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Þo þe masse was iseid,& þe uestement doun ileid,
Þe king & roulond ifere,
Wente forþ as ȝe moun here,
Riȝt to þe paleis ȝate,
& founde houinge þer ate
Otuel, armed and idiȝt,
Al redi to bide fiȝt.
Þo seide þat sarazin;
“Sire king, where is þi cosin,
Roulond þat his truþe pliȝte,
Þat he wolde wiþ me fiȝte?
He was þo fol heie of mod,
Is he nou ilete blod.”
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