Shee kneeled low downe on her knee.
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‘A boone, a boone, my leege!’ shee sayes,
‘Ffor Gods loue grant itt mee!’
‘What is thy boone, Lady Butler?
Or what wold thou haue of mee?
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‘What is thy boone, Lady Butler?
Or what wold thou haue of mee?’
‘That ffalse Peeres of Lee, and my brother Stanley,