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¶ The morwe com and alla gan him dresse
And eek his wyf þis Emperour to meete
And forþ þey ryde in ioye and in gladnesse /
And whan sche seigh hir fader in þe strete
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Sche light a doun and falleþ him to feet
ffader quod sche youre ȝonge child Custance
Is now ful clene out of ȝoure remembrance
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¶ I am ȝoure doughter Custance quod sche
That whilom ye sent vnto Surrye
I am I fader þat in þe salte see
Was putte allone and dampned for to dye
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Now goode fader mercy to you I crye
Send me nomore vnto non hethenesse
But þonk my lord heer of his kyndenesse
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¶ Who can þe pitous Ioye tellen al
Bitwexe hem þre syn þey ben þus y-mette
But of my tale make an ende I schal
The day goþ faste I wol no lenger lette
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This glad folk to dyner þey hem sette
In ioye and blisse at mete I lete hem dwelle
A þousand fold wel more þan I can telle / [folio 89b]
This child maurice was sitthen Emperour
Made by þe pope and lyuede cristenely
To cristes chirche he dede gret honour
But I letete [[so]] alle his story passen by
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Of Custance is my tale specially
In olde Romeyn gestes men may fynde [ ¶ A mane vsque ad vesperam mutabitur tempus tenent tympanum & gaudent ad sonum organi.]
Maurices lyf I bere it nought in mynde
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¶ This king Alla. whan he his tyme say
With his Custance his holy wif so sweete
To Engelond þei come þe redy way
Wher as þay lyue in ioye and in quiete
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