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CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC.
Up she rose, and forth shee goes, Evel mote shee speede therfore !
For shee had sett no foote on ground In seven yere before.
She went unto the Justice Hall,
As fast as she could hye: ' Thys night,' shee sayd, ' is come to town
Wyllyam of Cloudeslye.'
Thereof the Justice was full fayne,
And so was the Shirife also: ' Thou shalt not trauaile hither, dame, for nou
Thy meed thou shalt have or thou go.'
They gave to her a ryght good goune,
Of scarlate, [and of graine] : She toke the gyft, and home she wente,
And couched her doune agayne.
They raysed the towne of mery Carleile
In all the haste they can ; And came thronging to Wyllyam's house,
As fast as they might gone.
There they besette that good yeman
Round about on every syde: Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes,
That thither-ward fast hyed.