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KING ESTMEKE. |
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Upstarte the ladye from the kynge, As hee sate at the meate.
" Now stay thy harpe, thou proud harper, Now stay thy harpe, I say; 2»
For an thou playest as thou beginnest, Tkou'lt till my bride awaye."
He strucke upon his harpe agayne,
And playd both fayre and free ; The ladye was so pleasde theratt, 2m
She laught loud laughters three.
" Nowe sell me thy harpe," sayd the kyng of Spayne,
" Thy harpe and stryngs eche one, And as many gold nobles thou shalt have,
As there be stryngs thereon." ato
" And what wold ye doe with my harpe," he sayd,
Iff I did sell it yee ? " " To playe my wiffe and me a fitt,
When abed together we bee."
" Now sell me," quoth hee, " thy bryde soe gay, As shee sitts laced in pall, 2«
And as many gold nobles I will give, As there be rings in the hall." |
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