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' Although itt is seven yeers and more
Since my daughter was in halle, She shall come once downe for your sake, To glad my guestes alle.'
Downe then cams that mayden fay re,
With ladyes laced in pall, And halfe a hundred of bold knightes,
To bring her from bowre to hall, And as many gentle squiers,
To tend upon them all.
The talents of golde were on her head sette Hanged low downe to her knee,
And everye ring on her small finger Shone of the chrystall free.
Saies, ' God you save, my deere madam,' Saies, ' God you save and see ! _—
Said, ' You be welcome, Kyng Estmere, Right welcome unto mee.
' And, if you love me, as you saye,
Soe well and hartilee, All that ever you are comer) about Soone sped now itt shal bee.'
Then bespake her father deare:
' My daughter, I saye naye ; Remember well the Kyng of Spayne,
What he sayd yesterdaye.
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