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hic incipit aparicio cleophe et luce.
Cleophas
My brothir lucas I ȝow pray
plesynge to ȝow if þat it be
To þe castel of Emawus A lytyl way
Þat ȝe vowche-saf to go with me.
lucas
All redy brother I walke with the
to ȝone castell with ryght good chere
Euyn to-gedyr Anon go we
brother cleophas we to infere.
Cleophas
A brother lucas I am sore mevyd
Whan cryst oure mayster comyth in my mynde
whan that I thynke how he was grevyd
Joye in myn herte kan I non fynde
he was so lowlye so good so kynde
holy of lyf and meke of mood
Alas þe jewys þei were to blynde
hym for to kylle þat was so good.
lucas
Brothyr cleophas ȝe sey ful soth
they were to cursyd and to cruell
And judas þat traytour he was to loth
Ffor gold and sylvyr his Mayster to selle
the jewys were redy hym for to qwelle
With skorgys bete out all his blood
Alas þei were to fers and ffelle
Shamfully þei henge hym on a rood.
Cleophas
Ȝa be-twen to Thevys Alas for shame
they henge hym up with body rent
Alas alas they were to blame
to cursyd and cruel was þer intent
Whan for thurste he was nere shent
Eyȝil and galle þei ȝovyn hym to drynke
Alas for ruthe his deth thei bent
in a ffowle place of horryble stynke.
lucas
Ȝa And cawse in hym cowde they non fynde
Alas for sorwe what was here thought
And he dede helpe bothe lame and blynde
And all seke men þat were hym browght
A-ȝens vice Alwey he wrought
synfull dede wold he nevyr do
ȝit hym to kylle þei sparyd nought
Alas Alas why dede they so.
Jhesus
Well ovyr-take ȝe serys in same
to walke in felachep with ȝow I pray.
lucas
welcom serys in goddys name
of good felachep we sey not nay.
Jhesus
Qwat is ȝour langage to me ȝe say
that ȝe haue to-gedyr ȝe to
sory and Evysum ȝe ben Alway
ȝour myrthe is gon why is it so.
Cleophas
Sere me thynkyth þou art a pore pylgrym
here walkynge be þi selfe A-lone
and in þe cete of jerusalem
þou knowyst ryght lytyl what þer is done
Ffor pylgrymys comyn and gon ryth sone
Ryght lytyl whyle pylgrymes do dwelle
In all jerusalem as þou hast gone
I trowe no tydyngys þat þou canst telle.
Jhesus
Why in Jerusalem what thynge is wrought
What tydyngys fro thens brynge ȝe.
lucas
Cleophas
Jhesus
lucas
Leve Ageyn man be in pes
how xulde A ded man evyr A-ryse
I cowncell þe such wurdys to ses
Ffor dowte of pylat þat hyȝ justyce
he was slayn At þe gre A-syse
be cowncell of lordys many on
Of suche langage take bettyr A-vise
In every company þer þou dost gon.
Christus
Trewth dyd nevyr his maystyr shame
Why xulde I ses than trewth to say
Be Jonas þe prophete I preve þe same
Þat was in a Whallys body iij nyghtis and iij day
So longe Cryst in his grave lay
As Jonas was with-inne þe se
his grave is brokyn þat was of clay
to lyff Resyn Aȝen now is he.
Cleophas
Sey nott so man it may not be
thow thyn exaunple be sumdele good
Ffor jonas on lyve evyr more was he
And Cryst was slayn vpon A rood
The Jewys on hym they were so wood
Þat to his herte A spere they pyght
he bled owt All his herte blood
how xulde he thanne ryse with myght.
Christus
Take hede at Aaron and his dede styk
Which was ded of his nature
And ȝit he floryschyd with flowrys ful thyk
and bare Almaundys of grett valure
The dede styk was signifure
how cryst þat shamfully was deed and slayn
As þat dede styk bare frute ful pure
So cryst xuld ryse to lyve a-geyn.
lucas
That A deed styk ffrute xulde bere
I merveyle sore þer of i-wys
but ȝitt hym sylf ffro deth to rere
And leve A-geyn more woundyr it is
That he doth leve I trost not this
Ffor he hath bled his blood so red
but ȝitt of myrthe evyr moor I mys
Whan I haue mende þat he is ded.
Christus
Why be ȝe so hard of truste
dede not Cryst reyse thorwe his owyn myght
lazare þat deed lay vndyr þe duste
And stynkyd ryght foule as I ȝow plyght
To lyff Cryst reysid hym a-ȝen ful ryght
out of his graue þis is serteyn
why may nat Cryste hym self þus qwyght
and ryse from deth to lyve Ageyn.
Cleophas
Now trewly sere ȝour wurdys ben good
I haue in ȝow ryght grett delyght
I pray ȝow sere with mylde mood
to dwelle with vs all þis nyght.
Christus
I must gon hens a-non ful ryght
Ffor grett massagys I haue to do
I wolde abyde yf þat I myght
but at þis tyme I must hens go.
lucas
Ȝe xal not gon fro us þis nyght
It waxit all derke gon is þe day
þe sonne is downe lorn is þe lyght
ȝe xal not gon from vs A-way.
Christus
I may not dwelle As I ȝow say
I must þis nyght go to my ffrende
þerfore good bretheryn I ȝow pray
lett me not my wey to wende.
Cleophas
Trewly from vs ȝe xal not go
ȝe xal abyde with us here stylle
ȝour goodly dalyaunce plesyth us so
We may nevyr haue of ȝow oure fylle
We pray ȝow sere with herty wylle
All nyght with us abyde And dwelle
more goodly langage to talkyn vs tylle
and of ȝour good dalyaunce more ffor to telle.
lucas
Ȝa brothyr cleophas be myn Assent
lete us hym kepe with strenth and myght
Sett on ȝoure hand with good entent
And pulle hym with us þe wey well ryght
The day is done sere and now it is nyght
Why wole ȝe hens now from us go
ȝe xal abyde as I ȝow plyght
ȝe xal not walke þis nyght vs ffro.
Cleophas
This nyght fro us ȝe go not Away
we xal ȝow kepe be-twen us tweyne
to vs þerfore ȝe sey not nay
but walke with us þe wey is pleyne.
Christus
Sythyn ȝe kepe me with myght and mayn
With herty wyll I xal abyde.
lucas
of ȝour abydyng we be fulfayn
no man more wel-kom in þis werd wyde.
Cleophas
Off oure maystyr Cryst Jhesu
Ffor ȝe do speke so mech good
I loue ȝow hertyly trust me trew
he was bothe meke and mylde of mood
Of hym to speke is to me food
If ȝe had knowe hym I dare wel say
And in what plyght with hym it stood
ȝe wold haue thought on hym many A day.
lucas
Many A day ȝa ȝa i-wys
he was a man of holy levynge
Thow he had be þe childe of god in blys
bothe wyse and woundyrfull was his werkynge
But Aftere ȝour labour and ferre walkynge
takyth þis loff and etyth sum bred
And than wyl we haue more talkynge
Of Cryst oure maystyr þat is now ded.
Christus
Beth mery and glad with hert fful fre
ffor of cryst jhesu þat was ȝour ffrende
ȝe xal haue tydyngys of game and gle
with-inne A whyle or ȝe hens wende
with myn hand þis bred I blys
And breke it here as ȝe do se
I ȝeve ȝow parte Also of þis
this bred to ete and blythe to be.
hic subito discedat christus ab oculis eorum.
[Cleophas]
A mercy god what was oure happe
was not oure hert with loue brennynge
Whan cryst oure mayster so nere oure lappe
Dede sitte and speke such suete talkynge
He is now quyk and man lyvenge
þat fyrst was slayn and put in grave
now may we chaunge all oure mornynge
Ffor oure lord is resyn his seruauntys to saue.
Lucas
Alas for sorwe what hap was this
Whan he dyd walke with vs in way
he prevyd by scripture ryght wel i-wys
þat he was resyn from vndyr clay
We trustyd hym not but evyr seyd nay
Alas for shame why seyd we so
he is Resyn to lyve þis day
out of his grave oure lord is go.
Cleophas
latt us here no lengere dwelle
but to oure bretheryn þe wey we wende
With talys trewe to them we telle
that cryst doth leve oure mayster and frende.
lucas
I graunt þer-to with hert ful hende
lete us go walke forthe in oure way
I am ful joyfull in hert and mende
þat oure lord levyth þat fyrst ded lay.
Cleophas
Now was it not goodly don
of cryst jhesu oure mayster dere
he hath with us a large wey gon
And of his vprysyng he dede us lere
Whan he walkyd with us in fere
And we supposyd hym both dede and colde
þat he was A-resyn ffrom vndyr bere
be holy scripture þe trewth he tolde.
lucas
Ryght lovyngely don for-sothe this was
What myght oure mayster tyl us do more
Than us to chere þat fforth dede pas
and ffor his deth we murnyd ful sore
Ffor loue of hym oure myrthe was lore
We were ffor hym ryght hevy in herte
but now oure myrth he doth restore
Ffor he is resyn bothe heyl and qwert.
Cleophas
That he is þus resyn I haue grett woundyr
An hevy ston ovyr hym þer lay
how shulde he breke þe ston A-soundyr
þat was deed and colde in clay
Euery man þis mervayle may
And drede þat lord of mekyl myght
but ȝit of þis no man sey nay
Ffor we haue seyn hym with opyn syght.
lucas
That he doth leve I woot wel this
he is A-resyn with flesch and blood
A levynge man for-sothe he is
þat rewly was rent upon a rood
All heyl dere brothyr and chaunge ȝour mood
Ffor cryst doth levyn and hath his hele
We walkyd in wey with cryst so good
and spak with hym wurdys fele.
Cleophas
Evyn tyll Emawus þe grett castell
ffrom jerusalem with hym we went
Syxti ffurlonge as we ȝow telle
we went with hym evyn passent
he spak with us with good entent
þat Cryst xuld leve he tolde tyll us
And previd it be scripture verament
trust me trewe it is ryght thus.
lucas
Ȝa and whan he had longe spokyn vs tylle
he wold ffrom vs agon his way
with strenght and myght we keptyn hym stylle
And bred we tokyn hym to etyn in fay
he brak þe loff As Evyn on tway
As ony sharpe knyff xuld kytt breed
þer-by we knew þe trewth þat day
þat cryst dede leve and was not deed.
Petrus
Now trewly serys I haue grett woundyr
of these grete merveylis þat ȝe vs telle
In brekynge of bred fful evyn A-soundyr
oure mayster ȝe knew and lord ryght well
Ȝe sey Cryst levith þat jewys dyd qwelle
tyll us glad tydyngys þis is serteyn
and þat oure mayster with ȝow so longe dede dwelle
it doth well preve þat he levith a-geyn.
Cleophas
My brothir lucas I ȝow pray
plesynge to ȝow if þat it be
To þe castel of Emawus A lytyl way
Þat ȝe vowche-saf to go with me.
lucas
All redy brother I walke with the
to ȝone castell with ryght good chere
Euyn to-gedyr Anon go we
brother cleophas we to infere.
Cleophas
A brother lucas I am sore mevyd
Whan cryst oure mayster comyth in my mynde
whan that I thynke how he was grevyd
Joye in myn herte kan I non fynde
he was so lowlye so good so kynde
holy of lyf and meke of mood
Alas þe jewys þei were to blynde
hym for to kylle þat was so good.
lucas
Brothyr cleophas ȝe sey ful soth
they were to cursyd and to cruell
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Ffor gold and sylvyr his Mayster to selle
the jewys were redy hym for to qwelle
With skorgys bete out all his blood
Alas þei were to fers and ffelle
Shamfully þei henge hym on a rood.
Cleophas
Ȝa be-twen to Thevys Alas for shame
they henge hym up with body rent
Alas alas they were to blame
to cursyd and cruel was þer intent
Whan for thurste he was nere shent
Eyȝil and galle þei ȝovyn hym to drynke
Alas for ruthe his deth thei bent
in a ffowle place of horryble stynke.
lucas
Ȝa And cawse in hym cowde they non fynde
Alas for sorwe what was here thought
And he dede helpe bothe lame and blynde
And all seke men þat were hym browght
A-ȝens vice Alwey he wrought
synfull dede wold he nevyr do
ȝit hym to kylle þei sparyd nought
Alas Alas why dede they so.
Jhesus
Well ovyr-take ȝe serys in same
to walke in felachep with ȝow I pray.
lucas
welcom serys in goddys name
of good felachep we sey not nay.
Jhesus
Qwat is ȝour langage to me ȝe say
that ȝe haue to-gedyr ȝe to
sory and Evysum ȝe ben Alway
ȝour myrthe is gon why is it so.
Cleophas
Sere me thynkyth þou art a pore pylgrym
here walkynge be þi selfe A-lone
and in þe cete of jerusalem
þou knowyst ryght lytyl what þer is done
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Ryght lytyl whyle pylgrymes do dwelle
In all jerusalem as þou hast gone
I trowe no tydyngys þat þou canst telle.
Jhesus
Why in Jerusalem what thynge is wrought
What tydyngys fro thens brynge ȝe.
lucas
A ther haue they slayn a man for nought
gyltles he was as we telle the
An holy prophete with god was he
myghtyly in wurde and eke in dede
of god he had ryght grett pooste
Amonge þe pepyl his name gan sprede.
gyltles he was as we telle the
An holy prophete with god was he
myghtyly in wurde and eke in dede
of god he had ryght grett pooste
Amonge þe pepyl his name gan sprede.
he hyght jhesu of nazareth
A man he was of ryght grett fame
the jewys hym kylde with cruel deth.
with-out trespas or Any blame
hym to scorne they had grett game
And naylid hym streyte on tyll a tre
Alas Alas me thynkyth grett shame
With-out cawse þat this xulde be.
A man he was of ryght grett fame
the jewys hym kylde with cruel deth.
with-out trespas or Any blame
hym to scorne they had grett game
And naylid hym streyte on tyll a tre
Alas Alas me thynkyth grett shame
With-out cawse þat this xulde be.
Cleophas
Ȝa sere and ryght grett trost in hym we had
All Israel countre þat he xulde saue
the thrydde day is this þat he was clad
in coold cley and leyd in grave
Ȝitt woundyrful tydyngys of hym we haue
Of women þat sought hym be-forn day lyth
wethyr they sey truthe or ellys do raue
We can not telle þe trew verdyth.
All Israel countre þat he xulde saue
the thrydde day is this þat he was clad
in coold cley and leyd in grave
Ȝitt woundyrful tydyngys of hym we haue
Of women þat sought hym be-forn day lyth
wethyr they sey truthe or ellys do raue
We can not telle þe trew verdyth.
Whan cryst in grave þei cowde not se
they comyn to us And Evyn thus tolde
How þat An Aungell seyd to them thre
that he xuld leve with brest fful bolde
Ȝitt petyr and johan preve this wolde
to Crystys graue they ran thei tweyne
and whan they come to þe graue so coolde
They fownde þe women fful trewe sertayne.
they comyn to us And Evyn thus tolde
How þat An Aungell seyd to them thre
that he xuld leve with brest fful bolde
Ȝitt petyr and johan preve this wolde
to Crystys graue they ran thei tweyne
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They fownde þe women fful trewe sertayne.
Jhesus
A ȝe Ffonnys And Slought of herte
Ffor to be-leve in holy scrypture
haue not prophetys with wurdys smerte
Spoke be tokenys in signifure
That Cryste xuld deye ffor ȝour valure
And syth entre his joye and blys
why be ȝe of herte so dure
And trust not in god þat myghtful is.
Ffor to be-leve in holy scrypture
haue not prophetys with wurdys smerte
Spoke be tokenys in signifure
That Cryste xuld deye ffor ȝour valure
And syth entre his joye and blys
why be ȝe of herte so dure
And trust not in god þat myghtful is.
Bothe Moyses and Aaron and othyr mo
in holy scrypture ȝe may rede it
of Crystis deth thei spak Also
And how he xuld ryse out of his pitt
Owt of ffeyth than why do ȝe fflitte
Whan holy prophetys ȝow teche so pleyne
turne ȝoure thought and chaunge ȝour witte
And truste wele þat cryst doth leve a-geyne.
in holy scrypture ȝe may rede it
of Crystis deth thei spak Also
And how he xuld ryse out of his pitt
Owt of ffeyth than why do ȝe fflitte
Whan holy prophetys ȝow teche so pleyne
turne ȝoure thought and chaunge ȝour witte
And truste wele þat cryst doth leve a-geyne.
lucas
Leve Ageyn man be in pes
how xulde A ded man evyr A-ryse
I cowncell þe such wurdys to ses
Ffor dowte of pylat þat hyȝ justyce
he was slayn At þe gre A-syse
be cowncell of lordys many on
Of suche langage take bettyr A-vise
In every company þer þou dost gon.
Christus
Trewth dyd nevyr his maystyr shame
Why xulde I ses than trewth to say
Be Jonas þe prophete I preve þe same
Þat was in a Whallys body iij nyghtis and iij day
So longe Cryst in his grave lay
As Jonas was with-inne þe se
his grave is brokyn þat was of clay
to lyff Resyn Aȝen now is he.
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Sey nott so man it may not be
thow thyn exaunple be sumdele good
Ffor jonas on lyve evyr more was he
And Cryst was slayn vpon A rood
The Jewys on hym they were so wood
Þat to his herte A spere they pyght
he bled owt All his herte blood
how xulde he thanne ryse with myght.
Christus
Take hede at Aaron and his dede styk
Which was ded of his nature
And ȝit he floryschyd with flowrys ful thyk
and bare Almaundys of grett valure
The dede styk was signifure
how cryst þat shamfully was deed and slayn
As þat dede styk bare frute ful pure
So cryst xuld ryse to lyve a-geyn.
lucas
That A deed styk ffrute xulde bere
I merveyle sore þer of i-wys
but ȝitt hym sylf ffro deth to rere
And leve A-geyn more woundyr it is
That he doth leve I trost not this
Ffor he hath bled his blood so red
but ȝitt of myrthe evyr moor I mys
Whan I haue mende þat he is ded.
Christus
Why be ȝe so hard of truste
dede not Cryst reyse thorwe his owyn myght
lazare þat deed lay vndyr þe duste
And stynkyd ryght foule as I ȝow plyght
To lyff Cryst reysid hym a-ȝen ful ryght
out of his graue þis is serteyn
why may nat Cryste hym self þus qwyght
and ryse from deth to lyve Ageyn.
Cleophas
Now trewly sere ȝour wurdys ben good
I haue in ȝow ryght grett delyght
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to dwelle with vs all þis nyght.
Christus
I must gon hens a-non ful ryght
Ffor grett massagys I haue to do
I wolde abyde yf þat I myght
but at þis tyme I must hens go.
lucas
Ȝe xal not gon fro us þis nyght
It waxit all derke gon is þe day
þe sonne is downe lorn is þe lyght
ȝe xal not gon from vs A-way.
Christus
I may not dwelle As I ȝow say
I must þis nyght go to my ffrende
þerfore good bretheryn I ȝow pray
lett me not my wey to wende.
Cleophas
Trewly from vs ȝe xal not go
ȝe xal abyde with us here stylle
ȝour goodly dalyaunce plesyth us so
We may nevyr haue of ȝow oure fylle
We pray ȝow sere with herty wylle
All nyght with us abyde And dwelle
more goodly langage to talkyn vs tylle
and of ȝour good dalyaunce more ffor to telle.
lucas
Ȝa brothyr cleophas be myn Assent
lete us hym kepe with strenth and myght
Sett on ȝoure hand with good entent
And pulle hym with us þe wey well ryght
The day is done sere and now it is nyght
Why wole ȝe hens now from us go
ȝe xal abyde as I ȝow plyght
ȝe xal not walke þis nyght vs ffro.
Cleophas
This nyght fro us ȝe go not Away
we xal ȝow kepe be-twen us tweyne
to vs þerfore ȝe sey not nay
but walke with us þe wey is pleyne.
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Sythyn ȝe kepe me with myght and mayn
With herty wyll I xal abyde.
lucas
of ȝour abydyng we be fulfayn
no man more wel-kom in þis werd wyde.
Cleophas
Off oure maystyr Cryst Jhesu
Ffor ȝe do speke so mech good
I loue ȝow hertyly trust me trew
he was bothe meke and mylde of mood
Of hym to speke is to me food
If ȝe had knowe hym I dare wel say
And in what plyght with hym it stood
ȝe wold haue thought on hym many A day.
lucas
Many A day ȝa ȝa i-wys
he was a man of holy levynge
Thow he had be þe childe of god in blys
bothe wyse and woundyrfull was his werkynge
But Aftere ȝour labour and ferre walkynge
takyth þis loff and etyth sum bred
And than wyl we haue more talkynge
Of Cryst oure maystyr þat is now ded.
Christus
Beth mery and glad with hert fful fre
ffor of cryst jhesu þat was ȝour ffrende
ȝe xal haue tydyngys of game and gle
with-inne A whyle or ȝe hens wende
with myn hand þis bred I blys
And breke it here as ȝe do se
I ȝeve ȝow parte Also of þis
this bred to ete and blythe to be.
hic subito discedat christus ab oculis eorum.
[Cleophas]
A mercy god what was oure happe
was not oure hert with loue brennynge
Whan cryst oure mayster so nere oure lappe
Dede sitte and speke such suete talkynge
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þat fyrst was slayn and put in grave
now may we chaunge all oure mornynge
Ffor oure lord is resyn his seruauntys to saue.
Lucas
Alas for sorwe what hap was this
Whan he dyd walke with vs in way
he prevyd by scripture ryght wel i-wys
þat he was resyn from vndyr clay
We trustyd hym not but evyr seyd nay
Alas for shame why seyd we so
he is Resyn to lyve þis day
out of his grave oure lord is go.
Cleophas
latt us here no lengere dwelle
but to oure bretheryn þe wey we wende
With talys trewe to them we telle
that cryst doth leve oure mayster and frende.
lucas
I graunt þer-to with hert ful hende
lete us go walke forthe in oure way
I am ful joyfull in hert and mende
þat oure lord levyth þat fyrst ded lay.
Cleophas
Now was it not goodly don
of cryst jhesu oure mayster dere
he hath with us a large wey gon
And of his vprysyng he dede us lere
Whan he walkyd with us in fere
And we supposyd hym both dede and colde
þat he was A-resyn ffrom vndyr bere
be holy scripture þe trewth he tolde.
lucas
Ryght lovyngely don for-sothe this was
What myght oure mayster tyl us do more
Than us to chere þat fforth dede pas
and ffor his deth we murnyd ful sore
Ffor loue of hym oure myrthe was lore
We were ffor hym ryght hevy in herte
but now oure myrth he doth restore
Ffor he is resyn bothe heyl and qwert.
345
That he is þus resyn I haue grett woundyr
An hevy ston ovyr hym þer lay
how shulde he breke þe ston A-soundyr
þat was deed and colde in clay
Euery man þis mervayle may
And drede þat lord of mekyl myght
but ȝit of þis no man sey nay
Ffor we haue seyn hym with opyn syght.
lucas
That he doth leve I woot wel this
he is A-resyn with flesch and blood
A levynge man for-sothe he is
þat rewly was rent upon a rood
All heyl dere brothyr and chaunge ȝour mood
Ffor cryst doth levyn and hath his hele
We walkyd in wey with cryst so good
and spak with hym wurdys fele.
Cleophas
Evyn tyll Emawus þe grett castell
ffrom jerusalem with hym we went
Syxti ffurlonge as we ȝow telle
we went with hym evyn passent
he spak with us with good entent
þat Cryst xuld leve he tolde tyll us
And previd it be scripture verament
trust me trewe it is ryght thus.
lucas
Ȝa and whan he had longe spokyn vs tylle
he wold ffrom vs agon his way
with strenght and myght we keptyn hym stylle
And bred we tokyn hym to etyn in fay
he brak þe loff As Evyn on tway
As ony sharpe knyff xuld kytt breed
þer-by we knew þe trewth þat day
þat cryst dede leve and was not deed.
346
Now trewly serys I haue grett woundyr
of these grete merveylis þat ȝe vs telle
In brekynge of bred fful evyn A-soundyr
oure mayster ȝe knew and lord ryght well
Ȝe sey Cryst levith þat jewys dyd qwelle
tyll us glad tydyngys þis is serteyn
and þat oure mayster with ȝow so longe dede dwelle
it doth well preve þat he levith a-geyn.
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