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KING ESTMERK. 167
And He be your boye, so faine of fighte, To beare your harpe by your knee.
" And you shall be the best harper
That ever tooke harpe in hand; ieo
And I will be the best singer
That ever sung in this land.
" Itt shal be written in our forheads,
All and in grammarye, That we towe are the boldest men "s
That are in all Christentye."
And thus they renisht them to ryde,
On towe good renish steedes ; And whan they came to king Adlands hall,
Of redd gold shone their weedes. "<>
And whan they came to kyng Adlands hall,
Untill the fayre hall yate, . There they found a proud porter,
Rearing himselfe theratt.
Sayes, " Christ thee save, thou proud porter," Sayes, " Christ thee save and see : " ira
" Nowe you be welcome," sayd the porter, " Of what land soever ye bee."
" We been harpers," sayd Adler yonge,
" Come out of the northe countree ; iso |
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