Sir Gij answerd, 'wiþ-outen bost,
Cristen icham, wele þou wost,
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Of Inglond born, y pliȝt.
King Triamour me hider brouȝt
For to defenden him, ȝif y mouȝt,
Of þat michel vnriȝt
Þat ȝe beren on him wiþ wouȝ,
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Þat Fabour neuer Sadony slouȝ
Noiþer bi day no niȝt.'
¶ 'O, artow Inglis?' seyd Amorant.
'Now wald mi lord Teruagaunt
Þat þou were Gij þe strong!
Mahoun ȝaf þat þou wer he!
Bliþe wald y þan be
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Batail of him to fong:
For he haþ destrud al our lawe,
His heued wald ichaue ful fawe,
Or heiȝe on galwes hong;
For keuer schal we neuer [MS. neuer er] more
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Þat he haþ don ous forlore
Wiþ wel michel wrong.
¶ Wiþ michel wrong & michel wouȝ
Fourti þousend of ous he slouȝ
In Costentin on a day:
He & [& added above the line.] Herhaud, his felawe,
Michel han destrud our lawe,
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Þat euer-more mon y may.
Ȝif he wer slain wiþ brond of stiel
Þan were y wroken on hem [MS. him.] ful wel [folio 154b:a]
Þat han destrud our lay.'
Sir Gij answerd, 'whi seistow so?
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Haþ Gij ani þing þe misdo?'
Amoraunt seyd, 'nay,
¶ Ac it wer gret worþschip, y-wis,
To alle þe folk of heþenisse,
Þat y hadde so wroken mi kende.
