In his bedd where he did lye,
And when he came the queene before,
He fell downe low vpon his knee.
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‘Grant me a boone, my noble dame,
For Chrissts loue that dyed on tree;
Ffor I will goe fight with yond heathen soldan,
If you will bestowe the manhood on mee.’
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Then bespake this curteous queene,