 | Guy of Warwick |  |
‘Leue sone,’ he seyd, ‘leue þat þouȝt:
Bi mi wil schaltow wende nouȝt.
Þou schalt bileue here wiþ me;
Al þe bliþer we wille be.’
‘Leue sone,’ his moder him sede,
‘Þou do bi þi faders rede:
Soiourne wiþ ous to ȝer mo,
Y rede þe, sone, þat it be so.
Anoþer ȝer þou miȝt ouer fare.
Bot þou bileue, y dye for care,
For we ne haue sonis no mo:
Ȝif we þe schul now for-go,
Glad no worþ we neuer mo,
For sorwe schul ous selue slo.’
Bi mi wil schaltow wende nouȝt.
Þou schalt bileue here wiþ me;
Al þe bliþer we wille be.’
‘Leue sone,’ his moder him sede,
‘Þou do bi þi faders rede:
Soiourne wiþ ous to ȝer mo,
Y rede þe, sone, þat it be so.
Anoþer ȝer þou miȝt ouer fare.
Bot þou bileue, y dye for care,
For we ne haue sonis no mo:
Ȝif we þe schul now for-go,
Glad no worþ we neuer mo,
For sorwe schul ous selue slo.’
Gij answerd wiþ þat speche,
‘Fader, god y þe biteche,
& mi leue moder al-so;
For hastiliche ichil nov go.’
‘Fader, god y þe biteche,
& mi leue moder al-so;
For hastiliche ichil nov go.’
| Guy of Warwick | |