11
She said, 'I will sitt in this tree
Till my friends doe feitch me.'
12
'Tell me, lady, and doe not misse,
Where that your friends dwellings is.'
13
'Downe,' shee said, 'in yonder towne,
There dwells my freinds of great renowne.'
14
Says, 'Lady, Ile ryde into yonder towne
And see wether your friends beene bowne.
15
'I my self wilbe the formost man
That shall come, lady, to feitch you home.'
16
But as he rode then by the way,
He thought it shame to goe away;
17
And vmbethought him of a wile,
How he might that wilde bore beguile.
18
'Sir Egrabell,' he said, 'my father was;
He neuer left lady in such a case;
19
'Noe more will I' ...
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20
'And a[fter] that thou shalt doe mee
Thy hawkes and thy lease alsoe.