Thinking he shold be hanged by the rood.
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The k[ing] perceiuing him fearfully tremblinge,
Drew forth his sword, but nothing he said;
The miller downe did fall crying before them all,
Doubtinge the king wold cut of his head.
But he, his kind curtesie for to requite,
Gaue him great liuing, and dubd him a knight.
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When as our noble king came from Nottingam,