pages» caft Mi eyes to that quarter, and feeing the kiijg purfuing his brother with his drawn fword, was thunderftruck, and not without reifon : he cried out for help, faying,—* My lord baa loft Ms feules : for God's fake lay hands on him •/ and then added, 1 Fly, lair nephew of Orleans : fly, or my lord will murder you.* The duke of Orleans was much frightened, and galloped as faft as his horfe could go, followed by knights and fquires. There were now great Ihoutings, infomuch that thole at a diftance thought they were hunting a wolf or hare until they learnt it was the king, who was not himfclf. The duke of Orleans, however, efcaped by making feveral turns, and was aided by knights^ fquires and men at arms, who furrounded the king, and allowed him to wafte his ftrcngth on them; for, of courfe, the more he exerted himfelf, the weaker he grew. When he made - a blow at any one knight or fquire, they fell before the . ftroke, and I never heard that in this fit of madnefs any one was killed. Several were ftruck down by his blows, èecaufe no one made any defence. At laft, when he was quite jaded and running down, with fwOrt, and his horfe in a lather from fatigue, a Norman knight, who was one of his chamber-lains, and much beloved by him, called fir Wil-liam Mattel, came behind, and caught him in his arms, though he had his fword ftill in his hand. When he was thus held, all the other lords came up, and took the fword from him : he was dif-mounted, and gently laid on the ground, * that his • C 4 jacket if