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THOMAS OP EESSELDODNE. |
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Scho sayde, " thu man, that ware folye ;
I praye the, Thomas, thu lat me bee; 70
Ffor I saye the full sekirlye,
That synne will fordoo all my beaute."
" Now lufly ladye rewe on mee, And I will euer more with the duelle; Here my trouthe I' plyghte to thee,' ?«
Wethir thu will in heuen or helle."
" Mane of molde, thu will me marre, But yitt thu sail hafe all thy will; And trowe it wele, thu chewys the werre, Ffor alle my beaute will thu spylle." so
Down than lyghte that lady bryghte, Vndir nethe that grene wode spraye ; And, als the storye tellis full ryghte, Seuen sythis by hir he laye.
Scho sayd, " man, the lykes thi playe : ss
What byrde in boure maye delle with the ? Thou merrys me all this longe daye; I pray the, Thomas, late me bee."
Thomas stode wpe in that stede,
And he byhelde that lady gaye; 90
Hir hare it hange all ouer hir hede,
Hir eghne semede owte, that are were graye. |
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