THE next Letenes tide Sir Lowys went his way,
No langere wild he bide, for þing þat men mot say,
With erles & barouns, with knyghtes gode of plight,
Als suilk prince of renoun felle to haf þorgh right.
He hied him fulle ȝare toward þe Grekis se,
þank God his gode fare, whan he schipped suld be.
Withouten any hime þe wynde gan him driue
Untille þe lond of [Sic MS. Rectius, Tune, (i.e. Tunes, sive Thounes, ut in Codd. Gall.)] time, & þer he gan vp ariue.
þe Sarazins to destroie fulle nobilly he gan,
þe Cristendam mot it noie þe dede of suilk a man.
[Mout fu grant damage, qe viuer ne poayt, Mort le prist, allas! sa vie terminayt, MSS. Gall.] Long dured he nouht, siþen he comen was,
Bot þat God wille haf wrouht els his dede, allas!
THE next heruest folowand Edward was fulle ȝare,
Bi Rome he went þat land, with þe pape spak he þare.
Siþen in Cezile alle þe wyntere he lay, [Iter arri|puit versus terram sanctam.]
þe somer com in a while, & he went on his way,
In þe se sailand to [Sic etiam & hoc loco MS. nostr. Angl. at Tune potius legend. Nam. Tunes sive Tounes in Codd. Gall.] time, & whan he com to lond
Tiþing com him vntime, Sir Lowys dede he fond.
þer duelled he no more, tille Acres went our kyng,
þe Cristen þat þer wore wer fayn of his comyng.
Grete folk of Frisland, þat to Acres were comen,
Tille him þei were willand, for lord þei alle him nomen.
þe oste was sprede fulle wide, about Acres þat lay,
Alle paemie þat tide was in grete affray.
