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SIE ALDINGAK. 245
" If this be true, thou Aldingar,
The tyding thou tellest to me, Then will I make thee a rich, rich knight, 35
Eich both of golde and fee.
" But if it be false, Sir Aldingar,
A3 Clod nowe grant it bee! Thy body, I sweare by the holye rood,
Shall hang on the gallows tree." *>
He brought our king to the queenes chamber,
And opend to him the dore: " A lodlye love," King Harry says,
" For our queene," dame Elinore !
" If thou were a man, as thou art none, «
Here on my sword thoust dye ; But a payre of new gallowes shall be built,
And there shalt thou hang on hye.
Forth then hyed our king, iwysse,
And an angry man was hee, 50
And soone he found queene Elinore,
That bride so bright of blee.
" Now God you save, our queene, madame,
And Christ you save and see ! Here you have chosen a newe, newe love, «
And you will have none of mee.