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66 THE HEIR OF LINNE. |
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Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace, And all thy shame and sorrows end."
Sorely shent wi' this rebuke, 2s
Sorely shent was the heire of Linne ;
His heart, i-wis, was near to-brast
With guilt and sorrowe, shame and sinne.
Never a word spake the heire of Linne,
Never a word he spake but three : so
" This is a trusty friend indeed, And is right welcome unto mee."
Then round his necke the corde he drewe,
And sprang aloft with his bodie, When lo ! the ceiling burst in twaine, 35
And to the ground come tumbling hee.
Astonyed lay the heire of Linne, Ne knewe if he were live or dead:
At length he looked, and sawe a bille,
And in it a key of gold so redd. «
He took the bill, and lookt it on, Strait good comfort found he there:
Itt told him of a hole in the wall,
In which there stood three chests in-fere.
Two were full of the beaten golde, «
The third was full of white money; |
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