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Þenne com he wiþ þe sore Arm þat þorw þe grace was holpen;
In þe nome of þe fader Ioseph him folwed,
clepen him Cleomadas and callen him after.
þenne com þe kyng Eualac and fullouht askes;
In þe nome of þe fader Ioseph him folwede,
Called him Mordreyns ‘a lat mon’ in trouþe.
þen com þe folk to Iosaphe so þikke,
He tok a basin of gold in boþe two his hondes,
Vppon þe heiȝe trinite he let water hiȝe,
And hedde fulwed bi non mo þen fyue þousend.
þenn seis Iosaphe þat Ioseph his fader
mot a-byden him and dwelle þer stille,
while þat he and Naciens gon nouþer þei nusten,
forte cristene þe folk and casten þe false.
But þere an vnsely kyng in prison hem caste,
wiþ muche serwe to him-self siker atte laste;
For þe kyng Mordreyns com with such strengþe,
forte liuere hem out on lyue he lafte none.
Siþen þei bi-tauȝten þe blod twei burnes to holden,
And þei lenden of þe toun and leuen hit þere.