[Footnote 154: gladde.] To the Blake heth whanne they dyd atteyne, The Mair of prudence in especialle, Made them hove in renges tweyne, A strete betwen ech party lik a walle, Alle clad in whit, and the most principalle, A fore in red, with the[155] Mair rydyng, Til tyme that he saw the kyng comyng; [Footnote 155: theire.] Thanne with his sporys, he tok his hors anone, That to beholde it was a noble sight, How lyk a man he to the kyng is gone, Right well cheryd of herte, glad, and light; Obeienge to hym, as hym ought of right: And after that he cunningly abraid, And to the kyng even thus he sayd; "Sovereigne lord and noble kyng, ye be wolcome out of youre rem of Fraunce, into this youre blessyd rem of Ingelond, and in especial unto youre most notable Citee of London, otherwise callyd youre chambre, we thankynge Almyghty[156] God of the good and gracious athenyng of youre crowne of Fraunce, besechynge of his mercyful grace to sende yow prosperite and many yeris, to the comfort of alle your lovyng pepill.