Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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Villaine, quoth Amarant, He crufh thee freight
Thy life mall pay thy daring toungs offence :
This clubb, which is about fome hundred weight, 75
Has deathes commifiion to difpatch thee hence :
Dreffe thee for ravens dyett I muft needes ;
And breake thy bones, as they were made of reedes.
Incenfed much att this bold pagans boltes,
Which worthye Guy cold ill endure to heare, 8©
He hewes upon thofe bigg fupporting poftes,
Which like two pillars did his body beare ;
Amarant for thofe wounds in choller growes,
And defperatelye att Guy his clubb he throwes :
Which did direttly on his body light, 85
Soe heavy, and fo weighty there-withall,
That downe to ground on fudden came the knight 5
And, ere he cold recover from his fall,
The gyant gott his clubb againe in fill,
And aimd a blowe that wcnderfullye mill. 90
Traytor, quoth Guy, thy fallhood He repay,
This coward aft to intercept my bloode,
Sayes Amarant, He murther any way,
With enemyes all vantages are good :
O cold I poyfon in thy noftrills blowe,
Befure of it I wold deftroy thee fee.
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