A wache I dare well saye;
So was he ware on the noble Perssy,
In the dawnyng of the daye.
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He prycked to hys pavyleon-dore,
As faste as he myght ronne;
‘Awaken, Dowglas,’ cryed the knyght,
‘For hys love that syttes in trone.
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‘Awaken, Dowglas,’ cryed the knyght,