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Otuwel a non riȝtes,Leet armen him, & alle hise kniȝtes;
Þo he was armed & wel i-diȝt,
He wente to þe king a non riȝt,
& seide, “sire, i dwelle to longe,
Roulond, oliuer, an ogger þe stronge,
Oue[r] þe water alle þre,
Beþ went for envie of me,
To loke wher þei miȝten spede,
To don any douȝti deede,
Among þe sarazins bolde:
& i sscholde be couward hoolde,
Þer fore i nele no lengere abide;
To sechen hem ich wole ride.
Þauȝ þei habben envie to me,
Ich wille for þe loue of þe,
Fonden whoþer i miȝte comen,
To helpen hem ar þei weren inomen.
& ȝif hem any harm bytit,
Let ham witen hare oune wit.”
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