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KING ESTMERE. |
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Sayes, " Reade me, reade me, deare brother, My reade shall ryse at thee, is«
Whiche way we best may turne 'and fighte, To save this fayre ladye."
" Now hearken to me," sayes Adler yonge, " And your reade must rise at me ; ■*>
I quicklye will devise a waye To sette thy ladye free.
" My mother was a westerne woman,
And learned in gramarye, And when I learned at the schole, 1*5
Something shee taught itt me.
" There groweth an hearbe within this fielde,
And iff it were but knowne, His color which is whyte and redd,
It will make blacke and browne. 150
" His color which is browne and blacke, Itt will make redd and whyte ; • That sword is not in all Englande, Upon his coate will byte.
" And you shal be a harper, brother, ks
Out of the north countree ;
136. MS. ryde, but see v. 140. |
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