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GLASGERION. |
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And soe did hee in the queens chainbere, s Till ladies waxed wood,
And then bespake the kinges daughter, And these wordes thus shee sayd:—
" Strike on, strike on, Glasgerion,
Of thy striking doe not blinne ; 10
Theres never a stroke comes oer thy harpe,
But it glads my hart withinne."
j " Faire might him fall, ladye," quoth hee,
" Who taught you nowe to speake! I have loved you, ladye, seven longe yeere, is
My harte I neere durst breake."
" But come to my bower, my Glasgerion,
When all men are att rest: As I am a ladie true of my promise,
Thou shalt bee a welcome guest." 20
Home then came Glasgerion,
A glad man, lord ! was hee: " And, come thou hither, Jacke my boy,
Come hither unto mee.
" For the kinges daughter of Normandye -x
Hath granted mee my boone; And att her chambere must I bee
Beffore the cocke have crowen." |
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13, him fall. |
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