‘Take that, chylde,’ he sayde, ‘to thy dynner,
And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.’
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‘Now go we hence,’ sayed these wight yong men,
Tary we no lenger here;
We shall hym borowe, by Gods grace,
Though we bye it full dere.’
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To Caerlel went these good yemen,
In a mery mornyng of Maye: