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SIR HUGn OF THE GRIME. |
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" Peace, peace, my good Lord Boles,
And of your speeches set them by; If there be eleven Grimes all of a name,
Then by my own honour they all should dye." oo
Then came down my good Lady Ward,
Falling low upon her knee; " Five hundred measures of gold I'll give,
To grant Sir Hugh of the Grime to me."
" Peace, peace, my good Lady Ward, cs
None of your proffers shall him buy ;
For if there be twelve Grimes all of a name, By my own honour [they] all should dye."
Sir Hugh of the Grime's condemn'd to dye,
And of his friends he had no lack; m
Fourteen foot he leapt in his ward, His hands bound fast upon his back.
Then he look'd over his left shoulder,
To see whom he could see or 'spye; Then was he aware of his father dear, 75
Came tearing his hair most pitifully.
" Peace, peace, my father dear,
And of your speeches set them by; Tho' they have bereav'd me of my life,
They cannot bereave me of heaven so high." so
He look'd over his right shoulder,
To see whom he could see or 'spye; There was he aware of his mother dear,
Came tearing her hair most pitifully. |
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