‘I shall hange the with my hande:’
Full well that herde his bretheren two,
There styll as they dyd stande.
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Than Clowdysle cast hys eyen asyde,
And sawe hys bretheren stande,
At a corner of the market-place,
With theyr good bowes bent in theyr hand,
Redy the iustyce for to chase.
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