Befoir that mirthfull man menstrallis playis;
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Mony wicht wyfis sone, worthie and wise,
Was sene at that semblay ane and twentie dayis;
With all kin principall plentie for his plesance.
Thay callit it the best Ȝule than,
And maist worthie began,
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Sen euer King Charlis was man,
Or euer was in France.
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¶ Than vpon the morne airlie, quhen the day dew,
The Coilȝear had greit thocht quhat he had vnder tane;
He kest twa Creillis on ane Capill with Coillis anew,
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Wandit thame with widdeis, to wend on that wane.
"Mary, it is not my counsall, bot ȝone man that ȝe knew,
To do ȝow in his gentrise," said Gyliane.
"Thow gaif him ane outragious blaw and greit boist blew;
In faith, thow suld haue bocht it deir, and he had bene allane.
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For thy, hald ȝow fra the Court, for ocht that may be:
Ȝone man that thow outrayd
Is not sa simpill as he said;
Thairun my lyfe dar I layd,
That sall thow heir and se."
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☞ "Ȝea, Dame, haue nane dreid of my lyfe to day,
Lat me wirk as I will, the weird is mine awin.
I spak not out of ressoun, the suith gif I sall say, [ont.]
To Wymond of the Wardrop war the suith knawin;
That I haue hecht I sall hald, happin as it may,
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Quhidder sa it gang to greif or to gawin."
He caucht twa Creillis on ane capill and catchit on his way
Ouir the Daillis sa derf, be the day was dawin;
The hie way to Paris, in all that he mocht,
