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Soche werkys new sche wroght,
Neythyr in dede, nor in thoght,

Save a rynge fo free,
To the erle of Tullous fche gafe hyt wyth wynne,
Yn ese of hym, and for no fynne,

In schryfte thus tolde fche me.


The erle fayde, Syth hyt ys foo,
Cryste wreke hur of hur woo,

That boght hur wyth hys bloode !
Wolde ye sekyr me, wythowt fayle,
For to holde trewe counfayle,

Hyt myght be for youre gode.
The abbot seyde, be bokes fele,
And be hys professyon, that he wolde hele,

And ellys he were wode.
“ Y am he that sche gaf the rynge,
For to be oure tokenynge,

Now heyle hyt for the rode.


Y am comyn, lefe fyr,
To take the batayle for hyr,

There to stonde wyth ryght.
But fyrste myselfe y wole hur fchryve,
And yf y fynde hur clene of lyve,

Then wyll my herte be lyght.

Let dyght me in monkys wede,
To that place that men fchulde hyr lede,

To dethe to be dyght; ..
When y have fchrevyn hyr wythowt fayle, . .
For hur y wyll take batayle;
As y am trewe knyght.”


The abbot was never so gladd,
Nere for yoye he waxe madd, .......

The erle can he kysse; '::....
They made meré, and flewe care, .. .
All that sevenyght he dwellyd: thare, .

Yn myrthe wythowt mysse.
That day that the lady schulde be brent ,
The erle wyth the abbot wente,

In monkys wede, y wys;
To the emperour he knelyd blyve,

1060 That he myght that lady schryve,

Anon resceyved he ys.

He examyned hur wyttyrly,
As hyt feythe [in] the story,

Sche was wythowte gylte,
Sche seyde, Be hym that dyed on tree,
Trespas was never none in me,
· Wherefore y fchulde be spylte ;


Save oonys, wythowte lesynge,
To the erle of Tollous y gafe a rynge ;

Assoyle me yf thou wylte;
But thus my destanye is comyn to ende,
That in thys fyre y mufte be brende,

There godd wylle be fulfyllyt.


The erle assoyled hur wyth hys honde,
And fythen pertely he can up stonde,

And seyde, Lordyngys pese !
Ye that have accused thys lady gente,
Ye be worthy to be brente.

That oon knyght made a rees,
Thou carle monke, wyth all thy gynne,
Thowe youre abbot be of her kynne,

Hur forowe schalt thou not cees;
Ryght so thou woldest sayne,
Thowe all youre covent had be hyr layn,

So are ye lythyr and lees.

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'The erle answeryd, wyth wordys free, Syr, that oon y trowe thou bee

Thys lady accused has ; Thowe we be men of relygyon, Thou schalt do us but refon,

For all the fare thou mas.


Y prove on hur thou sayft not ryght,
Lo here my glove wyth the to fyght,

Y undyrtake thys cafe ;
Os false men y schall yow kenne,
Yn redd fyre for to brenne,

Therto god gyf me grace.


All that stoden in that place
Thankyd god of hys grace,

Wythowte any fayle.
The two knyghtys were full wrothe,
He schulde be dedd they swere grete othe:

But hyt myght not avayle.
The erle wente there-befyde,
And armyd hym wyth mekyll pryde,

Hys enemyes to asfayle;
Manly when they togedur mett,
They hewe thorow helme and basenet,

And martyrd many a mayle.


They redyn togedur wythowt lakk,,
That hys oon 1pere on hym brakk,

That othyr faylyd thoo;
The erle smote hym wyth hys spere,
Thorow the body he can hym bere,

To grounde can he goo.

That sawe that, odyr, and faste can flee,
The erle ovyrtoke hym undyr a tre,

And wroght hym mekyll woo.
There thys traytour can hym yylde,
Os recreaunt yn the fylde,

He myght not fle hym froo.


Before the emperour they wente,
And ther he made hym, verrament,

To telle for the noonys;
He feyde, We thoght hur to fpylle,
For sche wolde not do oure wylle,

That worthy ys in wonnys.
The erle answeryd hym then,
Therfore, traytours, ye schall brenne

Yn thys fyre, bothe at onys.
The erle anon hym hente,
And in the fyre he them brente,
· Flesche, felle, and boonys.

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When they were brent bothe twoo,
The erle prevely can goo

To that ryche abbaye,
Wyth yoye and processyon
They fett the lady into the towne,

Wyth myrthe, os y telle may.


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