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132 ADAM BEL, CLTM OF THE CLOtTGHE,
Up she rose and walked full styll,
Evel mote she spede therefoore, For she had not set no fote on ground
In seven yere before
She went unto the justice hall, b
As fast as she could hye ; " Thys nyght is come unto this town
TVyllyam of Cloudesle."
Thereof the iustice was full fayne,
And so was the shirife also ; ro
"Thou shalt not travaile hether, dame, for nought,
Thy meed thou shalt have or thou go."
They gave to her a ryght good goune, Of scarlat it was, as I heard sayne ;
She toke the gyft and home she wente, n
And couched her downe agayne.
They rysed the towne of mery Carlel,
In all the hast that they can, And came thronging to Wyllyames house,
As fast as they myght gone. so
Theyr they besette that good yeman,
Round about on every syde, Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes,
That heytherward they hyed.
62, spende. 71, fore.
74, saye. Percy reads, Of scarlate and of graine. |
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