But y myȝt nat so of myne,
But y hadde borowed at þe of þyne;
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Þo þrytty pounde, God haþ me sente,
And here þey are now, þy [yn.] presente;
And asswyþe þey shul be payd,
No lenger shul þey be delayd."
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Seynt Ihōn called hys chaumberleyn,
And tolde hem to Troyle, be [by.] summe certeyn.
Anoun cumforted was Troyle so weyl
Þat hys sykenes he forgate eche deyl,
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And so smartly, yn tyme so lyte,
Þat þey allë myȝt wele wyte
Þat þe feuer þat hym so shoke
was for þe monye [mone.] þat he toke.
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He dyde on hys cloþys astyte,
And to Seynt Ihon he wrote a skryte;
Þys skryt [scryte.] conteyneþ, as hyt seyþ þore,
Þese samë wurdës, lesse ne more:
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"God þe ȝelde, my lorde Syre Ihōn,
Þe besauntes þat were delte echon,
Þat y lente þe, þrytty pounde,
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Yn hande y haue hem hole and sounde."
And Troyle dyde þe skryt [scryte.] weyl sele,
And syþen ros vp yn gode hele;
And went hym homë with seynt Ihon;
Of euyl felte [felt.] he no more non.
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But Ihesu, þat seëþ al þyng,
Shewed to Troyle þys tokenyng
How he hadde lore a rychë holde,
And for auaryce he hyt solde.
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Troyle tolde, he sagh þys syght
At þe fyrst slepe of þe nyght:
