To Guy with a knyf haue smyte he wolde,
And Guy it defend, as a man sholde.
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With that Guy his swerde vp heef,
And Morgadour down right all to-cleef
From the hede downe to the fote:
Of that stroke ne come neuere bote.
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Tho Guy lefte him there full sone,
And come to the Emperour anone.
To him he seide: 'sir Emperour, [Caius MS. 107 page 114]
I haue the serued with grete honour.
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How shuld y any lenger serue the,
Whan thou maist not warante me,
Vnkouthe man in thy londe,
Hym not defende, bot spille and shonde.
Harme me here is mykel doo;
Therfor y shall fro the goo,
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And in other contrees serue y wille,
There they woll theim better acquite me tille.'
'MERCY, SIR Guy,' quoth the Emperour tho.
'Yf any of myn haue the mysdoo,
