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BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS. 101 |
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" Now let us goe back, Douglas," he sayd, "A sickness hath taken yond faire ladle;
If ought befall yond lady but good, '«
Then blamed for ever I shall bee."
" Come on, come on, my lord," he sayes, " Come on, come on, and let her bee;
There's ladyes enow in Lough-leven
For to cheere that gay ladle." ■*>
" If you'll not tume yourself, my lord, Let me goe with my chamberlaine;
We will but comfort that faire laity, And wee-will return to you againe.*
" Come on, come on, my lord," he sayes, iss,
" Come on, come on, and let her bee;,
My sister is craflye, and wold beguile. A.thousand such as you. and mee,','
" When they had sayled fifty myle,
Now fifty mile upon the.sea, ia>
Hee sent his man to ask the Douglas,
When they, shold that shooting see."
" Faire words," quothhe, " they make fooles faine, And that by thee and thy lord is seen;
You may hap to thinke itt soone enough, i«
Ere you that, shooting reach, I. ween." |
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