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THE LOVERS QUARREL; |
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" That horse is old, of stomach bold,
And well can he skill of his train; If I be out of my saddle cast, 27J
He'l either stand still, or turn again."
" Thou'st have the horse with all my heart,
And my plate coat of silver free ; An hundred men to stand at thy back,
To fight if he thy master be." 280
" I thank you master," said Tommy Pots,
" That proffer is too good for me ; I would not for ten thousand pounds,
Have man or boy in my company.
" God be with you, master," said Tommy Pots, 285
" Now, as you are a man of law, One thing let me crave at your hand;
Let never a one of my fellows know.
" For if that my fellows they did wot,s
Or ken of my extremity, 290
Except you keep them under a lock,
Behind me I'm sure they would not be."
But when he came to Guildford-green,
He waited hours two or three; There he was ware of Lord Phenix come, 295
And four men in his company.
" You have broken your vow," said Tommy Pots, " The vow which you did make to me ;
You said you would bring neither man nor boy, And now has brought more than two or three." 300 |
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