‘You ned not, madam,. . . .
I haae asked him already;
He will not lett you a singel mille ride,
For he is to dine we the markes of Huntly.’
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She called on her chamber-maid,
Sine on Jean, her gentelwoman:
‘Ye make my bed an tay up my head,
Vou’s me for his hear coming!’
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