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'Soe shalt thou doe at my command
The litle fingar on thy right hand.'
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'Ere I wold leaue all this with thee,
Vpoon this ground I rather dyee.'
23
The gyant gaue Sir Lyonell such a blow,
The fyer out of his eyen did throw.
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He said then, 'if I were saffe and sound,
As with-in this hower I was in this ground,
25
'It shold be in the next towne told
How deare thy buffett it was sold;
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'And it shold haue beene in the next towne said
How well thy buffett it were paid.'
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'Take 40 daies into spite,
To heale thy wounds that beene soe wide.
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'When 40 dayes beene at an end,
Heere meete thou me both safe and sound.
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'And till thou come to me againe,
With me thoust leaue thy lady alone.
30
When 40 dayes was at an end,
Sir Lyonell of his wounds was healed sound.