& at an hole in y wond,
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& so riche tresour as y fond
Y trow in þis world is non. [folio 158a:a]
¶ Biside þat tresour lay a dragoun,
& þer-on lay a swerd broun,
Þe sckauberk comly corn:
In þe hilt was mani precious ston,
As briȝt as ani sonne it schon,
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Wiþ-outen oþ y-sworn.
& me þouȝt Gij sat at min heued,
& in his lappe me biweued
Astow dest [dost MS.] me biforn.
Lord, merci, & it wer so
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Wele were me þan bi-go,
Þat euer ȝete was y born.'
¶ 'Now, felawe,' seyd Gij, 'bi mi leute,
Þat s[w]euen wil turn gret ioie to þe,
& wele y schal it rede:
Þurch Gij þou schalt þi lond keuer.
Trust wele to god, þei þou be pouer:
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Þe better þou schalt spede.
To þe hulle nim we þe way,
Þer þe þouȝt þe tresour lay,
& in þou schalt me lede.
Now god, þat schope al mankinde,
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Wald we miȝt þat tresour finde:
It wald help ous at nede.'
¶ Vp risen þo kniȝtes tvay, [C line 9123]
& to þe hille þai nom þe way,
& in þai went ful euen,
& founde þe tresour, & þe dragoun,
& þe swerd of stiel broun,
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As Tirri met in his sweuen.
Sir Gij [added above the line.] drouȝ out þat swerd anon,
& alle þe pleynes þer-of it schon,
As it were liȝt of leuen.
