To bote min sinnes ichil wende
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Barfot to mi liues ende,
To bid mi mete wiþ care.'
¶ As Gij stode þus in tour alon
In hert him was ful wo bigon:
'Allas!' it was his song.
Þan com Feliis sone anon, [C line 7151]
& herd him make rewely mon
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Wiþ sorwe & care among.
'Leman,' sche seyd, 'what is þi þouȝt?
Whi artow þus in sorwe brouȝt?
Meþenke þi pain wel strong. [The r added above the line.]
Hastow ouȝt herd of me bot gode,
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Þat þou makes þus dreri mode?
Y-wis, þou hast gret wrong.'
¶ 'Leman,' seyd Gij oȝain,
'Ichil þe telle þe soþe ful fain
Whi icham brouȝt to grounde.
Seþþen y þe seyȝe first wiþ ayn
("Allas þe while," y may sayn)
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Þi loue me haþ so y-bounde, [folio 148b:a]
Þat neuer seþþen no dede y gode,
Bot in wer schadde mannes blode
Wiþ mani a griseli wounde.
Now may me rewe al mi liue.
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That euer was y born o wiue,
Wayle-way þat stounde!
¶ Ac ȝif ich hadde don half þe dede
For him þat on rode gan blede
Wiþ grimly woundes sare,
In heuene he wald haue quit mi mede,
In joie to won wiþ angels wede
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Euer-more wiþ-outen care.
