ANd after thys wyllyam bastarde reg∣ned his sonne wyllyam the Rous.
¶And thys wyllyam was a wonder contra∣ryous man to god and holy chyrche / and lete amēde & make the towne of Cardies / that the Paynems had destroyed. Thys kynge wyll¦yam destroyed holy chirche & theyr possessions in what parte he myght them fynde. And theyr fore there was so moche debate bytwene hym and the Archebyssop of Caunterbury Ancel∣mus. For by cause that he repreuyd hym of hys wyckednesse / that he destroyed holy chyr∣che. And for that cause the kynge bare to hym grete wrath. And so he exyled hym out of thys londe / & the Archebysshop went to the courte of Rome / & there dwelled with the pope / And this kynge made the newe forest / & caste dow¦ne & destroyed .xxvi. townes. & .lxxx. houses of Relygyon / all for to make his forest lenger and broder· And became wonder gladde & proude of his wood & of his forest. And nourysshed ye wylde beestes yt were within / that it was mer∣uayle for to wyte / so that men called hym ke∣per of wodes & of pastures. And the more len¦ger that he lyued / the more wycked he became both to god & to all holy chyrche & to all his mē ¶And this kynge lete make the grete halle of westmestre. So vpon a daye in the wytsonty¦de he helde therin his fyrste feest / and he loked hym aboute & sayd / that the halle was to lytell by the half deale. And at the laste he became so contraryous / that al thynge yt pleased god dys¦pleased hym / & all thynge that god loued / he ha¦ted deedly. ¶And so it befell that he dremyd vpon a nyght a lytell or that he deyed / that he was lete blood / and bledde a grete quantyte of blood / & a streme of blood lepte on hygh to war¦de heuen more than a hondred fadom and the clerenesse of the daye was torned vnto nyghte and derkenesse of the fyrmamente also ¶And whan that he a woke he hadde grete drede soo that he not wyst what for to do. And tolde his dreme to men of his counseyll and sayde that he had grete drede / and supposyd that to hym was some myscaunce to come. ¶And the se∣conde nyght before a monke dremyd of ye hou∣sholde / that the kynge wente in to a chyrche wyth moche people / & he was so prowde that he dyspysed all the people that were with hym & that he toke ye ymage of the Crucefire & sha∣mefully bote it with his teeth. And the Cruce¦fixe mekely suffred all that he dyde. But yer y•• kyng and as a wood man rente of the armes of the Crucefixe / & caste it vnder his feet / and defoylled it / and threwe it alle a brode / And •• grete fyre came out of the Crucefixe mouthe. Of whiche dreme many a man had grete mer¦uaylle and wonder. ¶The good mā that had dremyd this straunge dreme / tolde it to a kny∣ghte that was moost pryue wyth the kynge of all men / & the knyght was called Hamondes ¶Soone the mōke and he tolde the dremes to the kyng & sayd. That it sholde betoken other thynge than good / And neuertheles the kyng laughed ther at twyes or thryes / and lytell se••∣te therby / & thought that he wolde go & hunte / and playe in the forest. And men counseylled hym ye he shold not go ye day for no maner thin¦ge ne come in the wood / so that he abode at ho∣me before meete / But oonly as he had eten no man hym myght lette / but he wolde go vn¦to the wood for to haue his dysporce. ¶And so it befell that one of his knyghtes that hyght walter Tyrell / wold haue shot to a harre / and