The rescue of Cloudesly by Adam Bell and Clym of the Clough may be compared with the rescue of Robin Hood by Little John and Much in _Robin Hood and the Monk_, stt. 61-81 (see pp. 107-110).

ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY

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Mery it was in grene forest Among the leves grene, Wher that men walke both east and west Wyth bowes and arrowes kene;

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To ryse the dere out of theyr denne; Suche sightes as hath ofte bene sene, As by thre yemen of the north countrey, By them it is as I meane.

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The one of them hight Adam Bel, The other Clym of the Clough, The thyrd was William of Cloudesly, An archer good ynough.

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They were outlawed for venyson, These thre yemen everychone; They swore them brethren upon a day, To Englyshe-wood for to gone.

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Now lith and lysten, gentylmen, And that of myrthes loveth to here; Two of them were single men, The third had a wedded fere.

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Wyllyam was the wedded man, Muche more then was hys care: He sayde to hys brethren upon a day, To Carlile he would fare,

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For to speke with fayre Alyce his wife, And with hys chyldren thre: 'By my trouth,' sayde Adam Bel, 'Not by the counsell of me:

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'For if ye go to Carlile, brother, And from thys wylde wode wende, If that the justice may you take, Your lyfe were at an ende.'

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'If that I come not to-morrowe, brother, By pryme to you agayne, Truste not els but that I am take, Or else that I am slayne.'

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He toke hys leave of hys brethren two, And to Carlel he is gone; There he knocked at his owne windowe Shortlye and anone.

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'Wher be you, fayre Alyce, my wyfe, And my chyldren three?

Lyghtly let in thyne husbande, Wyllyam of Cloudeslee.'

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'Alas!' then sayde fayre Alyce, And syghed wonderous sore, 'Thys place hath ben besette for you Thys halfe yere and more.'

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'Now am I here,' sayde Cloudeslee, 'I would that in I were.

Now feche us meate and drynke ynough, And let us make good chere.'

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She feched hym meate and drynke plenty, Lyke a true wedded wyfe; And pleased hym with that she had, Whome she loved as her lyfe.

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There lay an old wyfe in that place, A lytle besyde the fyre, Whych Wyllyam had found of cherytye More then seven yere.

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Up she rose, and walked full still, Evel mote shee spede therfore!

For she had not set no fote on ground In seven yere before.

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She went unto the justice hall, As fast as she could hye: 'Thys night is come unto this town Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'

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Thereof the justice was full fayne, And so was the shirife also: 'Thou shalt not travaile hither, dame, for nought, Thy meed thou shalt have er thou go.'

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They gave to her a ryght good goune, Of scarlat it was, as I heard sayne; She toke the gyft, and home she wente, And couched her doune agayne.

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They rysed the towne of mery Carlel, In all the hast that they can; And came thronging to Wyllyames house, As fast as they might gone.

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There they besette that good yeman Round about on every syde: Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes, That heyther-ward they hyed.

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Alyce opened a shot-windowe, And loked all aboute, She was ware of the justice and the shirife bothe, Wyth a full great route.

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'Alas! treason,' cryed Alyce, 'Ever wo may thou be!

Goe into my chamber, my husband,' she sayd, 'Swete Wyllyam of Cloudesle.'

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He toke his sweard and hys bucler, Hys bow and hys chyldren thre, And wente into hys strongest chamber, Where he thought surest to be.

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Fayre Alyce followed him as a lover true, With a pollaxe in her hande: 'He shall be deade that here cometh in Thys dore, while I may stand.'

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Cloudeslee bente a wel good bowe, That was of trusty tre, He smot the justise on the brest, That hys arowe brest in thre.

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'G.o.d's curse on his hart,' saide William, 'Thys day thy cote dyd on!

If it had ben no better then myne, It had gone nere thy bone.'

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'Yelde thee, Cloudesle,' sayd the justise, 'And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro.'

'G.o.d's curse on hys hart,' sayd fair Alyce, 'That my husband councelleth so.'

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'Set fyre on the house,' saide the sherife, 'Syth it wyll no better be, And brenne we therin William,' he saide, 'Hys wyfe and chyldren thre.'

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