Fourti fadom depe it was.
He hadde y-herd cri, 'allas':
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He oxed anon who þat were
Þat made þer so reuly bere.
'Ich,' he seyd, 'a wreched man:
Me reuweþ sore þat y liues am.
Erl Tirri mi nam is:
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Now icham a wreche, y-wis.
Þe douk no misdede y neuer nouȝt,
And in þis prisoun icham y-brouȝt.
More iren about me is
Þan a somer miȝt beren, y-wis,
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On armes, on legges, on bodi also.
Mi deþ ich wold were com me to.
For þan þat ich felawe was
To a kniȝt þat neuer his better nas,
Whom þe douk Otus hated, y-wis,
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On me þe wreche fallen now is.
Þat ich ete þis is þe þridde day:
Long liue y no may.'
¶ 'Tirri,' quaþ Gij, 'no be nouȝt wo: [C line 5885]
Icham Gij þou louedest so.
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Out of prisoun y schal cast þe
So sone y may mi time se.'
Sir Tirri spac to Gij þo,
'For godes loue, hennes þou go.
Hou come þou hider, sir Gij?
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Þine hider-com wil me harmi.
Ȝif þe douk wite þat þou it be
Þis ich day he wil sle þe.
Leuer me were al-on to day [folio 140b:b]
Þan wite þe ded, soþe to say.
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Þerfore, sir, hennes þou go;
For godes loue, sir, do now so.'
Als þai togider speken þis
A Lombard it of-herd, y-wis, [C line 5899]
