“Nay, but Mary is sonne,

That for us on the rode was done:

He be myn helpe for his mercye;

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For I the sey well sikerlye

That Mahoun hath no poweste

Nother to helpe the ne me.”

Quod the kyng, my frende so dere,

I wyll make a covenaunte here.

If thou myght the Geaunte sloo,