He kest vp his Veseir,
With ane Cheualrous cheir,
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Sa saw he cummand full neir
Ane vther kene Knicht.
LXVI.
¶ "Now, be the Rude," said Schir Rauf, "I repreif the!
Thow hes brokin conditioun, thow hes not done richt:
Thow hecht na bak heir to bring, bot anerly we; [bakheir.]
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Thairto I tuik thy hand, as thow was trew Knicht."
On loud said the Saraȝine: "I heir the now lie!
Befoir the same day I saw the neuer with sicht;
Now sall thow think it richt sone, thow hes met with me,
Gif Mahoun or Termagant may mantene my micht."
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Schir Rauf was blyth of that word and blenkit with his face:
"Thow sayis thow art ane Saraȝine,
Now thankit be Drichtine,
That ane of vs sall neuer hine
Vndeid in this place."
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LXVII.
¶ Then said the Saraȝine to Schir Rauf succudrously:
"I haue na lyking to lyfe to lat the with lufe."
He gaue ane braid with his brand to the Beirne by,
Till the blude of his browis brest out abufe.
The kene Knicht in that steid stakkerit sturely,
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The lenth of ane rude braid he gart him remufe;
Schir Rauf ruschit vp agane, and hit him in hy.
Thay preis furth properly thair pithis to prufe.
Ilk ane a schort knyfe braidit out sone,
In stour stifly thay stand,
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With twa knyfis in hand;
With that come Schir Rolland
As thay had neir done.
