And bad them mery to be.
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Full curteysly Robyn gan say;
Syr, haue this for your spendyng;
We shall mete another day;
‘Gramercy,’ than sayd our kynge.
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‘But well the greteth Edwarde, our kynge,
And sent to the his seale,
And byddeth the com to Notyngham,