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the lord Tristram du Bos. They brought to them that kept the castle such tokens that they had the king of Navarre delivered into their hands, for the captain was not as then there ; and they brought him with great joy into the city of Amiens, where he was well received, and lighted at a canon's house, , who loved him entirely, called Guy Quieret and the king tarried there a fifteen days till he had so provided for himself that he was assured of the duke of Normandy, then regent of France: for the provost of the merchants of Paris had gotten him his peace of the duke and of them of Paris. And then the king of Navarre was brought to Paris by the lord John of Picquigny and by other burgesses of Amiens, whereas every man was glad to see him and the duke made him great feast and cheer ; for it behoved him so to do, for the provost and his sect exhorted him thereto : therefore the duke dissembled for the pleasure of the provost and other of Paris. CHAPTER CLXXXI How the king of Navarre preached solemnly in Paris. WHEN the king of Navarre had been a certain time in Paris, on a day he assembled together prelates, knights and clerks of the university and there he shewed openly among them in Latin in the presence of the duke of Normandy his complaint and griefs, and violence done to him wrongfully without right or reason, and said how there was none that ought to doubt in him, but that he would live and die in the defence of the realm of France and the crown thereof, as he was bound to do : for he was extraught of father and mother of the right line of France, and said, if he would challenge the realm and crown of France, he could shew by right how he was more nearer thereto than the king of England. His sermon and language was so pleasant that he was greatly praised, and so little and little he entered into the favour of them of Paris, so that he was better beloved there than the regent the duke of Normandy, and also with divers other cities in the realm of France. But whatsoever semblant the provost and they of Paris made to the king of Navarre, for all that the lord Philip of Navarre would never trust them, nor would not come to Paris, for he always said that in a commonalty there was never no certainty, but finally shame, rebuke and dishonour.


Of the beginning of the rising of the commons called Jaquery, in Beauvoisin.

ANON after the deliverance of the king of Navarre there began a marvellous tribulation in the realm of France, as in Beauvoisin, in Brie, on the river of Marne, in Laonnois, and about Soissons. For certain people of the common villages, without any head or ruler, assembled together in Beauvoisin. In the beginning they passed not a hundred in number: they said how the noblemen of the realm of France, knights and squires, shamed the realm, and that it should be a great wealth to destroy them all ; and each of them said it was true, and said all with one voice `Shame have he that doth not his power to destroy all the gentlemen of the realm ! ' Thus they gathered together without any other counsel, and without any armour saving with staves and knives, and so went to the house of a knight dwelling thereby, and brake up his house and slew the knight and the lady and all his children great and small and brent his house. And then they went to another castle, and took the knight thereof and bound him fast to a stake, and then violated his wife and his daughter before his face and then slew the lady and his daughter and all his other children, and then slew the knight by great torment and brent and beat down the castle. And so they did to divers other castles and good houses ; and they multiplied so that they were a six thousand, and ever as they went forward they increased, for such like as they were fell ever to them, so that every gentleman fled from them and took their wives and children .with them, and fled ten or twenty leagues off to be in surety, and left their houses void and their goods therein. These mischievous people thus assembled without captain or armour robbed, brent and slew

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