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150 ADAM BEL, CLTST OP THE CLOUGHE,
The[y] sayed, " Lord, we beseche the here,
That ye wyll graunt us grace, For we haue slaine your fat falow der,
In many a sondry place." so
" What be your nam[e]s ? " then said our king,
"Anone that you tell me: They sayd, "Adam Bel, Clim of the Clough,
And Wyllyam of Cloudesle."
" Be, ye those theves," then sayd our kyng, ss " That men have tolde of to me ?
Here to god I make a vowe, Ye shal be hanged al thre.
" Ye shal be dead without mercy,
As I am kynge of this lande." 90
He commanded his officers everichone
Fast on them to lay hand.
There they toke these good yemen,
And arested them all thre : " So may I thryve," sayd Adam Bell, as
" Thys game lyketh not me.
" But, good lorde, we beseche you now,
That you graunt vs grace, Insomuehe as we be to you comen,
Or els that we may fro you passe, m