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THE LOVERS QUAEBEL; |
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" God be with you, master," said Tommy Pots, m " Now Jesus Christ you save and see;
If ever I come alive again, Staid the wedding it shall be."
" O God be your speed, thou Tommy Pots,
Thou art well proved for a man ; 170
See never a drop of blood thou spil, Nor yonder gentleman confound.
" See that some truce with him thou take,
And appoint a place of liberty ; Let him provide him as well as he can, ire
As well provided thou shalt be."
But when he came to Guildford-green,
And there had walkt a little aside, There he was ware of Lord Phenix come,
And Lady Rosamond his bride. i»
Away by the bride then Tommy Pots went,
Bat never a word to her he did say, Till he the Lord Phenix came before;
He gave him the right time of the day.
" O welcome, welcome, thou Tommy Pots, iss
Thou serving-man of low degree ; How doth thy lord and master at home,
And all the ladies in that country ?"
" My lord and master is in good health, I trust since that I did him see; m
Will you walk with me to an out-side, Two or three words to talk with me ? |
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