He sett the swords poynt till his brest,
The pummil untill a stone:[136]
Throw the falsenesse of that lither ladd,
These three lives werne all gone. 100
FOOTNOTES:
[93] [Ver. 4. where cappe and candle yoode, MS.]
[94] V. 6. wood, MS.
[95] [V. 8. sayd shee, MS.]
[96] [V. 9. saide, strike.]
[97] [cease.]
[98] [V. 11. over this.]
[99] [well may be thine.]