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AND "WTLLYAM OP CLOUDESLE. 141
The market place of mery Caerlel, They beset in that stound.
And as they loked them besyde,
A paire of new galowes ther thei see, n And the justice with a quest of swerers,
That had judged Cloudesle there hanged to be.
And Cloudesle hymselfe lay redy in a carte, Faste bounde both fote and hand,
And a stronge rop about hys necke, «
All readye for to be hangde.
The justice called to him a ladde, Cloudesle [s] clothes should he have,
To take the measure of that good yeman, And therafter to make hys grave. so
" I have seen as great a mearveile," said Cloudesli,
" As betwyene thys and pryme, He that maketh thys grave for me,
Himselfe may lye therin."
" Thou speakest proudli," saide the justice, as " I shall the hange with my hande : "
67, in, R. 68, in, C. 71, they.
72, squyers, R. 74, bounde, C. 76, to hang, R. 79, good, C.