human
We haue a letter, sayd Adam Bel, 25
gpt
To the justice we must it bryng;[L26] Let us in, our messag to do, That we were agayne to our kyng.
human
Here commeth no man in, sayd the porter,[L29]
gpt
By hym that dyed on a tre,[L30] 30 Tyll a false thefe be hanged, Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè.
human
Lo here we have the kynges seale; What! lordeyne, art thou wode?
gpt
Welcome be my lordes seale, he saide,
human
For that ye shall come in:
gpt
Now are we in, sayde Adam Bell, 45
human
Thereof we are full faine, But Christ knoweth that harowed hell,[L47] How we shall com out agayne.