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King charles stod al stille,& biheld his gode wille,
& seide, “it is harm, iwis,
Þat þou nost what follaut is;
ȝef þou woldes follaut take,
& þine false godes for sake,
Iche wolle make the, so mote ihc þe,
& tou wille bleue wiþ me,
A riche man in mi lond,
Þat ich wille sikere þe on hond.”
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