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¶ Allas Custaunce / thow nast no champion
Ne fighte kanstow noght so weilawey
But he þat starf / for oure redempcion
And bond Sathan / and yet lyth ther he lay
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So be thy stronge champion this day
ffor but if Crist / open miracle kythe
With outen gilt thow shalt been slayn as swythe
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¶ She sette hir down on knees / and thus she sayde [folio 121a]
Immortal god / that sauedest Susanne
ffro fals blame / and thow merciful mayde
Marie I mene / doghter to Seint Anne
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Biforn whos child / Aungels synge Osanne
If I be giltlees / of this felonye
My socour be / for ellis shal I dye
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¶ Haue ye nat seyn som tyme / a pale face
Among a prees / of hym þat hath be lad
Toward his deeth / wher as hym gat no grace
And swich a colour / in his face hath had
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Men myghte knowe his face / þat was bistad
Amonges alle the faces / in that route
So stant Custance / and looketh hire aboute
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¶ O Queenes / lyuynge in prosperitee
Duchesses / and ye ladies euerichon
Haueth som reuthe / on hir aduersitee
An Emperours doghter / stant allone
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She hath no wight / to whom to make hir mone
O blood roial / that stondest in this drede
ffer be thy freendes / at thy grete nede
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¶ This Alla kyng hath swich compassioun
As gentil herte / is fulfild of pitee
That from his eyen / ran the water doun
Now hastily / do fecche a book / quod he
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