123. He lap: strack.
124. And he gave false F.
131. Oh, hold your hand, J. H., he said.
Between 132 and 133:
‘Were it not for the spilling of my noble blood,
And the shaming of my noble kin.
‘Oh, hold your hand, James Hatelie,’ he said,
‘Oh, hold your hand, and let me be.’
133. For I’m the man that stole the jewels.
134. And a: it was. 141. Then up bespoke.