Bie thee, Seyncte Marie, and thy Sonne I sweare,
    Thatt ynn whatte place yonn doughtie knyghte shall fall
    Anethe[123] the stronge push of mie straught[124] out speere,
    There schalle aryse a hallie[125] chyrches walle,
    The whyche, ynn honnoure, I wylle Marye calle, 145
    Wythe pillars large, and spyre full hyghe and rounde. 
    And thys I faifullie[126] wylle stonde to all,
    Gyff yonderr straungerr falleth to the grounde. 
    Straungerr, bee boune[127]; I champyonn[128] you to warre. 
    Sounde, sounde the flughornes, to bee hearde fromm farre. 150
      [Bourtonne & the Straungerr tylt.  Straunger falleth.

KYNGE.

The Mornynge Tyltes now cease.

HERAWDE.

                               Bourtonne ys kynge. 
    Dysplaie the Englyshe bannorre onn the tente;
    Rounde hymm, yee mynstrelles, songs of achments[129] synge;
    Yee Herawdes, getherr upp the speeres besprente[130];
    To Kynge of Tourney-tylte bee all knees bente. 155
    Dames faire and gentle, forr youre loves hee foughte;
    Forr you the longe tylte-launce, the swerde hee shente[131];
    Hee joustedd, alleine[132] havynge you ynn thoughte. 
    Comme, mynstrelles, sound the strynge, goe onn eche syde,
    Whylest hee untoe the Kynge ynn state doe ryde. 160

  MYNSTRELLES.

    Whann Battayle, smethynge[133] wythe new quickenn’d gore,
    Bendynge wythe spoiles, and bloddie droppynge hedde,
    Dydd the merke[134] woode of ethe[135] and rest explore,
    Seekeynge to lie onn Pleasures downie bedde,
      Pleasure, dauncyng fromm her wode, 165
      Wreathedd wythe floures of aiglintine,
      Fromm hys vysage washedd the bloude,
      Hylte[136] hys swerde and gaberdyne.

    Wythe syke an eyne shee swotelie[137] hymm dydd view,
    Dydd foe ycorvenn[138] everrie shape to joie, 170
    Hys spryte dydd chaunge untoe anodherr hue,
    Hys armes, ne spoyles, mote anie thoughts emploie. 
      All delyghtsomme and contente,
      Fyre enshotynge[139] fromm hys eyne,
      Ynn hys arms hee dydd herr hente[140], 175
      Lyche the merk[141]-plante doe entwyne. 
      Soe, gyff thou lovest Pleasure and herr trayne,
      Onknowlachynge[142] ynn whatt place herr to fynde,
      Thys rule yspende[143], and ynn thie mynde retayne;
      Seeke Honnoure fyrste, and Pleasaunce lies behynde. 180

[Footnote 1:  sport, or play.]

[Footnote 2:  bounded, or measured.]

[Footnote 3:  curiously devised.]

[Footnote 4:  fancys or devices.]

[Footnote 5:  painted, or displayed.]

[Footnote 6:  fiery.]