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XLI
' An you will not goe your selfe, my lord, You will lett my chamberlaine go with mee ;
We shall now take our boate againe, And soone wee shall overtake thee.'—-
XLII
' Come on, come on, my lord,' he sayes, ' And all this talking now let a-bee ;
For my sister is craftye enoughe
For to beguile thousands such as you and mee.'
XLIII
When they had sayled fifty myle,
Now fifty myle upon the sea, Hee asked, ' How ffarr is it to that shooting
That William Douglas promised me ?'—
XLIV
' Now faire words makes fooles faine,
And that may be seene by thy master and thee ;
For happen you'll think it soone enoughe Whenever you that shooting see.'
. XLV
Jamye pulled his hat now over his browe,
I wot the teares fell in his e'e ; And he is to his master againe,
And for to tell him the veretye.
XLVI
' He says fayre words makes fooles faine, And that may be seene by you and mee,
For happen we'll thinke it soone enoughe Whenever we that shooting see.' 682 |
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