KYNGE EDWARDE AND HYS QUEENE.
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QUEENE.
Botte, loverde[145], whie so manie Normannes here? Mee thynckethe wee bee notte yn Englyshe londe. These browded[146] straungers alwaie doe appere, 130 Theie parte yor trone[147], and sete at your ryghte honde.
KYNGE.
Go to, goe to, you doe ne understonde: Theie yeave mee lyffe and dyd mie bowkie[148] kepe; Theie dyd mee feeste, and did embowre[149] me gronde; To trete hem ylle wulde lette mie kyndnesse slepe. 135
QUEENE.
Mancas[150] you have yn store, and to them parte; Youre leege-folcke[151] make moke[152] dole[153], you have theyr worthe asterte[154].
KYNGE.
I heste[155] no rede of you. I ken mie friendes. Hallie[156] dheie are, fulle ready mee to hele[157]. Theyre volundes[158] are ystorven[159] to self endes; 140 No denwere[160] yn mie breste I of them fele: I muste to prayers; goe yn, and you do wele; I muste ne lose the dutie of the daie; Go inne, go ynne, ande viewe the azure rele[161], Fulle welle I wote you have noe mynde toe praie. 145
QUEENE.
I leeve youe to doe hommage heaven-were[162]; To serve yor leege-folcke toe is doeynge hommage there.