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¶How Passent that was Vortigers sone and the kynge Guillomer came in to thys londe / and how a traytour that was called Cappa enpoysoned y^e kynge Aurilambros.

ANd men shall vnderstonde that Pas∣sent that was Vortigers sone lyued y^e same tyme / and came in to thys londe wyth a grete power / and arryued in the north coūtre & wolde be auēged of his faders deth Vortiger and strongely trusted vpon the company that he had brought wyth hym out of the londe of Germayne / and had conquered all the North countree vnto yorke. ¶And whan kynge Au∣rilambros herde this he assemled a grete pow¦er of Brytons & went for to fyght with passēt & he dyscomfyted Passent & all his peple. but Passent escaped thens with some of his men / & fledde thens in to Irlonde & come to kynge Guillomer & prayed hym of helpe and socour. The kynge graūted hym with good wyll and sayde / that he wolde helpe hym / vppon that couenaunt that I my selfe muste go with you with all my power in to brytayne. And I wol∣de me aduenge vpon the Broytons the rather for they came in to my londe & toke the stones with strength that is called Gyauntes karoll ¶The kyng Guillomer lete ordeyne his ship¦pes & went to the see with .xv. thousāde men

and arryued in walys & began to robbe / & mo¦che sorowe he dyde. ¶It befell so that kynge Aurilambros laye syke at wynchestre / & my∣ghte not helpe hym self. So that he sente in his name Vter his brother with a power to helpe walys. And thyther warde he went as moche as he myght. ¶The kynge of Irlonde & Pas∣sente herde telle that Aurilambros was syke / & to hym there came a Sarrasyn that was cal∣led Cappa & sayde. Syre dwelle ye here all in peas with your host & I behyght you thorugh my quayntesye y^e I shall slee the kynge Auri¦lambros that is syke. Thenne sayd Passent / yf ye doo so I shall you rychely auaunce. The traytour Cappa put vpon hym an habyte of relygyon / & lete shaue hym a brode crowne & came vnto the kynges courte / and sayde that he wolde help•• the kynge of his malady. Tho sayd the traytour Cappa vnto the kyng. Syr be of good comforte. For I shall yeue you su∣che a medicyne that ye shalle swete anōe ryght & lyste to slepe & haue good reste. And the tray∣tour yaaf hym suche poyson to slepe anone ry¦ghte / & deyed in hys slepynge. And y^e traytour sayd y^t he wolde go out to the felde tyll he were awaked / & so escaped he awaye. For no man had to hym suspeccyon / for by cause of his ha∣byte that he was clothed ī / & also for hys brode shauen crowne. But whan the kynges men wyste that he was deed / they became wonder sory / and faste soughte the traytoure / but they myghte not fynde hym· For y^e Cappa torned ayen vnto the hoste frem whes y^t he came.