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AND ■WTLLYAM OF CLOUDESLE. 137
" Alas !" then sayde that lytle boye,
" Ye tary here all to longe ; Cloudesle is taken and dampned to death,
All readye for to honge."
" Alas !" then sayde good Adam Bell, ias
" That ever we see thys daye ! He myght her with us have dwelled,
So ofte as we dyd him praye !
" He myght have taryed in grene foreste, Under the shadowes sheene, 190
And have kepte both hym and us in reaste, Out of trouble and teene !"
Adam bent a ryght good bow, A great hart sone had he slayne ;
" Take that, chylde," he sayde, " to thy dynner, And bryng me myne arrowe agayne." ise
" Now go we hence," sayed these wight yong men,
" Tary we no lenger here ; "We shall hym borowe, by gods grace,
Though we bye it full dere." 200
To Caerlel went these good yemen,
On a mery mornyng of Maye : Here is a fyt of Cloudesli,
And another is for to saye. 201, Cyerlel. |
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