No man on lyue leueth he.’ 962
‘Dere God,’ sayd Torente then,
‘Wher euer be that fendes den?’
They answered hym anone: 965
‘In a castell in the see,
Slogus’ they sayd ‘hyght he,
Many a man he hath slone. 968
We wote full well, where he doth ly
Byfore the cyte of Hungry,’
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