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' What be your names,' then said our Kynge, ' Anone that you tell me r'— They sayd, 'Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, And Wyllyam of Cloudesley.'—
cxix ' Be ye those theves,' then sayd our Kynge,
c That men have tolde of to me ? Here to God I make an avowe,
Ye shal be hanged al thre.
' Ye shal be dead without mercy,
As I am Kynge of this lande.' He commanded his officers everich-one,
Fast on them to lay hande.
There they toke these good yemen,
And arested them al thre : ' So may I thryve,' sayd Adam Bell,
' Thys game lyketh not me !
' But, good lorde, we beseche you then,
That yee graunt us grace, Insomuche as we be to you comen,
Or else we may fro you passe,
' With such weapons as we have here,
Tyll we be out of your place ; And yf we lyve this hundred yere,
We wyll aske you no grace.'