¶ & hou he socourd þi leman schene,
& al þe fiften outlawes ken
He slouȝ hem al on rawe,
& slouȝ þe four kniȝtes radde,
& þi bodi to toun ladde,
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To leche þi woundes ful fawe,
& he socourd þi fader in wer,
& halp þe boþe nere & fer
Þo þou was fallen ful lawe,
& now y slouȝ Berard þe strong.
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Icham Gij; þou hast wrong:
Why wiltow me nouȝt knawe?'
¶ When þerl herd him speke so,
Wepen he gan wiþ eyȝen to,
& fel aswon to grounde.
'For godes loue,' he seyd, 'merci!
Iuel at ese now am y,
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In sorwe & care ful bounde.
Ful wele miȝt y knowe þe ar now:
In al þis warld was non [man MS.] bot þou [folio 162a:b]
Oȝain Berard durst founde.
Merci, sir, par charite:
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Þat ich haue misknowen þe,
Allas, allas þat stounde!'
¶ Merci he crid on his kne: [C line 9851]
Boþe for sorwe & for pite
Wepen he bigan.
