Alliterative Morte Arthure

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Alliterative Morte Arthure

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Thee shall rescue no renk ne riches in erthe!

In the wardrope at Walingford was wont to be keeped

With ringes and relickes and the regale of Fraunce

My wardrope at Walingford I wot is destroyed

The hethenes of Orkney

Irish kinges

Of all that Alexander ought whiles he in erthe lenged!

Heves his handes on height and to the Heven lookes:

Yif him be destained to die today on this erthe

I see Sir Ewain over-set with Sarazenes keen!

Irish kinges

Hethenes of Argyle

When Bretones boldly enbraces their sheldes

And all Bretons bold

We shall be heved unto heven ere we be half cold!

Yif us be destained to die today on this erthe

They are Sarazenes

And turnes in by the Trentis the traitour to seek

Kaires into Cornwall with care at his herte;

Then drawes he to Dorset and dreches no lenger

set upon erthe

the mild Queen of heven!

and on erthe holden

The way unto Winchester they went at the gainest

rejoice me in erthe

the mild Queen of heven

With the Sarazenes unsound encircled about

And the Guthede king in the gay armes

the noblest of Norway

Of Argyle and Orkney the Irish kinges

Of Argyle and Orkney the Irish kinges

Of Argyle and Orkney the Irish kinges

Erles of Afrike and Estriche bernes

Erles of Afrike and Estriche bernes

Sho kaires to Caerlion and caught her a veil

Toward Chester in a charre they chese her the wayes

Then sho yermes and yeyes at York in her chamber

Ayer into Ireland

how the world changed

Then kaires he to Cornwall

And the hendest in hall under heven-rich

King Frederik of Fres

Galys land

Of Glamour

Fro Gower to Gernesay

Fro Gower to Gernesay

And hurtes of the hardiest that on the erthe lenges

such fortune in erthe

But Satanase his soul mowe sink into Hell!

Soupe with our Saviour solemnly in heven

We shall for yon Sarazenes

We are with Sarazenes beset upon sere halves!

Soudeours and Sarazenes out of sere landes

And leders of Lettow with legions ynow

Dukes of Danemark

The King of Gotheland

The doughtiest of Danemark

abide on the erthe

Spanioles speedily sprented over-borders

Then Bretons brothly with brandes they hewen

Til all the Danes were dede

Archers of England

Of Arthur the avenaunt

that Chef is of heven

Sir Launcelot de Lake

And thus the derf Denmarkes

Ferkes even into Flandresh with his fers knightes

Ayers through Almaine even at the gainest

Lights not in Lumbardy but when the light failed

Turnes through Tuskane

Receive the rentes of Rome

And tenderly to Tuskane take tent als I bid;

Lookes into Lumbardy that there no lede change

For-thy to Bretain the Brode buske us behooves

To soudeours and Sarazenes out of sere landes!

At Southampton on the se is seven score shippes

Of Ireland and Argyle

Of Ireland and Argyle

Soveraignes of Surgenale and soudeours many

Of Sarazenes and Sessoines upon sere halves

Of Sarazenes and Sessoines upon sere halves

Dubbed of the Denmarkes

How fares it in Bretain with all my bold bernes?

Keeper of Caerlion

For thou art Breton berne

Hostayand in this Orient with awful knightes

Sir Arthur of England

and of the paines of Purgatory

But I will pass in pilgrimage this pas to Rome

Ne for no wye of this world

Ne for no wye of this world   that wrought is on erthe!

Whiles this world is o war

Of Latin corrumped all

The King

Raikand to Rome-ward

With perry of the Orient

For the doughtiest that ever was dwelland in erthe

Als ninde of the noblest named in erthe

And senn in Jerusalem much joy happen

He shall of Lorraine be lord by leve of his fader

the kinge son of Fraunce

Golias the grete gome

That in Jerusalem host full much joy limped

Ector of Troy

That was conquerours kidd and crowned in erthe

That thou fremedly in Fraunce has fey beleved.

Found abbeyes in Fraunce

for Rome is thine owen

Ne none apparel so proud but paradise one.

Was no pomerie so pight of princes in erthe

In sign that I soothly was soveraign in erthe

Enameld with azure

Before all the cheftaines chosen in this erthe

For-thy the fruits of Fraunce are freely thine owen

Of all the valiant men that ever was in erthe

as two of the chefest chosen in erthe

one of the doughtiest that dwelled in erthe;

I was in Surry a Sire and set by mine one

the merriest of middle-erthe

With the rentes of Rome

The Emperour of Almaine and all these este marches

Rome is our owen!

the hostage of Rome

Reverences the Romans in his rich table

Rehetes the Romanes at his rich table

togges of tars full richly attired

Was never merrier men made on this erthe!

Was never merrier men made on this erthe!

In the Vertenonne vale the vines i-monges;

Toward Viterbo this valiant aveeres the reines;

Fro Spain into Spruysland the word of him springes

Fro Spain into Spruysland the word of him springes

Speedes them to Spolett with speres ynow!

Into Tuskane he turnes when thus wel timed

And he is comen to Combe and knew him as lord.

And ilk a yere for Milan a melion of gold

For Pise and for Pavy he proffers full large

For Pise and for Pavy he proffers full large

For Plesaunce

For Plesaunce

For Plesaunce

The Sire of Milan herde say the citee was wonnen

Now is the conquerour in Combe and his court holdes

With freke men of Fraunce well a five hundreth;

They they kaire to Combe with kinges annointed

Lookand on Lumbardy and on loud meles:

And on Lammas day to Lucerne he wendes

Thus in Lorraine he lenges as lord in his owen

The duke to Dover is dight and all his dere knightes

The countess of Crasine with her clere maidens

I give thee in Hampton a hundreth pound large!

Lordes of Lorraine and Lumbardy bothen

Lordes of Lorraine and Lumbardy bothen

But one Swyan of Swecy

Of gomes of Gernaide that grevous are holden

Through gesserauntes of Gene jagged to the herte!

The soveraign of Sessoine that salved was never

Senn at the assemblee the Sarazenes discoveres

Then the genatours of Gene enjoines at ones

Has joined on Sir Gerard

But one Jolyan of Gene

In the vale of Josephate

Was never such a jousting at journee in erthe

Bannerettes of Bretain

Paynims of Prussland

With double of the Dutch-men that doughty were holden

Then the Duke of Lorraine dresses thereafter

That ever any prince lede purveyed in erthe!

Wyes of the Westfale

But the frek men of Fraunce fraist themselven;

They are with Sarazenes over-set

Then was loud upon loft Lorraine! ascried

For he had in Prussland much prise wonnen;

That was Raynald of the Rodes

On Fawnell of Frisland to Feraunt he rides

Was fostered in Famacoste; the fend was his fader;

And fremedly o Fraunce be flemed for ever!

That is flowr of Fraunce

That flowes out of Paradise when the flood rises

Bounes to his brode sheld and bowes to the erthe;

Greve you not

For all our worship

By all the welth of the world so wo was them never:

Ne thou bes never ransouned for riches in erthe!

Is none redier renkes regnand in erthe;

Of Sessoine and Suryland Sarazenes ynow;

Of Sessoine and Suryland Sarazenes ynow;

Of Sessoine and Suryland Sarazenes ynow;

The wyes of the Westfale

The garnison of Goddard gaylich arrayed

The lordes of Lumbardy that leders are holden

The doughtiest of Dolfinede and Dutch-men many

The doughtiest of Dolfinede and Dutch-men many

The Duke of Lorraine the derf and his dere knightes

Than I of Provence were prince and of Paris rich!

Than I of Provence were prince and of Paris rich!

Abler than ever was Sir Ector of Troy!

I held none my hip-height under heven rich;

Of Alexandere and Afrike and all tho out-landes

Of Alexandere and Afrike and all tho out-landes

The uncle of his aiele

He has been rebel to Rome and ridden their landes

In Rome there he regnes he is rich holden;

No surgeon in Salerne shall save thee the better

For all the barbours of Bretain shall not thy blood staunch

On the lange of Lorraine with a loud steven

Egerly on English Arthur! he ascries.

That solaces all sinful that sight has in erthe

The Capitain of Cardiff

With all the wisest men of the west marches

The Fraunchmen enfeebleshes; ne ferly me thinkes!

All the frek men of Fraunce followed thereafter

That is in Lorraine alosed as London is here

That is in Lorraine alosed as London is here

To the march of Meyes

Other Peter or Paul

The tyrauntes of Tuskan tempest a little

Then will I by Lumbardy

Who has right to that rent

Redy ay with Romanes to riot my landes.

That is Lorraine the lele

Lenges at Lusheburgh to lechen his knightes

Enteres to Almaine with hostes arrayed

Good Sir Cador at Came

Senn in Burgoine he badde to bury mo knightes

The corse of Kayous the keen at Came is beleved

He buries at Bayonne Sir Bedwere the rich;

When he had foughten in Fraunce and the feld wonnen

Has the Romanes rich rebuked for ever!

On the coste of Constantine by the clere strandes

We have foughten in Fraunce and us is foul happened

To brawl you for Bretain ne his brode landes

That Arthur in the Occident occupies at ones.

Of England

Of England

Now they raik to Rome the rediest wayes

Forthy shove they them to shew for skomfit of Rome.

To reckon these Romanes recreant and yelden

Then the bannerettes of Bretain brought them to tents

We shall let for no lede that lives in erthe

So ye do my message menskfully at Rome

For His love that thee lente this lordship in erthe!

Two senatours we are

Closed in kestes clene unto Rome

Sixty of the chef senatours of Rome.

The Sowdan of Surry and certain kinges

That are of the Orient with honourable kinges.

Olfendes and arrabys and olyfauntes noble

Sowdan

Sowdan

Romanes the richest and real kinges

Cosin of Cornwall

Then the Romans releved that ere were rebuked

That was eier of Egypt in those este marches

Greet well my lady the queen

I had forgiven thee my dede

With a launce of Lettow he thirles his sides

And fought with the frekkest that to Fraunce longes.

By then the Romanes were rebuked at little

Then the Romanes and the renkes of the Round Table

I wend no Bretons wolde be bashed for so little

Dartes the Dutch-men delten againes

Then bowmen of Bretain brothely there-after

The vassalage of Viterbo today shall be revenged!

Viscount of Valence

When these wordes was said

The part from Port Jaffe to Paradise gates!

The part from Port Jaffe to Paradise gates!

Inset all the Sarazenes within seven winter

Ecroched all Cristendom by craftes of armes

And the renkes over-ran

the riotuors of Rome

For dauncesing of Dutch-men and dinning of pipes

Fro Viterbo to Venice these valiant knightes

Fro Viterbo to Venice these valiant knightes

the Viscount of Rome

Rewled his Romans and real knightes

Sir Cador of Cornwall

The rich Duke of Rouen

the Viscount of Rome

Sir Valiant of Wales

Sithen into Sessoine he sought at the gainest

lordes of Lumbardy

Or enter into Auguste aunters to seek

To seek into Sessoine with my seker knightes

Soveraignes of Sarazens

on this erthe sprongen

Sir Meneduke of Mentoche

Good Sir Mawrelle of Mawnces

Among the Turkes was tint and in time founden

Sir Aladuke of Towell with his tender knightes

The King of Surry himselven and Sarazenes ynow

The King of Surry himselven and Sarazenes ynow

The Seneschal of Sutere

The Capitain of Cornette that cruel is holden

With erles of Orient and austeren knightes

The King of Lyby is laid and in the feld leved

And passes unto Paris with prisoners himselven

To rip up the Romanes rudlich wounded

The Seneschal of Sutere to Sagramour himselven.

The King of Surry the keen to Sir Cador is yelden

With the Erl of Afrike and other grete lordes.

The Capitain of Cordewa

The Bretons brothely brittenes so many

The sekerest Sarazenes that to that sorte longed

Sir Cador of Cornwall he counters them soon

Sembled his Sarazens and senatours many

The King of Surry then is sorrowful in herte

With lordes of Lyby and led to their strenghes;

The King of Lyby has laght a steed that him liked

Thou weenes for thy wightness the world is thine own!

Then the Lyby king cries full loud

Cries

Then laughs the Lyby king

And then Sir Cador of Cornwall is careful in herte

The King of Lyby before the avauntward he ledes

And then the Romanes rout removes a little

And then the Bretons brothely enbraces their sheldes

That eieres were of Essex

And let it never be reft us for Roman in erthe;

And let it never be reft us for Roman in erthe;

For there shall never Roman that in my rout rides

To Bretain the Brodder within ship-bordes

At the citee of Troy that time was enseged

Then says the King of Surry

That all the rich shall repent that to Rome longes

Of our rentes of Rome

And outrayes the Emperour

That knowen is for conquerour

Here is the Close of Clime with cleves so high

Sir Cador of Cornwall commaundes his peeres

That had perceived that Peter at Paris sholde leng

Trays toward Troys the tresoun to work

The senatour of Sutere with summes full huge

The king of Surry himself with Sarazens ynow;

The king of Surry himself with Sarazens ynow;

Sir Sextynour of Lyby and senatours many

Erles of the Orient with austeren knightes

And in the Champain land full fair they escheved

Toward Chartres they chese

Now bounes the Britons als the king biddes

Prikes now privily to Paris the rich

To ride with the Romanes in route with their feres

Then Sir Arthur

Shall he never sound see his seinoures in Rome

I give thee for thy tithandes Toulouse the rich

Til their rentes in Rome be rightwisly knowen.

The remenaunt of the Romanes be in arrest holden

Of Perse and Port Jaffe paynimes ynow

Of Perse and Port Jaffe paynimes ynow

The chef chaunceller of Rome

There might men see Romans rewfully wounded

Of Perse and Port Jaffe full many pris knightes

Of Perse and Port Jaffe full many pris knightes

After my rentes in Rome may redyly further.

Then the Bretons boldly braggen their trumpes

Grete lordes of Greece greved so high.

In Lorraine so lordly on lepand steedes.

The Romanes then redyly arrayes them better

Then the Bretons brothely broches their steedes

Rebuked with Romanes upon their rich steedes

Then the Bretons on the bente abides no lenger

The Romanes redies them

Then were Bretons abaist and greved a little

The Romans out of array removed at ones

There was Romans over

Bretons of the boldest

Erles of England

All the realest renkes that to Rome longes

Arrested of the Romans that by the firth rides

Then the enbushment of Bretons broke out at ones

There were Bretons enbushed and banerettes noble

Sir Marshall de Mowne

Then the rich Romans returnes their bridles

a rich man of Rome

He was a paynim of Perse that thus him persewed

Come furthermost on a Freson (Frisian horse)

And of the Romans arrayed upon rich steedes

Ever were these Bretons braggers of old!

I had lever than all Fraunce

I shall nought leve in Paris

And senn ride in by Rhone that runnes so fair

And sithen seek in by Seine with solace thereafter

Empire of Rome

And then the Romans so rich had arrayed their tentes

prayes thee for Petere love

He drawes into douce Fraunce

He drawes into douce Fraunce

Fremedly the French tonge fey is beleved.

Brinnes in Burgoine thy burges so rich

I witter thee the Emperour is enterd into Fraunce

Fro the Marshal of Fraunce

Then blithely fro Barflete he buskes on the morn

That many Cristen has killed in Constantine landes;

Senn bere it to Barflete and brace it in iron
And set it on the barbican bernes to shew.

But in the mountes of Araby I met such another;

Then the baleful birdes bounes to the erthe

Full egerly at Arthur and on the erthe hittes;

And piment full plenteous of Portingale wines;

If thou have brought the berde he bes more blithe
Than thou gave him Borgoine or Britain the More;

If thou have brought the berde he bes more blithe
Than thou gave him Borgoine or Britain the More;

Til the Britones king have burnisht his lippes

And sithen garnisht in Greece full graithely togeders;

he has a kirtle on

Menskfully at Saint Michel

The best that was in Basel

Aboven

In Saint Michel mount

Than in Troy was

Mo florines

Mo florines

I had lever than all Fraunce this fifteen winter

Comen of the richest that regnes in erthe;

Fro Gene unto Gerone by Jesu of heven!

Fro Gene unto Gerone by Jesu of heven!

Fro Gene unto Gerone by Jesu of heven!

Sho was the flowr of all Fraunce or of five rewmes

Beside Reines as sho rode with her rich knightes

The duchess of Bretain today has he taken

In the countree of Constantine no kind has he leved

A grete giaunt of Gene

As he at Carlisle commaunded at Cristenmass himselven.

And blithely at Barflete these bold are arrived

The comly coste of Normandy they catchen full even

Then come out of the Orient

In floynes and fercostes and Flemish shippes

Erles of Yngland with archers ynow.

Sought toward Sandwich; sho sees him no more.

Overling of Yngland

That all this world winly wisse as Him likes

That occupies mine heritage

the palais of York

At Sandwich on the se

Bides me at Barflete upon the blithe stremes

And keepes me at Constantine

And sujourns that sesoun with Sarazenes ynow.

In the countree of Coloine castelles enseges

Drawes in by Danuby and dubbes his knightes

All Westfale by war he winnes as him likes

Even into Almaine

Arrayed with his Romans upon rich steedes;

At the citee of Rome assembled at ones.

The Sowdan of Surry

The sowdanes and Sarazenes out of sere landes

The lege-men of Lettow with legions ynow.

Pulle and Prussland

Pulle and Prussland

The mightiest of Macedone

By that the Greekes were graithed

Fro the citee of Rome sixty mile large.

Craftyly at Cornett the kinges are arrived

Sodenly the Sarazenes

With all the reales of Rhodes arrayed with him one;

The King of Cyprus on the se the Sowdan abides

They gadered over the Greekes Se with grevous wepens

The sowdanes that were seker soudeours to Rome;

To Garyere and to Galilee they gader all at ones

To Garyere and to Galilee they gader all at ones

Fro Nilus to Nazareth

Fro Nilus to Nazareth

The Sowdan of Surry assembles his knightes

Of Perse and of Pamphile and Preter John landes

Of Perse and of Pamphile and Preter John landes

Of Perse and of Pamphile and Preter John landes

Bayous with their baronage bides no longer;

Of Babylon and Baldake the burlich knightes

Of Babylon and Baldake the burlich knightes

The flowr of the fair folk of Amazonnes landes;

They turn in by Thebay

To Tartary and Turkey when tithinges is comen

To Tartary and Turkey when tithinges is comen

Of Crete and of Capados the honourable kinges

Of Crete and of Capados the honourable kinges

Of Damaske and Damiet

Of Damaske and Damiet

To Arraby and Egypt

To Arraby and Egypt

To Irritaine and Elamet

To Irritaine and Elamet

To Asia and to Afrike

To Asia and to Afrike

To Asia and to Afrike

To Inde and to Ermonye

To Inde and to Ermonye

To Inde and to Ermonye

Til Ambyganye and Orcage and Alisaundere eek

Til Ambyganye and Orcage and Alisaundere eek

Til Ambyganye and Orcage and Alisaundere eek

Anon into the Orient with austeren knightes

In at the portes of Pavia shall no prince pass

There shall on Mount Bernard be belded another

There shall upon Goddard a garret be rered

Many giaunt of Gene

Send frekly into Fraunce

To hostay in Almaine with armed knightes;

For yif he reche unto Rome

Ne of welth of this world but worship alone.

Of king or of conquerour crowned in erthe

The knighliest creature in Cristdendom holden

I wolde forsake all my suite of seignoury of Rome

And ettles to be overling of the empire of Rome

By certes thou was my sandes and senatour of Rome

For reverence and realtee of Rome the noble;

Yif he be rebel to Rome

And seekes the saintes of Rome by assent of knightes;

The Sononday in Sutere they sujourn their horses

They turn through Tuskane with towres full high;

And so into Lumbardy

Gos by Mount Goddard full grevous wayes

Til Aachen in Almaine

Til Aachen in Almaine

And through Flaunders they found

And fled at the fore flood; in Flaunders they rowed

the sound of the se and Sandwich belles

To Catrik them conveyed and to Crist them bekenned.

Kaires out of Carlisle

Fro Carlisle to the coste there thy cogge lenges;

I sholde never for Emperour that on erthe lenges

The rent ne red gold that unto Rome longes

Though Sir Lucius had laid thee the lordship of Rome

Thou wendes by Watling Street and by no way elles;

Seven days to Sandwich I set at the large;

To sege the citee of Rome within seven winter

I shall be founden in Fraunce

And turn into Tuskane when me time thinkes

In Lorraine ne in Lumbardy leve shall I nother

In Lorraine ne in Lumbardy leve shall I nother

To Miloine the marvelous and mine down the walles;

By the river of Rhone hold my Round Table

My wele and my worship of all this world rich

And I may see the Romans that are so rich holden

To make route into Rome with riotous knightes.

In Fraunce or in Frisland

In Fraunce or in Frisland

That occupies thine heritage

In the Vale of Viterbo vitail my knights

both of Petersand and of Pis and of the Pount Tremble;

both of Petersand and of Pis and of the Pount Tremble;

both of Petersand and of Pis and of the Pount Tremble;

Merk unto Meloine and mine down the walles

In Lorraine or Lumbardy whether me leve thinkes;

In Lorraine or Lumbardy whether me leve thinkes;

To ride on yon Romans and riot their landes

Of the wightest wyes in all yon West Landes!

Of Wyghte and of Welshland and of the West Marches

Of Wyghte and of Welshland and of the West Marches

Of Wyghte and of Welshland and of the West Marches

He was in Tuskane that time and took of our knightes

As I past in pilgrimage by the Pount Tremble.

That wrought me at Viterbo a vilany ones

Til that I have vanquisht the Viscount of Rome

In West Wales

A! A! says the Welsh king; worshipped be Crist!

For radness of no Roman that regnes in erthe

For radness of no Roman that regnes in erthe

Then the burlich berne of Bretain the Little

I dare say for Scotland that we them scathe limped;

When the Romans regned they ransound our elders

That thus regnes at Rome

That Crist was on crucified

That eier was of Yngland and emperour of Rome

That eier was of Yngland and emperour of Rome

They covered the Capitol and cast down the walles

I have title to take tribute of Rome;

He asked me tyrauntly tribute of Rome

Sir Cador of Cornwall

Til all the rich on row

Malvesy and Muskadell

Sir Owghtreth on tother side

There ne is prelate ne pope ne prince in this erthe

There regned never such realtee within Rome walles!

Reheted the Romans with real speche:

For he was deemed the doughtiest that dwelled in erthe.

Vernage of Venice

Vernage of Venice

Rhenish wine and Rochelle

Rhenish wine and Rochelle

Osay and Algarde and other ynow

Osay and Algarde and other ynow

Then Claret and Crete clergially rennen

Tartes of Turky

By resoun that the Romans were so rich holden

For by the realtee of Rome

Thou durst not for all Lumbardy look on him ones!

We lenge with Sir Lucius

The Romanes for radness rusht to the erthe

The Romanes for radness rusht to the erthe

In the regestre? of Rome

For if thou flee into Fraunce or Frisland other

For if thou flee into Fraunce or Frisland other

Though thou for reddour of Rome run to the erthe!

Brin Bretain the brode and britten thy knightes

Why thou art rebel to Rome and rentes them with-holdes!

In the kidd Capitoil before the king selven

That thou be redy at Rome with all thy Round Table

Sir Lucius Iberius

So come in sodenly a senatour of Rome

Made in mid-winter in tho West Marches!

Then after at Carlisle a Christenmass he holdes

That Caerlion was called

In Glamorgan with glee there gladship was ever

Sways into Swaldie with his snell houndes

Sithen went into Wales with his wyes all

Bretain the brodder

Fro Swynne unto Swetherwike

Fro Swynne unto Swetherwike

Denmark he dressed all by drede of himselven

Of Almaine

Of Almaine

Of Navarre and Norway and Normandy eek

Of Navarre and Norway and Normandy eek

Of Navarre and Norway and Normandy eek

Of Overgne and Anjou

Of Overgne and Anjou

Of Valence and Vienne

Of Valence and Vienne

Of Poitiers and Provence he was prince holden;

Of Poitiers and Provence he was prince holden;

Touraine and Toulouse with towres full high

Touraine and Toulouse with towres full high

Bayonne and Bourdeaux he belded full fair

Bayonne and Bourdeaux he belded full fair

Guienne and Gothland and Grace the rich

Guienne and Gothland and Grace the rich

Guienne and Gothland and Grace the rich

Burgoigne and Brabaunt and Bretain the less

Burgoigne and Brabaunt and Bretain the less

Burgoigne and Brabaunt and Bretain the less

Holland and Hainault they held of him bothen

Holland and Hainault they held of him bothen

bothe Flaunders and Fraunce free til himselven

bothe Flaunders and Fraunce free til himselven

And Wales of war he won at his will

Scathel Scotland by skill he skiftes as him likes

Ireland utterly

Argayle and Orkney and all these oute-iles

Argayle and Orkney and all these oute-iles

Of all that Uter in erthe ought in his time:

Slogh Lucius the lithere that lord was of Rome

That we may kaire til his court

In this wretched world through virtuous living
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