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THE CHERRIE AND THE SLAVE.
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9. [WALDEGRAVE
Ane cleinly cirspe hang ouer his eies,
his quauer be his naikit thies
hang in ane siluer lace : 115
Of gold betvvein1 his schoulders grewe
twa proper 2 wings quhairw/tA he flewe,
on his left arme ane brace.
This God of all his geire he schuik,
and laid it on the ground : 120
I ran als bessie for to luijc
quhair farleyis micht be found :
Amazed, I gajed,
to sie that geir sa gay :
Persaueing my haueing, 125
he comptit me his pray.
10.
“ Quhat wald thow giue, my freind,” quod he,
“ till haue thir 3 prettie wings to flie,
to sport thee for ane quhile?
Or quhat, gif I suld lend thee heir 130
my bowe and all my schuitting geir,
some bodie to begyle ? ”
“ That geir,” quod I, “ cannot be bocht,
jit wald I 4 haue it faine.”
“Quhat gif,” quod he, “it cost thee nocht, 135
Bot rander 5 it againe ? ”
His wings than he brings than,
and band thame on my bak:
“ Go 6 flie now,” quod he now,
and so my leife I tak. 140
1 betwix. 2 pretty. 3 thae.
4 I wald. 5 randring. 6 So.

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