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AND ANDREW BROWNE. 105
Whereof his ladie nurse hard tell,"
And that it was a poysoned thing: She cryed, and called piteouslie'J 20
" Now help, or else the king shall die ! " Alas for woe,' &c.'
One Browne, that was an English man,
And hard the ladies piteous crye,' Out with his sword, and bestir'd him than, 25
Out of the doores in haste to flie ; But all the doores were made so fast, Out of a window he got at last.' Alas for woe, &c.
He met the bishop coming fast, so
Having the posset in his hande : The sight of Browne made him aghast,
"Who bad him stoutly staie and stand.' With him were two that ranne awa, For feare that Browne would make a fray. as Alas, for woe, &c.
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" Bishop," quoth Browne, " what hast thou there ? "
" Nothing at all, my friend," sayde he, " But a posset to make the king good cheere."
" Is it so ? " sayd Browne, " that will I'see. *> First I will have thyself begin, Before thou go any further in;
Be it weale or woe, it shall be so. This makes" a sorrowful heigh ho." |
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