&, þo he seyȝe his blod spille,
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God he þonked wiþ gode wille. [A line is here omitted in the MS.]
¶ 'Lord, merci!' Tirri gan say:
'Þis is nouȝt þe pilgrim y met ȝisterday [ȝist blotted.]
Þat is so richeliche diȝt.
He was a feble pouer body,
Sely, messays, & hungri;
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& he is of michel miȝt.
Y trow non erþelich man it be.
On Gij y þenke when ichim se:
So douhti he was in fiȝt.
Ȝif Gij, mi felawe, nouȝt [now MS.] ded nere,
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Ich wald sigge þat he it were:
So liche þai ben of siȝt.'
¶ Into chirche oȝain he ȝede,
& fel on knes in þat stede,
& Iesus Crist he bi-souȝt
He schuld help þe pilgrim
Þat fauȝt oȝain douk Berardin,
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Þat miche wo haþ him wrouȝt.
Hard togider gun þai fiȝt
Fro the morwe to þe niȝt,
Þat þai rest hem nouȝt;
& when hem failed liȝt of day
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Þai couþe no rede what þai do may:
To þemperour þai hem brouȝt.
¶ 'Sir emperour,' þai seyd anon, [C line 9431]
'What schul we wiþ þis kniȝtes don?
At þi wille schal it be.'
Þemperour clept to him þo
Four barouns þat his trust was to.
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'Lordinges,' þan seyd he,
'Kepe me wele þe douk Berard,
& bring him tomorwe bi a forward, [folio 160a:a]
Opon al ȝour fe.
