The king of Provyns warns
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For why I wyll the saye, 917
Moche folke of that countre
Cometh heder for socoure to me,
Bothe by nyghte and by daye. 920
There is a gyaunte of grete renowne,
He destroyeth bothe cyte and towne
And all that he may. 923