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[OMITTED]þouȝ ye were.
Secundus Miles.
Secundus Miles.
Sure emperoure, dred ye no thynge!
Yff there be any fresche gedling
That wold yow greue with any thyng,
In word or in dede,
By þe berd I schall hym schake,
That ys skulle schall al tocrake,
And hys sawle from hym tak,
And rost hym ouer a glede.
To the hye prest:
Yff there be any fresche gedling
That wold yow greue with any thyng,
In word or in dede,
By þe berd I schall hym schake,
That ys skulle schall al tocrake,
And hys sawle from hym tak,
And rost hym ouer a glede.
O Mahound, þou grete god and tru,
Lowuely and also meke of hew,
Offur to þe I wyll newe
A daggar þat ys gud and fyne.
Lowuely and also meke of hew,
Offur to þe I wyll newe
A daggar þat ys gud and fyne.
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