Þe meyster kinges heued
He haddit him by reued
Line 636
He settit on hys swerde
Anoven on þe horde
Til he com to halle
Among þe knictes alle
Line 640
He seyde king wel mote þou sitte
An þine knictes mitte
Þer y rod on my pleying
Sone hafter my dobbing
Line 644
Y say a schip rowe
Mid watere al by flowe [folio 223a:2]
Of none londische menne [Of] Off MS.]
Bote sarazines kenne
Line 648
To deye for to pyne
Þe and alle þine
He gonnen me a saylen
My swerd me ne wolde fayle
Line 652
Ich broute hem alto grunde
In one lite stounde
Þe heued ich þe bringe
Of þe meyster kinge
Line 656
Nou ich haue þe yolde
Þat þu me knicten wolde
Þe day bi gan to springe
þe king rod on huntingge
Line 660
To wode he gan wende
For to latchen þe heynde
Wyt hym rod fokenild
Þat alþe werste moder child
Line 664
And horn wente in to boure
To sen auenture
He fond Reymild sittende
Sore wepende
Line 668
Whit so eny sonne
Wit teres albi ronne
He seyde lemman þin ore
Wy wepes þou so sore
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