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194
Þan departed þis batayle:Þo four barouns, wiþ-outen fayl,
Vnder-stode Berard to kepe,
& þemperour toke þe pilgrim,
In a chaumber to loken him
Wiþ seriaunce wise & ȝepe.
Þe douke Berard for-ȝat him nouȝt,
Of a foule tresoun he him bi-þouȝt:
Four kniȝtes he gan clepe.
‘F[or] mi loue,’ he seyd, ‘goþ to-niȝt
Þ[er] þe pilgrim liþ ful riȝt,
& sleþ him in his slepe.’
195
Þai armed hem swiþe welBoþe in iren & in stiel,
& went hem forþ in hast.
Into þe chaumber þai went anon:
Þe pilgrims kepers euerichon
Lay & slepe full fast.
To þe pilgrim þai went ful riȝt,
& left vp þe bedde wiþ her miȝt,
Þo four traitours vnwrast:
To þe se þai beren him,
& boþe bed & þe pilgrim
Into þe see þai cast.
196
To sir Berard þai went anon,& teld him hou þai hadden don;
Þerof he was ful fawe.
‘Sir,’ þai seyd, ‘be nouȝt adred:
Boþe þe pilgrim & þe bed,
Into þe se we han y-þrawe.’
546
Þe sterres on þe heuen he seiȝe,
Þe water about him drawe.
Þei he was ferd no wonder it nis:
Non oþer þing he no seyȝe, y-wis,
Bot winde & wateres wawe.
197
‘Lord,’ seyd Gij, ‘god almiȝt,Þat winde, & water, & al þing diȝt,
On me haue now pite!
Whi is me fallen þus strong cumbring?
& y no fiȝt for to win no þing,
Noiþer gold no fe,
For no cite no no castel,
Bot for mi felawe y loued so wel,
Þat was of gret bounte.
For he was sumtyim so douhti,
& now he is so pouer a bodi,
Certes, it reweþ me.’
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