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150 CAPTAIN CAR,
The ladie lend on her castle-walle,
She loked upp and downe; There was she ware of an host of men, is
Come riding to the towne.
" Come vow hether, my meri men all,
And look what I do see; Yonder is ther an host of men,
I musen who they bee." 20
She thought he had been her own wed lord,
That had comd riding home ; Then was it traitour Captaine Care,
The lord of Ester-towne.
They were no soner at supper sett, a
Then after said the grace, Or captaine Care and all his men
Wer lighte aboute the place.
" Gyve over thi howsse, thou lady gay,
And I will make the a bande ; 30
To-nighte thoust ly wythin my arm,
To-morrowe thou shall ere my lan[de]."
Then bespacke the eldest sonne,
That was both whitt and redde, " 0 mother dere, geve over your howsse, ss
Or elles we shal be deade."