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Þanne seide otuwel, þat gode kniȝt,To king charles a non riȝt,
“Sire,” he seide, “her is garsie,
Þat sumtime þratte þe to die,
He wile nou, ȝif þi wille be,
Do þe omage & feaute,
& ben at þi comaundement;
& at eche parlement,
Al redi at þin hond,
& holden of þe al his lond,
& for his lond rente ȝiue,
Wiþ þe noue he mote liue.” [OMITTED]
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