IX

Whiles Robin lay within his bed,

A divell came and whispered lowe,--

"Giff you will doe my will," he said,

"None more of sickness you shall knowe!"

Ye which gave joy to Robin's soul--

Saies Robin: "Divell, be it soe,

an that you make me whoale!"

X

That day, upp rising ffrom his bed,

Quoth Robin: "I am well again!"

& backe he came as from ye dead,

& he ben mickle blithe as when

he wooed his doxy long ago;

& Madge did make ado & then

Her teares ffor joy did flowe.

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