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THE BLTJDY SERK.
But all in schondir he thame sehuke, The gyane wes so Strang.
He held the lady day and nycht
Within his deip dungeoun; He wald nocht gif of hir a sicht as
For gold nor yit ransoun, Bot gife the king mycht get a knyeht
To fecht with his persoun, To feeht with him, both day and nycht,
Quhill ane wer dungin doun. «
The king gart seik baith fer and neir,
Beth be se and land, Off any knycht gife he micht heir,
Wald fecht with that gyand. A worthy prince, that had no peir, 15
Hes tane the deid on hand, For the luve of the lady cleir,
And held full trewe cunnand.
That prince come prowdly to the toun,
Of that gyane to heir, so
And fawcht with him, his awin persoun,
And tuke him presonier, And kest him in his awin dungeoun,
Allane withouttin feir, With hungir, cawld, and confusioun, «
As full weill worthy weir;
Syne brak the bour, had hame the bricht, Vnto hir fadir he ;
68. MS. deir.