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Bi þe moneþ ende at eue
Gij was al hole & toke his leue
From þe gode ermite, he went his way
Toward Poile, also þe way lay.
To þe king he is icome
Þat him bede mani warisone,
& miche tresour of siluer & of gold;
Ac Gij þerof non haue no wold.
At ich plas & turnament
Gij hadde þe priis verrament.
Was þer non in al þat lond,
Þat his dent miȝt astond.
Þer-fore men loued him swiþe miche,
& vnder-fenge him bleþeliche;
Alle gode men he was leue & dere,
& wiþ hem alle pleye-fere.
Atte king he toke leue þo;
Into Sessoyne he is ygo.
Gij was al hole & toke his leue
From þe gode ermite, he went his way
Toward Poile, also þe way lay.
To þe king he is icome
Þat him bede mani warisone,
& miche tresour of siluer & of gold;
Ac Gij þerof non haue no wold.
At ich plas & turnament
Gij hadde þe priis verrament.
Was þer non in al þat lond,
Þat his dent miȝt astond.
Þer-fore men loued him swiþe miche,
& vnder-fenge him bleþeliche;
Alle gode men he was leue & dere,
& wiþ hem alle pleye-fere.
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Into Sessoyne he is ygo.
Now he is comen to þe douk Reyner,
Þat him loued and held dere;
He him vnder-feng wiþ worþschipe,
& dede him miche manschipe.
So long in þat cuntre bileued he is,
Þat ouer alle oþer he is praised y-wis.
Gij him biþouȝt þo
Þat he hadde þer y-nouȝ ydo:
Into Inglond he wald wende,
For to speke wiþ his frende;
For it was ago fif ȝer
Þat he was last þer;
In lasse while þan þat was
Might falle mani wonder cas.
Þurch cuntres has he hadde y-went,
Quens and cuntas him haþ of-sent,
Ac non of hem he nold sikerliche
Bot Felice þat he loued so miche.
What for his miȝt and his godenisse,
For his nortour and his largesse,
Þer nis kniȝt þat so miche preysed be
Unto Antiage, þat riche cite.
Þat him loued and held dere;
He him vnder-feng wiþ worþschipe,
& dede him miche manschipe.
So long in þat cuntre bileued he is,
Þat ouer alle oþer he is praised y-wis.
Gij him biþouȝt þo
Þat he hadde þer y-nouȝ ydo:
Into Inglond he wald wende,
For to speke wiþ his frende;
For it was ago fif ȝer
Þat he was last þer;
In lasse while þan þat was
Might falle mani wonder cas.
Þurch cuntres has he hadde y-went,
Quens and cuntas him haþ of-sent,
Ac non of hem he nold sikerliche
Bot Felice þat he loued so miche.
What for his miȝt and his godenisse,
For his nortour and his largesse,
Þer nis kniȝt þat so miche preysed be
Unto Antiage, þat riche cite.
Gij him spedde niȝt & day;
Into Inglond he toke þe way.
Into Inglond he toke þe way.
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