To ane preuie Chalmer beliue thay him led,
Quhair ane burely bed was wrocht in that wane,
Closit with Courtingis, and cumlie cled;
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Of the worthiest wyne wantit thay nane.
The Coilȝear and his wyfe baith with him thay ȝeid,
To serue him all at thay mocht,
Till he was in bed brocht.
Mair the King spak nocht,
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Bot thankit thame thair deid.
XXII.
☞ Vpon the morne airlie, quhen it was day,
The King buskit him sone with scant of Squyary.
Wachis and Wardroparis all war away,
That war wont for to walkin mony worthy.
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Ane Pauyot preuilie brocht him his Palfray,
The King thocht lang of this lyfe, and lap on in hy;
Than callit he on the Carll, anent quhair he lay,
For to tak his leif, than spak he freindly;
Than walkinnit thay baith, and hard he was thair.
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The Carll start vp sone,
And prayit him to abyde none;
"Quhill thir wickit wedderis be done,
I rid nocht ȝe fair."
XXIII.
"Sa mot I thriue," said the King, "me war laith to byde;
Is not the morne Ȝule day, formest of the ȝeir?
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Ane man that Office suld beir be tyme at this tyde,
He will be found in his fault, that wantis foroutin weir.
I se the Firmament fair vpon ather syde,
I will returne to the Court quhill the wedder is cleir;
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Call furth the gude wyfe, lat pay hir or we ryde,
For the worthie harberie that I haue fundin heir." [hane.]
"Lat be, God forbid," the Coilȝear said,
