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140 ADAM BEL, CLTM OF THE CLOUGHE,
He opened the gate full shortlye, An evyl openyng for him.
" Now are we in," sayde Adam Bell, «
" Thereof we are full faine, But Christ knoweth that harowed hell,
How we shall com out agayne."
" Had we the keys," said Clim of the Clough, " Ryght wel then shoulde we spede ; «>
Then might we come out wel ynough, When we se tyme and nede."
They called the porter to a counsell,
And wrange hys necke in two, And caste him in a depe dongeon, «s
And toke hys keys hym fro.
" Now am I porter," sayde Adam Bel, " Se, brother, the keys haue we here ;
The worst porter to merry Caerlel,
That ye had thys hundred yere. eo
" And now wyll we our bowes bend,
Into the towne wyll we go, For to delyver our dere brother,
That ly veth in care and wo."
[And thereupon] they bent theyr bowes, es And loked theyr stringes were round; il, knows, R. 60, shaulde. 53, a, C. (Collier.) |
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