A span aboue his knee;

S[ay]s, Beare me ore againe, thou cutted f[ryer]

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. . . . . . .

. . . . . . .

. . . . . good bowmen

[C]ame raking all on a rowe.

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‘I beshrew thy head,’ said the cutted ffriar,