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, 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, That hyt was fo verraye, Ther was noon fyke nor fare, But they went fownde away. The worde fprang in mony a cuntrè, There hur lorde in laye, 1920 1930 Whych had an evyll in hys hevedd, That all hys yoye was fro hym revedd, 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, Thorowowt bothe bonne and brayne. 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, 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, 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 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, Sche knewe hym wele ynogh: So dud he hur he wolde not fo faye, 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, The maryner, that wolde have layne hur by, Hys yen ftode owte a strote for thy, 2010 2020 2030 |