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The lady wase neuyr⁾ so a-drad,

In to the hale sche hym lad, 290

That lemyred ase gold bryght;

f. 81a.

Sche byrlyd whyt wyne and Rede:

‘Make vse myrre a-geyne owre Dedd,

I wot will̴, yt ys so dyght!’

He tells her he has kild the Giant.

‘Be my trowthe!’ seyd Torrent, 295

‘I wole be thy warrant,

He comythe not here thys nyght.

On soche a slepe he ys browght,

All̴ men of lyve wakythe hym nowght,

But onely godes myght.’ 300

300. godes myght] gode a lone MS.