 | Guy of Warwick |  |
298
When sir Tirri herd telle þis,Þat Gij, his fere, ded is,
& birid in þe clay,
He com to þis lond, wiþ-outen lesing,
& bisouȝt Aþelston þe king
His bodi to leden oway.
He it graunted him ful ȝare,
628
Into his owhen cuntray.
An abbay he lete make þo
For to sing for hem to
Euermore til domesday.
299
Now haue ȝe herd, lordinges, of Gij,Þat in his time was so hardi,
& holden hende & fre,
& euer he loued treuþe & riȝt,
& serued god wiþ al his miȝt,
Þat sit in trinite,
& þer-fore at his ending day
He went to þe ioie þat lasteþ ay,
& euer-more schal be.
Now god leue ous to liue so,
Þat we may þat ioie com to.
Amen, par charite.
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