Now faindis to haue fauour with thy fleichingis,
Now haue I ferlie, gif I fauour the ocht:
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We sall spuilȝe ȝow dispittously at the nixt springis,
Mak ȝow biggingis full bair, bodword haue I brocht.
Chace Charlis ȝour King fer out of France;
Fra the Chane of Tartarie,
At him this message wald I be,
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To tell him as I haue tauld the,
Withoutin plesance."
LXXI.
¶ "Tyte tell me thy name, it seruis of nocht,
Ȝe Saraȝeins ar succuderus and self willit ay;
Sall neuer of sa sour ane brand ane bricht fyre be brocht,
The Feynd is sa felloun als fers as he may." [fer.]
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"Sa thriue I," said the Saraȝine, "to threip is my thocht,
Quha waitis the Cristin with cair, my cusingis ar thay;
My name is Magog, in will and I mocht,
To ding thame doun dourly that euer war in my way;
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For thy my warysoun is full gude at hame quhair I dwel."
"In faith," said Schir Rolland,
"That is full euill wyn land
To haue quhill thow ar leuand,
Sine at thine end hell."
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LXXII.
¶ "Wald thow conuert the in hy, and couer the of sin,
Thow suld haue mair profite and mekle pardoun.
Riche Douchereis seir to be sesit in,
During quhill day dawis, that neuer will gang doun;
Wed ane worthie to wyfe, and weild hir with win,
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Ane of the riche of our Realme be that ressoun;
The gentill Duches, Dame Iane, that clamis be hir kin
Angeos and vther landis, with mony riche toun;
Thus may thow, and thow will, wirk the best wise,
