te it vnderstonde,
Be-tokny what it wolde. 456
? ?e Pope to ?e dede bei?;
?at writ out of his hond he tei?,
Al with-oute gynne. 459
?at writ anon he gan sprede,
And by-fore hem alle rede,
?at ?o wer ?erynne.
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? ?
o sir
Eufemian
was y-war
?
at his sone lay ?ar,
His armes he to-spradde, 465
He tar his her, he tar his clo?,
And fel a-swo?e opon ?e cors,
So moche sorwe he hadde. 468
? By a stounde he gan op-stonde,
To-tar his her & wrang his honde,
?at alle folk mi?te rewe; 471
[folio 76b] He wep and made reuful cry;
ffor him hy were wel sory,
?at he him er ne knewe.
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? "A-wey, lord, ?at art vs a-boue,
Why hele ?ou my leue sone?
To longe in myn house, 477
?
