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Sir Cawline took up that eldritch sword
As hard as any flynt, Soe did he [the hand with] ringes five
Harder than fyer, and brent.
The watchmen cryed upon the walls And sayd, i Sir Cawline's slaine !'
Then the King's daughter she fell downe, ' For peerlesse is my payne !'—
' O peace, my ladye R sayes Sir Cawline, ' I have bought thy love full deare;
O peace, my ladye!' sayes Sir Cawline, ' Peace, ladye, for I am heere Ff
He's presented to the King's daughter
The hand, and then the sword [And he has claimed the King's daughter
According to her word].
And the King has betaken him his broad lands
And all his venison; [Sayes] ' Thou shalt have my daughter deare,
[And be my onelye son'].
brent] smooth. betaken] given, made over. venison]