on of his
seruaunttes
was thane thore,
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That stode and lokeyd Alex by|fore.
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That stode and lokeyd Alex by|fore.
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is worllde wend,
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he prayd hym ? at brout hys mete,
Prev[i]ly he shoullde hym gete
A lytyll ynke and perchemyne, 265
And all hys lyffe he wrote there In.
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whan hit was wretyn, he hit Follde,
[folio 150a] And In his hand he gan hit hollde.
And a none he dyed, I wys,
And dyght his sowlle to hewyn blys. 270
That ylke a daye in tym of masse,
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whan all fowlke att chirche was,
A woyce cam frome ? e trinite
To the bysshope of that cyte. 274
'Com to me,' he sayde, '? at woll swynke,
And I schall gywe yowe met and drynke;
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'Sek ye vpe my serwaunte, where ? at he be, 277
That he maye praye for this cete. '
ollde and yonge, lesse and more,
All hard this ? at were there: 280
For hit was no man, lewde ne leryd,
But of this woyce he nas a-Feryd.
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Goddes seruaunte anon was sought,
but who hit was ? ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my Serwaunt long I-be. '
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the besshope And ? e emperour 289
went in to euffamyans hous;
They axyd hym of syche a man;
he sayde he knwe there of noone.
on of his seruaunttes was thane thore,
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That stode and lokeyd Alex by|fore.
'Syr,' he sayde, 'I trowe hit be
[folio 150b] That poreman ? at yee toke to me,
That long has bene in your hall, 297
he is an holy man with all. '
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This ryche man went to hym a noone,
And founde Alex ded as ony stone,
But his vysage was allso bryght 301
As the sonne on ? e daye lyght.
Than trowyd well eufemyan
That he was an holey man;
he callyd ? e bysshopes & ? e Empe|rowres
To se ? at cors so presyowse. 306
In theye com a non ryght,
And saue the body ? at was so bryght;
downe on knes theye fell thow, 309
And oder many that were ? ere moo,
And thankyd god In trinite,
That theye myght his seruaunte see.
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The bysshope, as he stode hym nye,
A perchement leffe in his honde he see, 314
But he hyllde his hand so faste,
That owte he myght hit natt wrast.
'Sonne,' sayde ? e bysshope, 'I praye ? ee 317
that in thye honde ?
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he prayd hym ? at brout hys mete,
Prev[i]ly he shoullde hym gete
A lytyll ynke and perchemyne, 265
And all hys lyffe he wrote there In.
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whan hit was wretyn, he hit Follde,
[folio 150a] And In his hand he gan hit hollde.
And a none he dyed, I wys,
And dyght his sowlle to hewyn blys. 270
That ylke a daye in tym of masse,
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whan all fowlke att chirche was,
A woyce cam frome ? e trinite
To the bysshope of that cyte. 274
'Com to me,' he sayde, '? at woll swynke,
And I schall gywe yowe met and drynke;
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'Sek ye vpe my serwaunte, where ? at he be, 277
That he maye praye for this cete. '
ollde and yonge, lesse and more,
All hard this ? at were there: 280
For hit was no man, lewde ne leryd,
But of this woyce he nas a-Feryd.
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Goddes seruaunte anon was sought,
but who hit was ? ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my Serwaunt long I-be. '
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the besshope And ? e emperour 289
went in to euffamyans hous;
They axyd hym of syche a man;
he sayde he knwe there of noone.
on of his seruaunttes was thane thore,
Page 61
293
That stode and lokeyd Alex by|fore.
'Syr,' he sayde, 'I trowe hit be
[folio 150b] That poreman ? at yee toke to me,
That long has bene in your hall, 297
he is an holy man with all. '
Page 62
This ryche man went to hym a noone,
And founde Alex ded as ony stone,
But his vysage was allso bryght 301
As the sonne on ? e daye lyght.
Than trowyd well eufemyan
That he was an holey man;
he callyd ? e bysshopes & ? e Empe|rowres
To se ? at cors so presyowse. 306
In theye com a non ryght,
And saue the body ? at was so bryght;
downe on knes theye fell thow, 309
And oder many that were ? ere moo,
And thankyd god In trinite,
That theye myght his seruaunte see.
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The bysshope, as he stode hym nye,
A perchement leffe in his honde he see, 314
But he hyllde his hand so faste,
That owte he myght hit natt wrast.
'Sonne,' sayde ? e bysshope, 'I praye ? ee 317
that in thye honde ?
