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‘Marye, that’s ill hartinge,’ saies my lord Charlls Howeward,
‘Harye, to welcome a stranger to the sea;
I’le ether bringe thatt Scootte and his shippe toe England,
Or into Scootteland hee [’s] carrye me.’
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‘Well, since the matter is soe flatte,
Take heed, I’le tell yowe this before;
If yowe Sir Andrewe chance toe borde,
Let noe man toe his topcastle goe.