ABSTRACT
And home to Englande gan they ryde. To our kynge they tolde theyr tale to the ende, What that the Dolphyne dyde to them saye. I wyll hym thanke, than sayd the kynge, By the grace of God, yf I may. Yet by his owne mynde this Dolphyne bolde To our kynge he sent agaynne hastely, 40 And prayed him trews for to holde, For Jesus love that dyed on a tree. Nay, than sayd our comely kynge, For in Fraunce wyll I wynde, The Dolphyne angre I trust I shall, And suche a tenys ball I shall hym sen de That shall bere downe the hye rofe of his hall. ...
