Ar ich wald creaunt ȝeld me
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Ich hadde leuer an-hanged be,
& brent boþe flesche & bon.'
¶ Þan seyd Amoraunt, 'at a word, [C line 8215]
Bi þe treuþe þou owe þi lord,
Þat þou louest so dere,
Tel me what þi name it be,
& leue to drink ȝiue y þe
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Þi fille of þis riuer.
Þou seyd þi name is sir Youn:
It is nouȝt so, bi seyn Mahoun,
It is a lesing, fere.
Ȝif þi name were Youn riȝt
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Þou nere nouȝt of so miche miȝt,
No þus vnbiknowen here.'
¶ 'Frende,' seyd Gij, 'y schal telle þe:
Astow art hendi man & fre,
Þou wray me to no wiȝt.
Gij of Warwike mi name it is:
In Inglond y was born, y-wis.
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Lete me now drink wiþ riȝt.'
When Amoraunt seye, sikerly,
Þat it was þe gode Gij
Þat oȝaines him was diȝt,
He loked on him wiþ michel wrake
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Sternliche wiþ his eyȝen blake,
Wiþ an vnsemli siȝt.
¶ 'Sir Gij,' he seyd, 'welcom to me!
Mahoun, mi lord, y thank þe
Þat ich haue þe her-inne.
Michel schame þou hast me don:
Þi liif þou schalt astite forgon,
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Þi bodi schal atvinne,
