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“And, is thy lord,” quoth I, “a sorcerer?

A wise man now become a dreame reader?

What though so Chaunteclere crowed? I reke it not:

On my part pled’th[1420] as well dame Partelot:

Uniudgde hangth yet the case betwixt them tway,

Ne was his dreame cause of his hap I say:

Shall dreming doubts from prince my seruing[1421] slacke?

Nay, then mought[1422] Hastings lyfe and liuing lacke.”

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