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Þe chamberlein a non dede,Als þe king him hadde ibede,
& ladde him hom to his in;
& whan he was icomen in,
He tok his leue the chamberlein,
& wente to þe king aȝein.
Littel slep þe king þat niȝt,
For ferd of roulant þat gode kniȝt
Of þe bataille he hadde inome,
Leste he were ouer-come,
For þe king hadde sein fol wel,
Þe kuntenaunse of otuel:
Þe king wiste wel a fin,
Hit was a bold sarazin,
For he sauȝ hit wel by siȝt,
Þo he sauȝ him slen his kniȝt.
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