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OF GADDERIS.
To gar the King him hidder fpeid,
I knawe the fteid that ze on ryde,
I wate that in this warld fa wyde.
Is hors that may him ouer tak.
For vs the mefTage man ze mak.
And fay vnto our Lord the King,
In his hand is our fuccouring.
And gif ze will this errand make,
All haill the pryfe I vndertake.
Of this iornay and we weill fair
Sail zouris be for euermair.
And gif ze will not it for vs maik,
Gud ihir do it for Goddis faik,
And for the gentill Kingis lufe
That oft was wont for vs prufe
Lufe largenes and tendernes
Gud cumpanie and humbilnes.
And he anfwered and faid, Parde
Into Paradife wald I nocht be
Halely to ferue on fic feruis
For the worft that amangis vs is
Me think that ze haue chofin me
And in fhort tyme I trow that ze
Sould fcorne me fra I war went,
My haubrek falbe firft to rent,
And my helme alfo hewin be
In feir places that men may fe.
My fword richt in my hand bludy,
And I als woundit in the body
In fmdrie places or I ma.
This meffage that ze carp of fa,
The King fall neuer haue na caufe to fay,
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