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A loud laughter the lady laught,
O Lord! she smiled merrylie;
She sayd, I may praise my heauenly king
That euer I seene this vile traytor die.
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Then bespake the Duke of France,
Vnto the right Lord of Learne sayd he there;
Says, Lord of Learne, if thou wilt marry my daught[er]
I’le mend thy liuing fiue hundred a yeere.