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KING ESTMERE. 169
And aye that I cold but find the man, a»
Were able him to beate."
" Thou speakst proud words," sayd the paynim king,
" Thou harper, here to mee ; There is a man within this halle,
That will beate thy lad and thee." 210
" 0 lett that man come downe," he sayd,
" A sight of him wold I see; And whan hee hath beaten well my ladd,
Then he shall beate of mee."
Downe then came the kemperye man, as
And looked him in the eare ; For all the gold that was under heaven,
He durst not neigh him neare.
" And how nowe, kempe," sayd the kyng of Spayne,
" And how what aileth thee ? " 220
He sayes, " Itt is written in his forhead,
All and in gramarye, That for all the gold that is under heaven,
I dare not neigh him nye."
Kyng Estmere then pulled forth his harpe, 22.5 And played thereon so sweete: