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34 THE KING AND MILLER OF MANSFIELD.
" If thou beest a true man," then quoth the miller, " I sweare by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all
night." " Here's my hand," quoth the king; " that was I
ever." " Nay, soft," quoth the miller, " thou may'st be a
sprite. Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake ; ss With none but honest men hands will I take."
Thus they went all along unto the millers house, Where they were seething of puddings and
souse; The miller first enter'd in, after him went the
king; Never came hee in soe smoakye a house. « " Now," quoth hee, " let me see here what you
are:" Quoth the king, " Looke your fill, and doe not
" I like well thy countenance, thou hast an honest face: With my son Richard this night thou shalt lye." Quoth his wife, " By my troth, it is a handsome youth, ts
Yet it's best, husband, to deal warilye. Art thou no run-away, prythee, youth, tell ? Shew me thy passport, and all shal be well."