He durst goo no fote,
Lest they wold hyme sla. [240]
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Torrant stod and be-held,
And prayd to god, that ale may wyld,
To send hyme harborrow good.
Sone hard he within a whalle
The syghyng of a lady smalle, [245]
Sche weppte, as sche were wod;
Sche mornyd sore and sayd: ‘Alas,