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368 thk lady Isabella's teagedt.
" Nowe, master-cook, it must be soe,
Do that which I thee tell : You needes must dresse the milk-white doe,
Which you do knowe full well."
Then streight his cruell bloodye hands, «
He on the ladye layd; Who quivering and shaking stands,'
While thus to her he sayd:
" Thou art the doe that I must dresse;
See here, behold my knife; »
For it is pointed presently
To ridd thee of thy life."
" O then," cried out the scullion-boye,
As loud as loud might bee, " 0 save her life, good master-cook, ra
And make your pyes of mee!
" For pityes sake do not destroye
My ladye with your knife ; You know shee is her father's joye;
For Christes sake save her life !" ea
" I will not save her life," he sayd,
" Nor make my pyes of thee ; Yet if thou dost this deed bewraye,
Thy butcher I will bee."
Now when this lord he did come home 65
For to sitt down and eat, He called for his daughter deare,
To come and carve his meat |
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