'Ye, douteless;' and she answerde, 'allas!
For, by that ilke lord that made me,
I nolde on-lyve han be,
After your deeth, to han be crowned quene
Of al the lond the sonne on shyneth shene.
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178. But with this selve swerd, which that here is,
My-selve I wolde have [slayn]!'—quod she tho;
'But [ho], for we han right y-now of this,
And late us ryse and streight to bedde go;