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Sche afkyd an hows for charytè,

They broght an habyte to that fre,

And there fche was made nonne,

The lady, that was bothe gode and feyre,
Dwellyd as nonne in Beverfayre,

Loveyng god of hys loone,

And hys modur, Mary bryght,

That fafe and fownde broght hur ryght

Unto the roche of stone.

A fystur of the hows was feke,

Of the gowte, and odur evyls eke,

Sche myght not speke nor goon;

Florence vyfyted hur on a day,

And helyd hur or sche went away,

Sche wolde ther had wytten therof none.

The abbas, and odur nonnes by,
Tolde hyt full openlye,

That hyt was fo verraye,

Ther was noon fyke nor fare,
That come there the lady ware,

But they went fownde away.

The worde fprang in mony a cuntrè,
And into Rome the ryche cytè,

There hur lorde in laye,

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1920

1930

Whych had an evyll in hys hevedd,

That all hys yoye was fro hym revedd,
Bothe be nyght and daye.

He was fo tuggelde in a toyle,

For he werryd on the kyng of Poyle,

And he on hym agayne;

And as he fchulde hys helme avente,
A quarell fmote hym verament,

Thorowowt bothe bonne and brayne.
The leche had helyd hyt ovyr tyte,
And hyt was festurd wythowte delyte,

Theryn he had grete payne;

He had levyr then all hys golde,

That he had ben undur the molde,

Or flyly had be slayne.

He calde Egravayne hym too,

And feyde, What ys beste to do?

Myn evyll encrefyth yerne.

Syr, at Beverfayre dwellyth a nonne,

The

weyes thedur we ne conne,
But we fchall spyr and lerne."
Mekyll golde wyth them they toke,
And went forthe, fo feyth the boke,
Prevely and derne;

1940

1950

And yyt for all ther mekyll fare,

Hyt was a grete whyle or they came thare, 1960 Thogh all they haftyd yerne.

The emperowre toke hys ynne therby,

Alther next the nonnery,

For there then wolde he dwelle;

And Mylys hys broder, that graceles fole,
Dwellyd wyth oon Gyllam of Pole,

And was woxyn a fowle meselle.

He harde telle of that lady lele,

And thedur was comyn to feeke hys hele,

The certen fothe to telle;

He harberde hým far therfro

All behynde men, y telle yow foo,

Hys fekenes was fo felle;

And Machary was comyn alfe,

1970

Agenfte the lady that was fo false,

That flewe Betres and put hyt hur too.

God had fende on hym a wrake,

That in the palfye can he fchake,

And was crompylde and crokyd therto.

He had geten fyr Tyrry thedur,,

And hys wyfe bothe togedur,

Dame Eglantyne hyght fchoo,

1980

The holy nonne for to praye,

For to hele hym and sche maye,

That oght sche evyll to doo.

Syr Tyrrye the chastlayne
Harbarde the emperowre full gayne,
On the todur fyde of the strete;

And the marynere that hur boght,

That wolde have had hur hys leman to a wroght,

That on the ore can flete,

1991

He came thedur wyth an evyll

Hyppyng on two ftavys lyke the devyll,

Wyth woundys wanne and wete;

And Clarebalde, that was the thefe,

Came wyth an evyll that dud hym grefe ;

Thes four there all can meete.

The emperowre to the church went,

To here a maffe in gode entent,

Hende, as ye may here;

When that the maffe was done,

The abbas came and haylefyd hym foone,

On hur befte manere,

The emperowre feyde, Well thou bee,

The holy nonne wolde y fee,

That makyth the syke thus fere;

2000

An evyll in my hedd fmetyn ys,

That y have lofte all odur blys;

They fente aftur that clere.

At hur preyers there as fche ware,
When fche fawe hur own lorde thare,

Sche knewe hym wele ynogh:

So dud he hur he wolde not fo faye,
Abowte the cloyftur goon are thay,

Spekyng of hys woghe.

Then was fche warre of the four thare,

That had kyndylde all hur care,

Nere to them sche droghe.

They knew hur not be no kyns thynge,

Therof thankyd sche hevyn kynge,

And lyghtly at them loghe,

Mylys that hur aweye ledd,

He was the fowleft mefell bredd,

Of pokkys and bleynes bloo;

And Machary, that wolde hur have slayne,
He ftode fchakyng, the fothe to fayne,
Crokyd and crachyd thertoo.

The maryner, that wolde have layne hur by,

Hys yen
Hys lymmes were roton hym froo.

ftode owte a strote for thy,

2010

2020

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