The chronicle of Iohn Hardyng. Containing an account of public transactions from the earliest period of English history to the beginning of the reign of King Edward the Fourth. Together with the continuation by Richard Grafton, to the thirty fourth year of King Henry the Eighth. The former part collated with two manuscripts of the author's own time; the last, with Grafton's duplicate edition. To which are added a biographical and literary preface, and an index, by Henry Ellis.

The. CC.i. Chapiter.

¶ Howe Owen of Glendoure rose in Wales againe the king, and made warre on the lorde Gray Ruthin, and toke the lorde Graye and syr Edmonde Mortymer.

THe king came home and to London went At Michelmasse, wher thē he had message, That Owen Glendoure then felly blent [brent. edit. alt. MS.] In Englande sore [so.] , and did full great damage [outrage.] , For cause the lorde Graye helde his herytage; And to the kyng of it full sore had playned, No remedye gate, so was he then demeaned.

¶ The lorde Gray Ruthin [Riffyne.] did hym great wrong, Destroyed his lande, and he did hym the same, So both Marches destroyed were full longe; But Owen wanne him selfe eche day great name Of vasselrie [Walsherye.] , [of gentyls] [for gentilnes.] and [of] fame, That he them did, for whiche to him they drewe, And became his men & to him were full trewe.

¶ So on a daye the lorde Graye and he met With great power vpon eyther syde, [Fol. CC.] Where then they faught in batayle sore [full sore.] bet, And toke hym then his prysoner that tyde, And there the felde he had with mikyll pryde, Greate people toke and slewe, & home he went, The lorde Graye he raunsomed at his entent.

¶ Syr Edmonde then Mortimer warred sore Vpon Owen, and dyd hym mekyll tene,

But at laste [the laste.] Owen laye hym before, Where in batell they faught, as well was sene, Where Owen toke him prisoner [as then] ful kene, With mekell folke on eyther syde slayne, And set Edmonde in prysone and great payne.

¶ He wrote vnto the kyng for great socoure, For he had made with Owen his fynaunce, To whom y^e kyng wolde graunt then no fauoure, Ne nought he wolde thē make him cheuesaunce, For to comforte his foes disobeysaunce; Wherfore he laye in feters and sore prysone, For none payment of [than of.] his greate raunsone.