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God's curse on his hartt, saide William, 105
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Thys day thy cote dyd on; If it had ben no better then myne, It had gone nere thy bone.
human
Yelde the, Cloudeslè, sayd the justise,
gpt
And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro: 110
human
Gods curse on hys hart, sayde fair Alice,
gpt
That my husband councelleth so.
human
Set fyre on the house, saide the sherife,
gpt
Syth it wyll no better be, And brenne we therin William, he saide, 115
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Hys wyfe and chyldren thre.
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Alas! then cryed fayr Alice,
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I se we here shall dy.