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Whan sayd was þis miracle euery man
Line 1881
As sober was þat wonder was to se
Til þat oure host to iape bigan
And þan at erst/ he loked vpon me
And sayde þus what man art þou quod he
Line 1885
Thou lokest as þou woldest fynde an hare
For euer vpon þe ground I se þe stare /
Line 1887
Approche ner and loke merily [folio 203b]
Line 1888
Now ware ȝou sires and let þis man haue space
He in þe wast is schape as wel as I
This were a popet in an arm to embrace
For any womman smal and fair of face /
Line 1892
He semeth eluisch by his countenaunce
For vnto no wight doth he daliaunce
Line 1894