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They put Clarebalde in a whelebarowe,

That ftrong thefe, be ftretys narowe,

Had no fote on to goo.

Sche feyde, Ye that wyll be hale,

And holly broght owt of yowre bale

Of that ye are ynne,

Ye muft schryve yow openlye,

And that wyth a full lowde crye,

To all that be here bothe more and mynne.

That they thoght full lothe to doo,

Mylys feyde, Syth hyt mufte be foo,

Soone fchall y begynne.

I lykyd never wele, day nor nyght,
Syth y ledd awey a lady bryght,

From kythe and all hur kynne.

Than he feyde to them verament,
How he the lady wolde have fchent,

And tolde them to the lafte;

And that he wolde have be emperowre,

And weddyd the lady whyte as flowre,

And all hys falfe, cafte;

And fythe awey he can hur lede,

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"For y wolde have refte fro hur hur maydynhede,

That fche defendyd faste.

I had never wyth hur to doo,

For y myght not wynne hur to,

But clene fro me fche paste :"

And fythyn he tolde them of the barley bredd,
And how he brent the armyte to dedd,

And hangyd hur up be the hare:

"Then y fye men and howndys bathe, And to the wode y went for wrathe."

There Tyrry gaf anfware:

Then came y and toke hur downe,
And had hur wyth me unto the towne,
And that rewyd me full fare;

Sche flewe Betres my doghtur fchene,

That fchulde my ryght heyre have bene,

And yyt let y hur fare;

For fche was fo bryght of blee,

And fo femely on to fee,

Therfore let y hur goo.

Then Machary, for he mufte nede, "Sche dyd me oonys an evyll dede,

My harte was wondur throo. When y wolde have leyn hur by,

My for tethe fmote fche owt for thy,

That wakenyd all my woo;

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I flewe Betres wyth a knyfe,

For y

wolde fche had lofte hur lyfe,

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Trewly hyt was foo."

Then Tyrry farde as he wolde wede,

And feyde, Falfe traytur, dyd thou that dede?

Then wepyd dame Eglantyne,

And feyde, Allas that we came here,

Thys falfe traytur for to fere,

That wroght us all thys pyne,

Yyt y am warfe for that feyre maye
That was fo unfrendely flemed away,
And was gyltles therynne.
Clarebalde feyde, Sche came be me,
I ftode undur a galowe-tree,

And a rope abowte hals myne;

Fro the galowfe fche borowed me,
For
y fchulde hur knave have bee,

And ferve hur to hur paye.

We were togedur but oon nyght,

At the fee y folde that bryght,

On the feconde day.

Then fpake the maryner that hur boght,
When y wolde hur to wyfe have wroght

Soone fche feyde me naye;

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Sche brake my schypp wyth a tempefte,
Sche fletyd fowthe and y north-wefte,
And fyth fawe y never that maye,

Upon an ore to loude y wanne,
And ever fyth have be a drery man,
And nevyr had happe to hele;
And syth y have be in forowe and syte,
Me thynkyth we four be in febull plyte,
That cawfyd hur to wante hur wylle.
She handylde them wyth hur hande,
Then were they hoole, y undurstande,

And odur folke full feele.

Hur own lorde, alther laste,
The venom owt of hys hedd brafte,
Thus can fche wyth them dele;

The venome brafte owt of hys ere.
He feyde, Y fynd yow four in fere.

Hys herte was full throo.

He made to make a grete fyre,

And cafte them yn wyth all ther tyre,

Then was the lady woo.

The emperowre toke dame Eglantyne,
Tyrrye, and Florence, feyre and fyne,

And to the halle can goo,

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They looveyd god, leffe and more,

That they had fownde the lady thore,

That longe had be them froo.

Soche a fefte as there was oon,

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In that lande was never noon,
They gaf the nonnes rente,

And all ther golde, wythowt lefynge,

But unnethys that that myght them home brynge,

And thankyd them for that gente.

Florence feyde, Syr, wyth yowre leeve,

Tyrrye fome thynge mufte yow geve,

That me my lyfe hath lente.

He gaf hym the cyté of Florawnce.

And bad hym holde hyt wythowt dystawnce: 2140

They toke ther leve and wente.

Tyrrye wente home to hys cuntrè,

And the emperowr to Rome hys ryche cytè,

As faite as evyr they maye.

When the pope harde telle of ther comyng,

He went agayne them wythowt lefynge,

In full ryall arraye.

Cardynals were fomned be ther names,
And come fyngyng Te deum laudamus,

The certen fothe to faye;

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