‘Thy liffe lyes in my hand.’
53
‘How shold I yeeld me,’ sayes the King,
‘And thou art noe gentleman?’
‘Noe, by my troth,’ sayes Copland there,
‘I am but a poore yeaman.
54
‘What art thou better then I, Sir King?
Tell me if that thou can!
What art thou better then I, Sir King,