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, His sister thus restor'd! And soon a messenger was sent To cheer her drooping lord: Who came in haste with all his peers, To fetch her home to Greece; Where many happy years they reign'd In perfect love and peace. To them sir Ursine did succeed, And long the sceptre bear. Sir Valentine he stay'd in France, And was his uncle's heir. FOOTNOTES: [132] _i.e._ A lake that served for a moat to a castle. THE KING AND MILLER OF MANSFIELD. PART THE FIRST. Henry, our royal king, would ride a hunting To the green forest, so pleasant and fair; To see the harts skipping, and dainty does tripping: Unto merry Sherwood his nobles repair: Hawk and hound were unbound, all things prepar'd For the game, in the same, with good regard. All a long summer's day rode the king pleasantly, With all his princes and nobles each one; Chasing the hart and hind, and the buck gallantly, Till the dark evening forc'd all to turn home. Then at last, riding fast, he had lost quite All his lords in the wood, late in the night. Wandering thus wearily, all alone, up and down, With a rude miller he met at the last: Asking the ready way unto fair Nottingham; Sir, quoth the miller, I mean not to jest, Yet I think, what I think, sooth for to say, You do not lightly ride out of your way. Why, what dost thou think of me, quoth our king merrily, Passing thy judgment upon me so brief? Good faith, said the miller, I mean not to flatter thee; I guess thee to be but some gentleman thief; Stand thee back, in the dark; light not adown, Lest that I presently crack thy knave's crown. Thou dost abuse me much, quoth the king, saying thus; I am a gentleman; lodging I lack. Thou hast not, quoth th' miller, one groat in thy purse; All thy inheritance hangs on thy back. I have gold to discharge all that I call;[133] If it be forty pence, I will pay all. If thou beest a true man, then quoth the miller, I swear by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night. Here's my hand, quoth the king; that was I ever. Nay, soft, quoth the miller, thou may'st be a sprite. Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake; With none but honest men hands will I take. Thus they went all along unto the miller's house: Wher
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