For his part of the pelf, and the pown wrong.
There shall much ſorrow and ſtrife ſtir them once,
That shall the Sterlings trouble, that ſtirs with wings:
An hare with an Hurchen and the hind calf.
Shall hie them in holy land hold them therein
While a grey hound them grype, on the Greek ſea,
And go with them grievouſly, where him leif likes;
There shall no gaming them glee, while the grey hound
Gryp the grey hound, and grieve him full ſore,
And buffet him bitterly, then bite him with war.
Go muſing upon Merling, more if thou wilt,
For I mean for no more, man at this time.
Then I ſtudied ſtood and him held:
Then he could ſturdily ſtir with his broad eyes;
But I couth further this fraine, for his father's ſoul?
If ever Frieck on this fold formed himſelf,
That he should witter me ſome way if he wiſt ought
What of this world and this war should after betide;
Then as a lyon he looked me on,
Like as he leep would and rent me in ſunder.
He ſaid, weens thou Waldhave, I win into heaven
That I may in this world all my wit have?
No, thou getſt that of God, their gains none other,
To whom he gives the grace they are of good life?
But this tale that I tell you, ye shall truſt it well.
It is tratling, but truth, the ſooth thee to ſay,
I moved into my mind how the ſooth ſtands;
Muſe on as thou may, the matter thou fraines,
Thou ſins if thou frienes fraind farther I tell,
I have enough Waldhave my way for to make;
Here in wilderneſs I dwell, my weird for to dree.
Waldhave conjured this Spirit, to ſhew much more of ſundry things to come as followeth.
BUT ſome, what shall I ſay, as ſooth as I heard,
Amongſt figes unfound that over ſooth is:
Three mares of the Mars, shall marry themſelves,
With the mertrickes of Mar, that they much love.
Thoſe brime beaſts wild, shall bite full bold,
To baile and to barret bairns anew.
