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KING ESTJIERE. |
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" Plyght me your troth nowe, kyng Est-mere, By heaven and your righte hande, ' That you will marrye me to your wyfe, And make me queene of your land."
Then kyng Estmere he plight his troth . as
By heaven and his righte hand, That he wolde marrye her to his wyfe,
And make her queene of his land.
And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre,
To goe to his owne countree, 100
To fetche him dukes and lordes and knightes, That marryed they might bee.
They had not ridden scant a myle,
A myle forthe of the towne, But in did come the kynge of Spayne, ids
"With kempes many a one :
But in did come the kyng of Spayne,
"With manye a grimme barone, Tone day to marrye kyng Adlands daughÂter,
Tother daye to carrye her home. no
Then shee sent after kyng Estmere, In all the spede might bee, |
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