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THE LORD OF LORN
The lords then cast their hats into air,
The serving-men fell on their knee. ' What fools be yonder.' said the steward,
' That makes the porter courtesye ?'
'Thou 'rt a false thief,' said the Lord of Lorn, ' [This child, thy master] to betray ! '
And they set the castle round about, A swallow could not have flown away.
And when they had taken the false steward,
By the law of France all hastilye A quest of lords there chosen was
That judged this traitor he must dee.
Lvin First they took him and hang'd him half,
And then they lat him down anon, And quarter'd and put him in boiling lead,
And there he was sodden, breast and bone.
O then bespake the Lord of Lorn,
With many other lordes mo, ' Sir Duke, if you be as willing as we,
We'll have a marriage before we go.'
But then bespake the Duke of France, Unto the Child of Lorn right there :
Says, ' Heir of Lorn, if thou'lt marry my daughter I'll mend thy living a thousand a year.'