e bed bey?,
?e writ of his hond he tey?,
Right wi?-outen gynne. 459
?at writ he began to sprede,
& to foren ?e folk to rede,
?at weren ?er-inne.
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? ?o eufemian was y-war
?at his sone lay ?ar,
& so long had wi?
him beo, 465
he fel in
swounyng
on ?
e molde,
'Allas,' he seide, '?at euer .I. sholde so vnkynde beo.' 468
// Be a stounde he gan vp-stonde,
Tar his her & wrong his honde,
?at ?e folk myghte rewe. 471
?ei weopen & made reuly cry,
for him ?ei wer wel sory
?at ?ei him euere knewe.
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? 'Awey, lord, ?at herest my bone,
whi helestou my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
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