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Now goþ Gij sore desmaid,
His woundes him han iuel afreyd.

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To an ermite he is y-go,
Þat he was ere aqueynted to;
His woundes þer hele he dede
Wiþouten noise in that stede.
Miche he him dradde þe douk Otoun,
So ful he was of tresoun.
Þabot of whom ich er of teld,
On Herhaud he hadde gret rewþe to biheld;
He dede beren his body
Into a chamber to vnarmy.
A monk of þe house biheld him,
Bodi & heued & ich a lim.
Þilke monk sorgien was,
Þe vertu he knewe of mani a gras;
Þe wounde he biheld stedefastliche,
Þat in his body was so griseliche.
Bi the wounde he seye y-wis
Þat to þe deþ wounded he nis,
& seye þat he hym hele miȝt;
& so he dede ful wele, y pliȝt.