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King charles sauȝ þere he stood,& was fol dreri in his mood,
& was swiþe sore afriȝt,
To lese roulond his gode kniȝt,
For otuwel smot so heterliche,
Þe king wende sikerliche,
Þat roulond sscholde been ylore,
& was a sori man þere fore.
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