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SIR CAXJX1NE. |
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And hee is come to avenge his wrong : And to thee, all thy knightes among,
Defiance here hath sent. so
" But yette he will appease his wrath,
Thy daughters love to winne ; And, but thou yeelde him that fayre mayd,
Thy halls and towers must brenne.
" Thy head, syr king, must goe with mee, »«
Or else thy daughter deere : Or else within these lists soe broad,
Thou must finde him a peere."
The king he turned him round aboute,
And in his heart was woe : 100
" Is there never a knighte of my round table This matter will undergoe ?
" Is there never a knighte amongst yee all Will fight for my daughter and mee ?
Whoever will fight yon grimme Soldan, io« Eight fair his meede shall bee.
" For hee shall have my broad lay-lands, And of my crowne be heyre ; - And he shall winne fayre Christabelle
To be his wedded fere." no |
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