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Rh NOTES. 341 8. ' But come you hither, master/ quoth hee, For I will waken you, master deere, Afore it be time to gona' 9. But upp then rose that lither ladd, And did on hose and shoone ; A coller he cast upon his necke, Hee seemed a gentleman. 10. And when he came to that ladle's chamber, He thrild upon a pinn ; The lady was true of her promise, Rose up and lett him in. 11. He did not kisse that lady gay When he came nor when he youd ; And sore mistrusted that lady gay He was of some churles blood. 12. But home then came that lither ladd, And did of his hose and shoone, And cast that coller from about his necke ; He was but a churles sonne : ' Awaken,' quoth hee, ' my master deere, I hold it time to be gone. 13. * For I have sadled your horsse, master. Well bridled I have your steed ; Have not I served a good breakfast. When time comes I have need.' 14. But up then rose good Glasgerryon, And did on both hose and shoone, And cast a coller about his necke ; He was a kinges sonne. 15. And when he came to that ladle's chamber. He thrild upon a pinn ; The Lady was more then true of promise. Rose up and let him in. 16. Sales, * Whether have you left with me Your braclett or your glove ? Or are you returned backe againe To know more of my love ? ' * Digitized by LjOOQIC
 * Lay your head downe on this stone ;