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The king by proclamation said,
If any hardy knight so
Could free this fair young royal maid,
And slay the dragon quite, Then should he have her for his bride,
And, after death, likewise His crown and kingdom too beside: s»
Saint George he won the prize.
When many hardy strokes he'd dealt,
And could not pierce his hide, He run his sword up to the hilt
In at the dragon's side; 100
By which he did his life destroy,
Which cheerM the drooping king; This caused an universal joy,
Sweet peals of bells did ring.
The daughter of a king, for pride 105
Transformed into a tree Of mulberries, Saint Denis spied,
And being hungery, Of that fair fruit he ate 'a part,
And was transformed likewise no
Into the fashion of a hart,
For seven years precise.
At which he long bewail'd the loss
Of manly shape: then goes To him his true and trusty horse, m
107, which Dennis.