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‘I haue wonder,’ said the knyght,

‘How he gate the, lady bryght,

Fro my lord the kyng.’

She tells Torrent f. 104a.

‘Sir,’ she said, ‘verament, 1685

As my fader on huntyng went

Erly in a mornyng, [1700]

Fore his men pursued a dere,

To his castell̴, that stondith here,

That doth my hondys wryng, 1690

that her Father gave her, as his ransom, to the Giant.

This Giaunt hym toke, wo he be!

For his love he gevith hym⁾ me,

He wold none other thinge.’

1688. For MS.