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That Emperour is now returned to Aix.

The felon Guene, all in his iron chains Is in that town, before the King's Palace;Those serfs have bound him, fast upon his stake, In deer-hide thongs his hands they've helpless made, With clubs and whips they trounce him well and baste:

He has deserved not any better fate;

In bitter grief his trial there he awaits.