Then they threw wyndowes and dores on him,
And so toke that good yeman.
38
There they hym bounde both hand and fote,
And in depe dongeon hym cast;
‘Now, Cloudesle,’ sayde the hye justice,
‘Thou shalt be hanged in hast.’
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‘One vow shal I make,’ sayde the sherife,
‘A payre of new galowes shall I for the make,