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CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC.
CX XIV
' Ye speake proudly,' sayd the Kynge ;
' Ye shall be hanged all thre.' ' That were great pitye,' then sayd the Quene, ' If any grace myght be.
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' My lorde, whan I came fyrst into this lande
To be your wedded wyfe, The fyrst boone that I wold aske,
Ye would graunt it me belyfe:
CXXVI
' And I asked you never none tyll now;
Therefore, lorde, graunt it me ! '— i Now aske it, madam,' sayd the Kynge,
' And graunted it shal be.'—
CXXVII
'Then, good my lord, I you beseche,
These yemen graunt ye me.'— ' Madame, ye myght have asked a boone
That shuld have been worth them thre.
CXXVIII
' Ye myght have asked towres and townes,
Parkes and forestes plentye.'— ' None soe pleasant to my pay,' shee sayd;
' Nor none so lefe to me.'—
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' Madame, sith it is your desyre,
Your askyng graunted shal be; But I had lever have geven you
Good market-townes thre.'
belyfe] straightway. pay] satisfaction. lefel dear.
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