¶ When Gij was waked of þat drem,
Of an angel he seiȝe a glem:
'What artow?' þan seyd he. [folio 166a:b]
Þe angel answerd, 'fram heuen y cam:
Miȝhel is mi riȝt nam.
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God sent me to þe
To bid þe make þe redi way:
Bi þe eiȝtenday þou schalt day,
Wel siker mauȝtow be.
& y schal feche þi soule ful euen,
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& bere it to þe þlis of heuen
Wiþ grete solempnete.'
¶ Þe angel goþ forþ, & Gij bileft stille:
His bedes he bad wiþ gode wille
To Iesu heuen king,
& when his term was nere gon [C line 10577]
His knaue he cleped to him anon,
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& seyd, wiþouten lesing,
'Sone,' he seyd, 'y pray now þe,
Go to Warwike þat cite
Wiþ-outen more duelling,
& when þou comest þer, y þe biseche,
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Gret wele þe countas wiþ þi speche,
& take hir þis gold ring.
¶ & say þe pilgrim hat hir biforn,
Þat hir mete was to born,
On þe pouer mannes rawe,
Gret hir wele in al þing,
& sende to hir þis gold ring,
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Ȝif þat sche wil it knawe.
Als son as sche haþ þer-of a siȝt,
Sche wil it knawe anon riȝt,
& be þerof ful fawe.
Þan wil sche ax ware y be:
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Leue sone, for loue of me
Þe soþe to hir þou schawe,
