There was touch • preffing at this time, through feagernefs to take the king; and thofe who wen Beared to him, and knew him, cried out, 4 Sur* render yourfelf furrender yourfelf, or you are s dead man/ In that part of the field was a young knight from St. Omer, who was engaged by a falary in the fervice of the king of England ; his name wsis Denys de Morbeque ; who for five years had attached himfelf to the Engliih, on account of having been banifhed in his younger days from France for à murder committed in an affray at St. Omer. It fortunately happened for this knight that he was at the time near to the king of France; when he was fo much pulled about ; hç, by dint of force, for he was very ftrong and robuft, pufhed through the crowd and faid to the king in good French, € Sire, fire, furrender yourfelf/ The king who found himfelf very difagreeably fituàted, turn* ing to him, aiked, r To whom fhall I furrender myfelf : to whom ? Where is my Coufin the prince of Wales ? if I could fee hinij I would fpeak to him/ r Sire/ replied Sir Denys, 'he is not here ; but furrender yoiirfelf to me, and I will lead you to him/ . ' Who are you ?' faid the king. "r Sire, I am Denys de Morbeque, a knight from Artois; but "I ferve the king of England, becaufe I cannot belong to France, having forfeited all I poffeffed there/ The king then gave him his right hand glove, and faid, € I furrender myfelf to you/ There was much crowding and pufhing about, for every one WÏS eager to cry out, € I have taken him/ Neither the king nor his youngeft fon Philip were VoiuII. Z 1 able S3T