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This messager drank sadly ale and wyn, |
| And stolen wer hise lettres pryvely |
745 | Out of his box, whil he sleep as a swyn; |
| And countrefeted was ful subtilly |
| Another lettre wroght ful synfully, |
| Unto the kyng direct of this mateere |
| Fro his constable, as ye shal after heere. |
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| This messenger drank deep of ale and wine, |
| And stolen were his letters, stealthily, |
745 | Out of his box, while slept he like a swine; |
| And counterfeited was, right cleverly, |
| Another letter, wrought full sinfully, |
| Unto the king; of this event so near, |
| All from the constable, as you shall hear. |
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