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148 ADAM BEL, CLTM OF THE CLOTJGHE,
Then went they down into a launde,
These noble archares all thre, ao
Eche of them slew a hart of greece, The best they could there se.
" Have here the best, Alyce my wife,"
Sayde Wyllyam of Cloudesle, " By cause ye so bouldly stod by me, a»
When I was slayne full nye."
Then went they to supper,
Wyth suche meat as they had, And thanked God of ther fortune ;
They were both mery and glad. a
And when they had supped well,
Certayne without any leace, Cloudesle sayd, " We wyll to our kyng,
To get us a charter of peace.
"Alyce shall be at sojournyng, «
In a nunry here besyde; My tow sonnes shall wyth her go,
And ther they shall abyde.
" Myne eldest son shall go wyth me,
For hym have I no care, »
And he shall breng you worde agayn How that we do fare."
31, graece. 37, wheat. 45, at our, K. 51, you breng, R. |
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