I am so full of joy and of solas, 4358 That I defy both sweven and eke dream.” And with that word he flew down from the beam, For it was day, and eke his hennës all; And with a chuck he gan them for to call, For he had found a corn, lay in the yard. Royal he was, he was no more afear’d; He feather’d Partelotë twenty time, And as oft trode her, ere that it was prime. He looked as it were a grim lioún, And on his toes he roamed up and down; He deigned not to set his feet to ground; He chucked, when he had a corn y-found, And to him rannë then his wivës all. Thus royal, as a prince is in his hall, Leave I this Chanticleer in his pastúre; And after will I tell his áventúre.