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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 ? oue lett me see;
Synfulle all thou?
e hit bee,
I haue powre and dyngnytee 320
For to lousse and for to bynde
Thym ? at I in syn Fynde. [folio 151a]
There Fore, sone, let me wetten
what ys in thy bocke wrytyn. '
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324
The beshope toke ? e boke so hynde,
That Alex hys hond on bynde;
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the beshope ? at Rolle red A non,
That ? ey yt harde euerychone. 328
There was there in redly tolde
Alle hys lyfe, yong and olde.
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Whan hys Fader harde of thys,
That he was hys sone I wys, 332
'lorde,' he sayde, 'howe maye ? ys bee?
ys thys my sone ? at I here scee?
Sewentene yere wyt All,
I had fynde hym in myn halle; 336
I myght nat wyt for none Asaye,
What he was, nyght nor daye.
"leffe sone," he sayde, "why ded ? ou soo?
Thowe saw I was For ?