Thou shalte be made yonge agayne —
Thou arte a very olde trote."
To our lorde than he hyr bore
And sayde: "syr, loo, I haue broughte hyr here.
Thou maye se by hyr chere
That she is chekmate."
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Oure lorde sayde: "gode syre,
Hye the faste and make a fyre,
And blowe gladly for thy hyre!" [V. 105—123 finden sich auf der I. Seite des Fragmentes des Druckes von Wyn|kyn de Worde, London ab. 1505, in Caj. Coll. Cbr. Varianten dieses Druckes sind:]
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(11 V. fehlen. p. 2 enthält V. 135—154.)
Than began she to grone
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And lowde out to crye,
Sayde: "I forfende you to-daye
Ony handes on me to ley.
What, wyll ye bren me?
Fye on you, fye!
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Out, theues! wyll ye me kyll?
Lete god on me worke his wyll!
Ye shall be hanged on a hyll.
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I am fyue-score yere olde,
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Yet lyue lenger I wolde.
Howe dare ye be so bolde
With me thus for to fare?"
"Howe, quod our lorde to the smyth,
Thou canste beste dele her with:
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Lay hyr vpon the styth
Without ony more stryfe!"
The smyth toke hyr vp tyte.
Tho began she to byte]
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"She shall be made at a brayd
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Yonge now agayne."
The smyth blewe, as god bed,
Tyll she was reed as a gled;
Yet for all that dede
Felt she no maner of payne. [Felte.]
The smith said: "Now is she shent: [sayde. nowe. shente.]
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Bothe her eyen are out brent; [hyr iyen.]
They wyl never be ment, [wylI. neuer. amende.]
Our workes are all in vayne. [werkes.]
She hath had suche a hete: [has. an.]
She wyll never eat mete; [That she. ete.]
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I have blowen tyll I swete, [haue.]
Withouten any layne." [ony.]
Our lorde sayd: "Let me alone! [sayde. lete.]
Thou shalt se, and that anone,
A full fayre woman [V. 184—195 stehen auf der 3. Seite des Fragments. Varianten:]
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Of thys olde wyght".
Our lord blessed her at a brayd
And on the styth he her layd,
"Take thy hamer, he sayd,
And make her now ryght!
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"Dame, I shall the wake".
Wyth a hamer he her strake,
No bone of her he brake:
She was a byrd bryght.
"Stand up now, lette me se!"
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Than at that worde rose she,
A fayre woman, truely,
And semely unto syght.
Our lord sayd to the smyth:
"She is sounde of lymme and lyth,
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Nowe I have made her on the styth [nowe st. newe?]
Wyth hamer and wyth mall".
Than was she loveseme of chere, [C. loveseme.]
Bright as blosome on brere — [bryght. blosom.]
None in Egypt her pere, [egypte. hyr.]
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So fayre and so tall;
Her colour was clere, [Hyr coloure was full clere.]
She semed but thyrty yere,
She was whiter of lere [whyter.]
Than bone is of whale. [bones is.]
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