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THE LOVERS QUAEBEL; |
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" If it be his fortune the better to win,
As I trust to God in trinity, He make him the flower of all his kin,
For the young Lord Arundel he shall be."
THE THIRD PART.
When Tom Pots eame home again, 225
To try for his love he had but a week ;
For sorrow, God wot, he need not care, For four days that he fel sick.
With that his master to him came,
Say3, " Pray thee, Tom Pots, tell me if thou doubt Whether thou hast gotten thy gay lady, 281
Or thou must go thy love without."
" O master, yet it is unknown;
Within these two days well try'd it must be ; He is a lord, I am but a serving-man, 235
I fear I shall lose her with poverty."
" I prethee, Tom Pots, get thee on thy feet,
My former promises kept shall be ; As I am a lord in Scotland fair,
Thou'st never lose her with poverty. 2*)
" For thou'st have the half of my lands a year, And that will raise thee many a pound;
Before thou shalt out-braved be,
Thou shalt drop angels with him on the ground."
" I thank you, master," said Tommy Pots, 24s
" Yet there is one thing of you I would fain; |
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