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Wepyng boþe ȝong & olde in al þat place
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whan þat þe kyng þis corsed lettre sent
And Constance with a dedly pale face
The fayre day toward hir schip sche went
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But neuerþeles sche takeþ in good entent
The wil of crist / and knelyng on þe grounde
Sche sayde lord ay welcome be þy sonde
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He þat me kepte fro þe false blame
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whil I was on þe lond amonges ȝou
He can me kepe from harm & eek fro schame
In þe see al þough I se nat how
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As strong as euer he was he is right now
In him trust I. & in his mooder deere
That is to me my sayl and eek my steere /
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Hir litel child lay wepyng in hir arm
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And knelyng pitously to him sche sayde /
Pees litle sone I wol do þe noon harm
wiþ þat hir kerchef of hir hed sche brayde
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And ouer his litel yȝen sche it layde [folio 82a]
And in hir arm sche lullith it wel faste
And vnto heuen hir eyȝen vp sche caste
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Moder quod sche and mayde bright marie
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Soþ is þat þurgh wommannes eggement
Mankynde was lorn and dampned ay to dye
For which þy child was on a cros torent
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Thyn blisful eyȝen sawh al þis torment
Then nys þer noon comparisoun bitwene
Thy wo and any woo may nat sustene
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Thow saugh þy child I-slaw byfor þyn yen
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And ȝit now lyueþ my litel child par fay
Now lady bright to whom alle woful cryen
Thou glory of wommanhod þou faire may
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