And then bespake him noble King Harrye,
These were the words said hee;
Saith, I’le make mine avow to God,
And alsoe to the Trinitye,
There shall neuer be king of England
But the shalbe miller of the mills of Dee!
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I haue noe other thing, Egerton,
That wilbe for thy delight;
I will giue thee the forrest of Snoden in Wales,