e trinite
To the bysshope of that cyte.
To the bysshope of that cyte.
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at dyed on Roode, [folio 149b]
Gywe me clethe and manys foode;
and for his lowe ? at went for the,
God sende ? e grace hym for to see. '
This ryche man with stode ? an, 247
And callyd one of his owne men,
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And gaffe hym mete an dr[i]nk bothe,
And with pore men hym to clothe.
There dwellyd alex wythem alle,
Sewentene yere in his Faders hall;
There was no man, hye ne llawe,
yongne owlde, ? at hym myght knowe;
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his owne men for rebaundrye 255
dyd hym manye a welonye.
They hylde water wppon hys hede,
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And gaff hym ? at was in the dyche levyd;
But euer he hylde hym stylle, 259
And Alle he suffyrde with goode wyll.
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A-gayne xvij wyntersende,
Whane he schowlde owte of ? 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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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. '
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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 ?
Gywe me clethe and manys foode;
and for his lowe ? at went for the,
God sende ? e grace hym for to see. '
This ryche man with stode ? an, 247
And callyd one of his owne men,
Page 51
And gaffe hym mete an dr[i]nk bothe,
And with pore men hym to clothe.
There dwellyd alex wythem alle,
Sewentene yere in his Faders hall;
There was no man, hye ne llawe,
yongne owlde, ? at hym myght knowe;
Page 52
his owne men for rebaundrye 255
dyd hym manye a welonye.
They hylde water wppon hys hede,
Page 53
And gaff hym ? at was in the dyche levyd;
But euer he hylde hym stylle, 259
And Alle he suffyrde with goode wyll.
Page 54
A-gayne xvij wyntersende,
Whane he schowlde owte of ? is worllde wend,
Page 55
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.
Page 56
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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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 ?
