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Þys luþer kniȝtes alle foure þat slowe seint Thomas
Deide in strong deþ inou as no wonder nas
Hi echone repentant were nemiȝte nomen more
Euere hi cride on sein Thomas to ȝiue ham milce and ore
Deide in strong deþ inou as no wonder nas
Hi echone repentant were nemiȝte nomen more
Euere hi cride on sein Thomas to ȝiue ham milce and ore
Sone after he was aslawe al hore god hi lete
And wende to þe Holy Lond hore sunnes þe bet to bete
Ac sire Willam Tracy newende noȝt forþ wiþ þe oþer þre[o]
He hopede here in Engelond repentant man be[o]
And wende to þe Holy Lond hore sunnes þe bet to bete
Ac sire Willam Tracy newende noȝt forþ wiþ þe oþer þre[o]
He hopede here in Engelond repentant man be[o]
Ac he bicom þare afterward in gret miseise & strang
Is fleiss bigan to breke out and rotede & foule stank
So longe þat he stonk so foule þat deol it was to se[o]
Þat vnneþe miȝte enyman for stench nei him be[o]
Is fleiss bigan to breke out and rotede & foule stank
So longe þat he stonk so foule þat deol it was to se[o]
Þat vnneþe miȝte enyman for stench nei him be[o]
Is fleyss rotede on him ek and alday fel awey
Þat is bones were al bare him ne likede þo no pley
He todrou wiþ is owe honde is fleiss attelaste
Pece and oþer al abrod and awei fram him caste
Þat is bones were al bare him ne likede þo no pley
He todrou wiþ is owe honde is fleiss attelaste
Pece and oþer al abrod and awei fram him caste
He todrou honde and armes mest of echon
Þat þer nas no fleiss bileued bote synuen & bare bon
Monyman it þoȝte wel þat bi is wille were
Forto bete is sunne her þat is soule in peril nere
Wrecchedore gost ne miȝte be[o] þane þis seli prison was
Euere he cride deoluoliche mercy seint Thomas
Þat þer nas no fleiss bileued bote synuen & bare bon
Monyman it þoȝte wel þat bi is wille were
Forto bete is sunne her þat is soule in peril nere
Wrecchedore gost ne miȝte be[o] þane þis seli prison was
Euere he cride deoluoliche mercy seint Thomas
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Attelaste he let is lyf in þis stronge pine
Ȝif it Godes wille were com to gode fine
Þis kniȝtes after hore luþer dede deide sone echon
So þat in þe þridde ȝer þare ne leuede alyue noȝt on
Ȝif it Godes wille were com to gode fine
Þis kniȝtes after hore luþer dede deide sone echon
So þat in þe þridde ȝer þare ne leuede alyue noȝt on
For þe sauter seiþ þat such men þat of tricherye beoþ
Ne ssolleþ noȝt hore dawes lybbe as we alday iseoþ
Þei hy be[o] wel repentant as þis kniȝtes were ich wene
Ȝute ne lybbeþ hi noȝt al hore lyf as it was bi hom isene
Nou for þe loue of seint Thomas þat soffrede so strang martirdom
Vs ȝyue part of þulke ioie þat is soule to com.
Ne ssolleþ noȝt hore dawes lybbe as we alday iseoþ
Þei hy be[o] wel repentant as þis kniȝtes were ich wene
Ȝute ne lybbeþ hi noȝt al hore lyf as it was bi hom isene
Nou for þe loue of seint Thomas þat soffrede so strang martirdom
Vs ȝyue part of þulke ioie þat is soule to com.
Amen
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