CHAPTER LIX.
Now and for whych thynge hit was, that the kynges sonnes trauaille, and har mochel costes, at thys tyme ne sped nat as tham ogh, hyt ys non̛ harme thegh me her̛ sette; for thegℏ of thynge that ys I-past ne be no remedy, natheles, of thynge that ys to come, me may be war̛ by ensample of har̛ dede. Whan the kynges sone was Icome to lond at Waterford, theder̛ come to hym Iresshe-men̛ of the contray, rych men̛, and of pees trew hym besoght, & made hym grete gladnesshe as hare lord, & profred hym to kyssen̛. Thay anoon ryght of tho new men̛, & namely of the Normannes, weren̛ shame-fully receyued, & lothly I-hokred, & by the berdes—whych, yn the maner of the contrey, they hadden̛ grete & long—some of ham shamly weren̛ I-shaken̛ & I-draw. As sone as thay comen to har̛ owne, wyth al that thay hadden thay wyth-drowen ham, & left the contrey & wenten to the kynge of Thomon̛, and hym told, & also the kynge of desmon̛ & the kynge of Connaght, what thay hadd receyued & found wyth the kynges sone. ¶ A yonglynge al wyth yonglynges gouerned; & by yonge men̛ rede, al he wroght; no wytte ne no staluarthnesse wyth hym was found; no sekernese ne trouth to Iresshemen̛, thayr south nat behete. Whan̛ tythynges her̛-of was I-spronge, thay thre cheftayns of Irland that wer̛ ther̛ redy to come to the kynges sone, & ham to hym, & do hym homage, thay thogthten that, aftyr̛ thay smal harmes, wolden̛ come more; & whan̛ me such thynge dydde to good men̛ & meke, wel wors me wold do the prouth & the vnbuxum. Thay toke ham to rede, & sworr̛ to-gedder̛ that thay wolden̛ vpon har̛ lyues wythstond the ryghtes of har̛ old fredomes, & defende, for to be al to-hewen̛. And for that thay shold [From this line to the end of the page, the ends of the lines are missing, the corner of the page being torn off.] this thyng the better to end brynge, thay