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"Ye, Goddes armes!" quod this riotour, |
| "Is it swich peril with hym for to meete? |
| I shal hym seke, by wey and eek by strete, |
| I make avow to Goddes digne bones! |
410 | Herkneth, felawes, we thre been al ones; |
| Lat ech of us holde up his hand til oother, |
| And ech of us bicomen otheres brother, |
| And we wol sleen this false traytour Deeth. |
| He shal be slayn, which that so manye sleeth, |
415 | By Goddes dignitee, er it be nyght!" |
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| "Yea, by God's arms!" exclaimed this roisterer, |
| "Is it such peril, then, this Death to meet? |
| I'll seek him in the road and in the street, |
| As I now vow to God's own noble bones! |
410 | Hear, comrades, we're of one mind, as each owns; |
| Let each of us hold up his hand to other |
| And each of us become the other's brother, |
| And we three will go slay this traitor Death; |
| He shall be slain who's stopped so many a breath, |
415 | By God's great dignity, before it is night." |
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