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A LYTELL GESTE OP EOBYN HODE. 61
With that cam in a fat-heded monke,
The heygh selerer. «
" He is dede or hanged," sayd the monke,
" By god that bought me dere, Aud we shall have to spende in this place
Foure hondred pounde by yere."
The abbot and the hy selerer, «
Sterte forthe full bolde, The high justyce of Englonde
The abbot there dyde holde.
The hye justyce and many mo
Had take into their honde a>
Holy all the knyghtes det,
To put that knyght to wronge.
They demed the knyght wonder sore,
The abbot and hys meyne: " But he come this ylke day s»
Dysheryte shall he be."
" He wyll not come yet," sayd the justyce,
" I dare well undertake;" But in sorowe tyme for them all
The knyght came to the gate. en
Than bespake that gentyll knyght Untyll hys meyne, |
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