I do the out of dispair,
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In all France in nane sa fair
Als scho is, appeirand air
To twa Douchereis."
LXXIII.
¶ "I rek nocht of thy riches, Schir Rolland the Knicht,"
Said the rude Saraȝine in Ryall array;
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"Thy God nor thy Grassum set I bot licht;
Bot gif thy God be sa gude as I heir the say,
I will forsaik Mahoun, and tak me to his micht,
Euer mair perpetuallie as he that mair may.
Heir with hart and gude will my treuth I the plicht,
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That I sall lelely leif on thy Lord ay,
And I beseik him of Grace, and askis him mercy,
And Christ his Sone full schene,
For I haue Cristin men sene,
That in mony angeris hes bene,
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Full oft on him cry."
LXXIV.
¶ "I thank God," said Rolland, "that word lykis me,
And Christ his sweit Sone, that the that grace send."
Thay swoir on thair swordis swyftlie all thre,
And conseruit thame freindis to thair lyfis end,
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Euer in all trauell to leif and to die.
Thay Knichtis caryit to the court, as Christ had thame kend.
The King for thair cumming maid game and gle,
With mony mirthfull man thair mirthis to mend.
Digne Bischoppis that day, that douchtie gart bring,
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And gaue him Sacramentis seir,
And callit him Schir Gawteir,
And sine the Duches cleir
He weddit with ane ring.
