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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 ? e Full woo;
for ? owe were not At my wylle,
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341
And ewer more ? ou helde ?
e styll;
Thyne own saruantes ? at sholde be,
myche harme ded ? ey to ? ee; 344
Theye kest water on thyn hede, [folio 151b]
And gafe ? e ? at was in the dyche leuyde,
And euer ? ou bare ? e meke and lawe,
For ? at no man should ? e there cnawe.
In heuyn ther fore ? ou hast mede:
Sonne, praye fore me, fore I haue nede. "'
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350
hys moder lyued in In longyng,
whan sche herde of thys tydyng,
She com Forthe with A raply rese,
As A lyon lept oute of A lees; 354
She weppyd And cryde sore,
As thay don ? at arne woo.
'let me,' she sayd, 'my sone see;
I Fed hym on myn owne kee. '
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358
whan she hym sawe, she Fylle downe,
All was A waye here Resonne.