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King.The morning-tilts now cease.
Her.
Bourtonne is king.
Display the English banner on the tent.
Round him, ye minstrels, songs of achments sing.
Ye heralds, gather up the spears besprent;
To king of tourney-tilt be all knees bent.
Dames fair and gentle, for your loves he fought;
For you the long tilt-lance, the sword he shent;
He jousted, having only you in thought.
Come, minstrels, sound the string, go on each side,
Whilst he unto the king in state doth ride.
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