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With such weapons as we have here,
Till we get from your place;
And if we live this hundredth yere,
We will ask you no graee.
Ye speak too proudly, said the King,
Ye shall be hanged all three;
That were great pity, said the Queen,
If any grace might be.
When I eame first into this land,
To be your wedded wife,
The first boon that I wolde you ask,
Ye would it grant belyfe.
And I asked you never one till now,
Therefore, lord, grant it me;
Now ask it, Madam, said the King,
And granted it shall be.
Then, good my lord, I you beseeeh
These yeomen grant ye me;
Madam, ye might have asked a boon
That was worth all the three.
Ye might have asked towns and towers,
Parkes and forests plente;
None so pleasant, by my fay, she said,
Nor none so lefe to me.
Madam, sith it is your desire,
Your asking granted shall be,
But I had lever given you
Good market towns three.
The Queen was then a glad woman.
And said, lord, gramercy;
I dare undertake for them all
That true men they shall be.
