mon lereþ me to lete.
such serewe haþ myn sides þurhsoht,
pat al y weolewe a way to noht,
when y shal murþes mete.
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To mete murþes ich wes wel fous,
ant comely mon to calle; [to, ms. ta.]
ysugge by oþer ase by ous:
alse ys hirmon halt in hous, ["Wie sein Herr im Hause hinkt (an Ansehen verliert), so erhebt sich der Hund in der Halle."]
ase heueþ hount in halle. [heueþ, ms. heued.]
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Dredful deþ, why wolt þou dare
bryng þis body, þat is so bare,
ant yn bale ybounde?
Careful mon ycast in care,
yfalewe as flour ylet forþfare, [bote, ms. bore.]
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ychabbe myn deþes wounde.
murþes helpeþ me no more;
help me, lord, er þen ich hore,
ant stunt my lyf a stounde!
þat ȝokkyn haþ yȝyrned ȝore,
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Nou hit sereweþ him ful sore,
ant bringeþ him to grounde.
to grounde hit haueþ him ybroht:
whet ys þe beste bote?
bote heryen him þat haht vs boht,
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vre lord, þat al þis world haþ wroht,
ant fallen him to fote.
Nou icham to deþe ydyht,
ydon is al my dede;
god vs lene of ys lyht,
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þat we of sontes habben syht,
ant heuene to mede!
amen.
