ancients engleish metrical romancees

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333 psl. - The country people flock from all sides, many miles off, to hear and see it ; for they have therein devils and devices, to delight as well the eye as the eare ; the players conne not their parts without booke, but are prompted by one called the ordinary, who followeth at their back with the book in his hand, and telleth them softly what they must pronounce aloud.
342 psl. - return to him and to them that sent you hither, and say to them that they send no more to me for any adventure that falleth, as long as my son is alive: and also say to them that they suffer him this day to win his spurs; for if God be pleased, I will this journey be his and the honour thereof, and to them that be about him.
277 psl. - What news? what news, thou silly old man? What news, I do thee pray?' — Said he, ' Three squires in Nottingham town Are condemned to die this day.' — ' Come change thy apparel with me, old man, Come change thy apparel for mine; Here is forty shillings in good silver, Go drink it in beer or wine.
158 psl. - Fesauntes fayre, theyr were no wane, Both Storkes and Snytes ther were also, And venyson freshe of Bucke and Do, And other deyntes many one, For to set afore the kynge...
278 psl. - Then he put on the old man's hat, It stood full high on the crown : " The first bold bargain that I come at, It shall make thee come down.
277 psl. - Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, With a link a down and a down, And there he met with the proud Sheriff, Was walking along the town.
190 psl. - With other mynstrelles them amonge, With sytolphe and with sautry songe, With fydle, recorde and dowcemere, With trompette and with claryon clere, With dulcet pipes of many cordes, In chambre revelyng all the lordes, Unto morne that it was...
146 psl. - Into the gardyn, that was full gaye ; And in the garden, as i wene, Was an arber fayre and grene...
351 psl. - As thro' the fields I paft, To view the winter corn, I looked me behind, And faw come o'er the know, And glancing in her apron, With a bonny brent brow. I faid, Good-morrow, fair maid ; And me right court'oufly Return'da beck, and kindly faid, Good-day, f wed Sir, to you.

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