King Sigebert, and art thou he indeede?
Sith he thou art, dispacth and make thy wyl;
For to my lorde this day I wyl present
Thy head: therefore thy former faultes repent,
Thou seest the blocke on which thy lyfe must ende,
Call thou for grace that God may mercie send.”
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Wherewith he kneelyng by the blocke of bale,
“Dispatch,” quoth he, “and do that friendly deede:
O welcome death, and farewel fortune fraile,