anente, against. C. Accaie, assuuge. C.

Anere, another. C. Acbeke, choke. C.

Anete, annivilate. Achevinents, services. C.

Anie, as nie, nigh. Achments, achievements. C.

Anlace, an ancient sword. C. Acone, come.

Annethe, beneath. C. Acrool, faintly. C.

Antecedent, going before. Adave, dawned upon.

Applynges, grafted trees. C. apple trees. Adawe, awake.

Arace, divest. C. Adeene, worthily.

Arblaster, a cross-bow. Adente, fastened. C.

Arcublaster, a cross-bow. Adented, fustened, annered. C.

Arcublastries, cross-bowmen. Adented, indented, bruised.

Ardurous, burning. Aderne, cruel, fierce.

Ar-dynge, thinking. reading. 'qu. Adigne, noble, worthy.

Argentho.se, the arms of Kent. C. Adoe, delay.

Arist, arose. C. Adradde, afraid.

Armlace, accoutrement for the atins. Adrames, churls. C.

Arm vurbrace, a suit of armour. Adrewe, drew.

Arrow iede, path of the arrow.

Ascaunre, disclainfully. C. i Those words, whose significations were given Ascaunse, oblique'y. by Chatterton, have the letter C affixed to them.

Asenglave, a lance.

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