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154 ADAH BEL, CLTH OP THE -CLOTJGHE,
And broke his parks, and slaine his dere;
Over all they chose the best; So perelous outlawes as they were, ra
Walked not by easte nor west.
When the kynge this letter had red,
In hys harte he syghed sore; " Take vp the table anone," he bad,
" For I may eate no more." iso
The kyng called hys best archars,
To the buttes with hym to go; " I wylle se these felowes shote," he sayd,
In the north have wrought this wo."
The kynges bowmen buske them blyve, 1&5
And the quenes archers also, So dyd these thre wyght yemen,
Wyth them they thought to go.
There twyse or thryse they shote about,
For to assay theyr hande ; iso
There was no shote these yemen shot, That any prycke might them stand.
Then spake Wyllyam of Cloudesle,
" By him that for me dyed, I hold hym never no good archar its
That shuteth at buttes so wyde." |
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