And as they rode through many greate cuntre
This people of Gaule in stele armyd clene
They founded castels and many stronge cyte
Towarde rome they bilded Mylan and Sene
Vpon Talpies their armoure shone full shene
And sūme of theym vp to rome went
By very force and the cyte brent
Sūme partyd vp to the grekissh se
Had a custum to chese their dwellinge place
••y augurie as briddys dyd fle
Folowynge their flight they gan after trace
••oldynge their wey within a lytyll space
With mighty hande the boke doth specefie
They cam to a cuntre callyd pauonie
This folke of gaule which is called fraunce
To conquere londys put theym silf in prees
As moost notable peple of puissaunce
Folowynge the exaumple of their knightly encres
In their ridynge of worthy hercules
Which was worshiped in their actis marcyall
Lyke as a god and callyd immortall
Through grace of fortune in their chyualries
Conqueryd cuntrees alwey forth ridinge
Theym s••lf departinge in dyuers cūpanies
Who theym withstode they cōsumed by brennynge
Cam to Macedoyne where Ceraum was kinge
Of presumpcion wenynge it shulde auayle
Oute of ordenaunce he met theym in batayle
This Ceramyus of outrage and of pride
Dempt him able to mete with theym of fraunce
But for he was thrugh murdre an homicide
••el••••kyd grace and power in substaunce
Yit they of Gaule by prudent gouernaunce
Offred vnto him though he was recheles
With macedonoys for to trete of pes
But for presumpcion and malencolye
Ageyne his enmyes he the feelde hath take
And disconfited anone was his partye
His men gan flee and haue their lorde forsake
His hede smet of and set vpon a stake
But all his mischeef was to lyte in dede
To recompence his fraude and his falshede
There is no peyne ageyne so greate offence
May be deuised in no boke that men rede
Equiualent murdre to recompence
Duly to punissh so outraious a dede
Of him that made yonge children blede
As dyd Ceraum which of fals couetise
His cosyns slough as ye haue herde deuise
To thinke on murdre it is to foule a thinge
To god and man hatfull and terrible
The infernall fraude the deuelissh compassinge
To eche creature of nature is odible
Which to redresse is an Impossible
O cursed Ceraum I leue thy story here
Thy name nomore shall blot my papere