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Adam Bell agayne anone archar bowe brethren bryng Caerlel chylde chyldren thre Clough copy Cotton library Dame daunce daye dere dyde evyl fabliau fader fast fayne fayre felow freyr god game gode graunt grete gyve hath herte Howr hys wyfe Jacke kepe king Arthurs lady lefe lemman loked lord Phenix lyfe lyghtly marchand maydyn mede mery mete moche myght nevyr nyght offeciall offycyall poem pollaxe pray praye pype reyde ryght sayd sayd Adam sayd the kyng saye schall sche schulde seyde shal shote Sir Peny sone sonne sore spede speke styll syde tanner tell thee Therfore theyr Thou shalt thow Thumbe thyn thyng toke Tom Thumbe Tommy Pots trewe trowe tyde Tyll tyme unto wele Whan wolde wyll Wyllyam of Cloudeslè wynke wyth wythall wytt yemen yf thou ynough
Page 33 - Enprynted at London in Flete strete at the sygne of the sonne by Wynkyn de Worde...
Page 137 - Or all the lords in Scotland fair, And ladies that been so bright of blee, There is a noble lady among them all, And report of her you shall hear by me. For of her beauty she is bright, And of her colour very fair, She's daughter to lord Arundel, Approv'd his parand and his heir. He see this bride, lord Phenix said, That lady of so bright a blee, And if I like her countenance well, The heir of all my lands she'st be.
Page 17 - Of no man had they dread, The one hyt the justice, the other the sheryfe, That both theyr sides gan blede. All men voyded that them stode nye, When the justice fell downe to the grounde, And the sherife fell nyghe hym by, Eyther had his deathes wounde.
Page 154 - I'le send for thy father, lord Arundel, And he and I the wedding will see ; If he will not maintain you well, Both lands and livings you'st have of me.
Page 28 - Now haste the," then sayd the kyng, " By him that dyed on a tre; But yf thou do not as thou hast sayde, Hanged shalt thou be. "And thou touche his head or gowne, In syght that men may se, By all the sayntes that be in heaven, I shall hange you all thre."
Page 10 - Have here my treasure," sayde William, " My wyfe and my chyldren thre, For Christes love do them no harme, But wreke you all on me.
Page 22 - Where they woulde nedes be. And whan they came to the kynges courte, Unto the pallace gate, Of no man wold they aske no leave, But boldly went in therat.
Page 16 - Ryght lytle wolde I care." Then spake good Adam Bell, To Clym of the Clough so free, " Brother, se ye marke the justyce wel, Lo yonder ye may him see. " And at the shyrife shote I wyll, Strongly with an arrowe kene ; A better shote in mery Caerlel Thys seven yere was not sene.
Page 12 - Alas ! then sayde that lytle boye, Ye tary here all to longe ; Cloudesle is taken and dampned to death, All readye for to honge.