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‘Say me now, fayer) lady, belyve, [265]
Who owte of thys plase schall̴ me dryve,
Thes tourres, that are so bryght?’
Ther sche Seyd: ‘Be hevyn) kyng),
Here ys a gyant Dwellyng,
That meche ys of myght. [270]
Be my trowthe, and he the see,
Were ther) XX lyvys in) the,
Thy dethe than wyll̴ he dyght.