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I wylle wedde the yonge bryde,
Nor hath hur not by layne.
To graunt hym they were fayne. Sampson feyde, That wyll y never doo, Falsehedd my lorde unto;
The same seyde Egravayne.
All they assentyd but they two,
1080 Soche wordys among them can falle, They prefyd abowte fyr Sampson all,
And Newe hym in that tene.
To wote wythowten wene ;
The forte was false and kene;
And fethyn to Rome they hym broght,
That Emere laye there dedd ;
When that sche had swowned twyes,
Sche wepyd in that stedd.
Hyt was my brodurs redd.
That preestys fchewe in forme of bredd.
Furfte then was my fadur sayne,
Y wyll love no ma,
To hym y wyll me ta.
Sche myght not come them fra,
To telle he was full thra,
How that Emere was ovyr the fee,
And Mylys wolde have hys wyfe, .
He had a hundurd to hys assent,
But Sampson hath lofte hys lyfe,
All Rome he hath made ryfe; And certys y am sworne them too : Holy fadur, what schall y do,
That turned were all thys stryfe ?
Then the pope was not lothe
For hyt to falfehed can clyne:
I set my fowle for thyne.”
Or evyr wolde he blynne ;
The matrymony was not fyne,
All that they wyth false Mylys fonde
But they wolde llee not ane ;
Mylys set hys backe to a pyllere,
But smartely was he tane,
That was made of lyme and stane;
1150 Or evyr pope Symonde blanne.
Than the pope and Egravayne
Hur lorde was on the see,
Thu all bryghtenyd hur blee.
That femely was to fee;
Wyth grete solempnytė.
All thys whyle was syr Emere
But Garcy had getyn hys palés before,
Hys wylys were full olde.
That hardy was and bolde, Wyth men of armes all abowte, That he myght on no fyde owte,
But hamperde hym in hys holde :
And thus they segyd Garcy wyth strenkyth,
The Romaynce had ther wylle
That many oon lykyd ylle.
So myght they ther cofurs fylle.
Downe at a wyndowe stylle:
Syr, he seyde, al so mote y the,