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178 SIR CAULINE. |
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He sayth, " No cryance comes till my heart, Nor, in faith, I wyll not flee ; «
For, cause thou minged not Christ before, The less me dreadeth thee."
The Eldridge knighte, he pricked his steed ;
Syr Cauline bold abode : Then either shooke his trustye speare, i<»
And the timber these two children bare
Soe soone in sunder slode.
Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes,
And layden on full faste, Till helme and hawberke, mail and sheelde, i« ■ They all were well-nye brast.
The Eldridge knight was mickle of might,
And stiffe in stower did stande ; But Syr Cauline with an aukeward stroke
He smote off his right-hand ; 110
That soone he, with paine and lacke of bloud,
Fell downe on that lay-land.
Then up Syr Cauline lift his brande
All over his head so hye : " And here I sweare by the holy roode, us
Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye." |
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