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AND WTLLTAM OP CLOUDESLE. 139
" Who is there nowe," sayde the porter, " That maketh all thys knocking ?
" We be tow messengers," sayde Clim of the Clough, "Be comen streyght from our kyng."
" We haue a letter," sayd Adam Bel, v>
" To the justice we must it bryng ;
Let us in, our messag to do,
That we were agayne to our kyng."
" Here commeth no man in," sayd the porter, " By hym that dyed on a tre, »>
Tyll a false thefe be hanged, Called Wyllyam of Cloudesle."
Then spake the good yeman Clym of the Clough,
And swore by Mary fre, " And if that we stande longe wythout, 35
Lyke a thefe hanged shalt thou be.
" Lo here we have the kynges seale ;
What! lordeyne, art thou wode ? " The porter went it had ben so,
And lyghtly dyd of hys hode. *>
" Welcome be my lordes seale," he saide, " For that ye shall come in : "
24, come ryght. E. 26, me.
29, none. B. 30, Be . . . upon. E.