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CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC.
LXXVI
Then bespake good Adam Bell
To Clym of the Clough so fre, ' Brother, se you marke the Justyce wel;
Lo ! yonder you may him se :
LXXVII
' And at the Sheryfe shote I wyll Strongly wyth an arrowe kene.'—
A better shote in mery Carleile Thys seven yere was not sene.
LXXVIII
They loosed their arrowes both at once,
Of no man had they drede ; The one hyt the Justice, the other the Sheryfe,
That both theyr sides gan blede.
LXXIX
All men voyded, that them stode nye, When the Justice fell to the grounde,
And the Sheryfe fell nye hym by ; Fvther had his deathes wounde.
LXXX
An the citezeyns fast gan Aye,
They durst no longer abyde : There lyghtly they losed Cloudesley,
Where he with ropes lay tyde.
LXXXI
Wyllyam start to an officer of the towne, Hys axe out hys hand he wronge,
On eche syde he smote them downe, Hym thought he taryed to long.
voyded] gave room, ran off. 1225 R 48l |
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