In her bed mournyng the her layde,

God wote, ryght wofull was her mone: Alas! myne owne dere love, she sayd, Syth ye be dead my joye is gone.

Have i eaten thy herte in my body?
That meate to me fhal be full dere,
For forowe, alas, now muft i dye:

A, noble knight, withouten fere !

That herte fhal certayne with me dye,
I have received theron the facrament,
All erthly fode here i denye,

For wo and paine my life is spente.

My husbande, full of crueltè,

Why have you done this curfed dede? Ye have him flaine, so have ye me,

The hie god graunte to you your mede!

Than fayd the lord, My lady fayre,

Forgive me if i have misdone,

I repent i was not ware

That ye wolde your herte oppreffe fo fone.

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The lady fayd, I you forgive,

Adew, my lorde, for evermore; My time is come, i may not live, The lorde fayd, I am wo therfore.

Great was the forowe of more and leffe,
Bothe lordes and ladyes that were there,
Some for great wo fwouned doubteleffe ;

All of her dethe full wofull were.

Her complaynt pyteous was to here,

Adieu, my lorde, nowe mufte we discever, I dye to you, husbande, a true wedded fere, in Faguell was found ever.

As any

I am clene of the knight of curtesy,

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And wrongfully are we brought to confufion;
I am clene for hym, and he for me,
And for all other fave you alone.

My lorde, ye were to blame truely,

His herte to make me for to eate,

But fythe it is buryed in mi body,

On it fhall i never eate other meate.

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Theron have i recyved eternall fode,
Erthly meate wyll i never none;
Now Jesu that was don on the rode,

Have mercy on me, my lyfe is gone!

Wyth that the lady, in all theyr fyght,
Yelded up her spyrit, making her mone:
The hyghe god mooft of myght

On her have mercy and us echone!

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