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Soche werkys new fche wroght,

Neythyr in dede, nor in thoght,

Save a rynge fo free,

To the erle of Tullous fche gafe hyt wyth wynne,

Yn efe of hym, and for no fynne,

In fchryfte thus tolde fche me.

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

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

Hyt myght be for youre gode. The abbot feyde, be bokes fele,

And be hys profesfyon, that he wolde hele,

rynge,

And ellys he were wode.
"Yam he that sche gaf the
For to be oure tokenynge,
Now heyle hyt for the rode.

Y am comyn, lefe fyr,

To take the batayle for hyr,

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There to ftonde wyth ryght.

But fyrfte 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 schrevyn hyr wythowt fayle,..

For hur y wyll take batayle,

As y am trewe knyght."

The abbot was never fo gladd,

Nere for yoye he waxe madd,

The erle can he kyffe;

They made meré, and flewe care,

All that fevenyght he dwellyd thare,

Yn myrthe wythowt myffe.

That day that the lady fchulde be brent.

The erle wyth the abbot wente,

In monkys wede, y wys;

To the emperour he knelyd blyve,
That he myght that lady schryve,
Anon refceyved he ys.

He examyned hur wyttyrly,
As hyt feythe [in] the story,
Sche was wythowte gylte,

Sche feyde, Be hym that dyed on tree,
Trespas was never none in me,

Wherefore y fchulde be spylte;

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Save oonys, wythowte lefynge,

To the erle of Tollous y gafe a rynge;

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Asfoyle 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 asfoyled hur wyth hys honde,
And fythen pertely he can up ftonde,
And feyde, Lordyngys pese!

Ye that have accufed 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 fchalt thou not cees;

Ryght fo thou woldest sayne,

Thowe all youre covent had be hyr layn,

So are ye lythyr and lecs.

The erle anfweryd, wyth wordys free,

Syr, that oon y trowe thou bee

Thys lady accufed has;

Thowe we be men of relygyon,

Thou fchalt do us but refon,

For all the fare thou mas.

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Y prove on hur thou fayft not ryght,

Lo here my glove wyth the to fyght,
Y undyrtake thys cafe;

Os falfe men y fchall yow kenne,
Yn redd fyre for to brenne,
Therto god gyf me grace.

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

Wythowte any fayle.

The two knyghtys were full wrothe,

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He fchulde be dedd they fwere grete othe:

But hyt myght not avayle.

The erle wente there-besyde,

And armyd hym wyth mekyll pryde,

Hys enemyes to asfayle;

Manly when they togedur mett,

They hewe thorow helme and bafenet,
And martyrd many a mayle.

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

That othyr faylyd thoo;

The erle fmote hym wyth hys fpere,
Thorow the body he can hym bere,
To grounde can he goo.

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That fawe that odyr, and fafte 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 spylle,
For fche wolde not do oure wylle,

That worthy ys in wonnys.

The erle anfweryd hym then,

Therfore, traytours, ye fchall brenne

Yn thys fyre, bothe at onys.

The erle anon hym hente,

And in the fyre he them brente,

Flefche, felle, and boonys.

When they were brent bothe twoo,

The erle prevely can goo

To that ryche abbaye,

Wyth yoye and procesfyon

They fett the lady into the towne,

Wyth myrthe, os y telle may.

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