See here this Piteous Work. These were the Feathers of Sharpbek my Wife.

 

Capitulo viiij. How Corbant the Rook complained about the Fox for the death of his wife.

Right as the Cony had made an end of his complaint
came Corbant the Rook flying to that place
before the King
and said

dear lord
hear me
I bring you here a piteous complaint

I went today by the morrow
with Sharpbek my wife
for the play upon the heath
and there lay Reynard the Fox
down on the ground 
like a dead caitiff
his eyes stared
and his tongue hung long out
of his mouth
like a hound had been killed
we tasted and felt his belly
but we found thereon no life
then went my wife
and harkened
and laid her ear before his mouth
for the to wit if he drew his breath
which misfell her evil
for the false fell fox awaited well his time
and when he saw her so nigh him
he caught her by the head and bit it off
then was I in great sorrow
and cried loud
alas, alas what is there happened?
then stood he hastily up
and lunged so covetously after me
that for fear of death I trembled
and flew upon a tree thereby
and saw from far 
how the false caitiff eat 
and tore her apart so hungrily
that he left neither flesh nor bone
no more but a few feathers
the small feathers he cast asunder with the flesh
he was so hungry
he would well have eaten twain
then he went his way

then flew I down with great sorrow
and gathered up the feathers
for to show them to you here
I would not be again in such peril and fear
as I was there for a thousand mark
of the finest gold
that ever came out of Araby
my lord the King
see here this piteous work
these were the feathers of Sharpbek my wife
my lord
if ye will have worship
ye must do herefore justice
and avenge you in such wise
as men may fear and hold of you
for if ye suffer thus your safe-conduct to be broken
ye yourself shall not go peaceably in the highway
for though lords that do not justice
and suffer that the law be not executed 
upon thieves, murderers
and them that misdo
they be partners before God 
of all their misdeeds and trespasses
and every each then will be a lord himself
dear lord
see well thus to keep yourself