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In orisons / with many a bitter teere
Til Ihesu / hath conuerted thurgh his grace
Dame hermengyld / Constablesse of thilke place
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¶ In al that land / no cristen dorste route
Alle cristen folk / been fled fro that contree
Thurgh Payens / þat conquereden al aboute
The plages of the North / by land and see
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To Walys / fledde the cristianytee
Of olde Britons / dwellyng in this Ile
Ther was hir refut for the mene while
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¶ But yet nere cristen Britons / so exiled
That ther nere somme / þat in hir pryuetee
Honoured crist and hethen folk bigiled
And neigh the Castel / swiche ther dwelten thre
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That oon of hem / was blynd and myghte nat se
But it were / with thilke eyen of his mynde
With whiche men seen / after þat they been blynde
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¶ Bright was the sonne / as in that Someres day
ffor which the Constable / and his wyf also
And Custaunce / han ytake the righte way
Toward the see / a furlong wey / or two
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To pleyen / and to romen to and fro
And in hir walk this blynde man they mette
Croked and old / with eyen faste yshette
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¶ In name of Crist cryde this blynde Britoun
Dame Hermengyld / yif me my sighte agayn
This lady / weex affrayed of the sown
Lest þat hir housbonde / shortly for to sayn
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Wolde hire / for Ihesu cristes loue han slayn
Til Custaunce made hir boold / and bad hir wirche
The wyl of Crist as doghter of his chirche
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