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112 THE TUENAMENT OP TOTENHAM.
And evel were they besene er they went thannes,
With swippyng of swipylles. The laddis were so wery forfozt, That thai myzt fyzt no more on loft, But creppid aboute in the crofte, no
As thei were crokid crypils.
Perkyn was so wery that he began to lowte: " Helpe, Hudde, I am ded in this ilke rowte ; An hors, for forty penys, a gode and a stoute, That I may liztly cum of my [noye] owte. its Ffor no cost wil I spare." He stert up as a snayle, And hent a capull be the tayle, And rauzt of Daukyn his flayle,
And wan hym a mare. iw
" Perkyn wan fyve, and Hudde wan twa. Glad and blith thai were that thei had don sa; Thai wolde have thaim to Tibbe, and present hir
with tha; The capuls were so wery that thei myzt not
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But stille can thei stonde. 1*1
" Alas ! " quod Hud, " my joye I lese: Me had lever then a ston of chese That dere Tibbe had alle these,
And wist hit were my sonde."
175. my noye. MS. H. myn one. Wright. |
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