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AND WYLLYAM OF CLOUDESLE. 131
He toke hys leave of his brethren two,
And to Carlel he is gon ; There he knocked at hys owne windowe,
Shortlye and anone. to
" Where be you, fayre Alyce, my wyfe,
And my chyldren three ? Lyghtly let in thyne owne husbande,
Wyllyam of Cloudesle."
" Alas !" then sayde fayre Alyce, «
And syghed wonderous sore, " Thys place hath ben besette for you,
Thys half yere and more."
" Now am I here," sayde Cloudesle,
" I woulde that I in were :— so
Now feche us meate and drynke ynoughe, And let us make good chere."
She fetched him meat and drynke plenty,
Lyke a true wedded wyfe, And pleased hym wyth that she had, m
Whome she loved as her lyfe.
There lay an old wyfe in that place,
A lytle besyde the fyre, Whych Wyllyam had found, of cherytye,
More then seven yere. a) |
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41, your. |
50, In woulde. |
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