Swerd he bar þat wele wald bite,
In þe heued he wald Gij smite.
Þe strok opon his hors glod
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Opon þe croupe a fot brod.
Þei he war aferd no wonder nas:
Gij ferd fram him a [an originally, the n being under|dotted.] fast pas.
He seye wiþ þat a grom cominde, [C line 5533]
To him ward fast erninge: [erneinge origin|ally, the second e being under|dotted.]
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A gret soule in his hond he bar,
So wold god þat it war.
Gij wel feir him bisouȝt
Ȝif him þe staf þat he brouȝt.
'Ichil ȝeld it þe ful wel.'
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'Haue here, sir, bi seyn Miȝhel.
Wele ich þi gret nede se:
Now god fram schame kepe þe.'
He tok þat soule in his hond,
Anon forþ to hem he wond.
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A Lombard wel sone he mett,
And wiþ þe soule [MS. swerd.] so him grett,
Þat ded he feld him anon.
He tok his hors, & gan to gon,
& seyd to þe grom þo:
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'Þou nim þis hors, & gin to go.
Wiþ gode wille y ȝiue it þe
For þe staf þou lentest me.'
Þe knaue him þonked bliue,
Oway wiþ þe hors he gan to driue.
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Þan went forþ Gij þe gode,
Nas neuer man of his mode
Þat better him werd in his ende.
Er he out of þat fiȝt gan wende
Ȝete he slouȝ on of her felawe. [folio 138b:a]
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In lasse while he hadde [him] y-slawe,
Þen men schold sigge a pater-noster.
Y telle it ȝou bi Peter þe apostel
