Þat ne wulde hyt [hyt ne wulde O, hyt ne wulde hyt H.] see, and þedyr dryue?
Þe Emperoure Henry come fro Rome
For to see þys hard[ë] dome;
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whan he hem say, [saghe.] he weptë sore
For þe myschefe þat he sagh þore;
He ded come wryȝtës [carponters] for to make
Coueryng ouer hem, for tempest sake;
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But þat þey wroght, hyt was yn veyn,
For, hyt come to no certeyn;
For þat þey settë on oo [o.] day,
On þe touþer, downe hyt lay;
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Ones, twyys, þryys, þus þey wroȝt,
And alle here makyng was for noȝt;
Myght no coueryng hyle hem fro colde
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Tyl tyme of mercy, þat Cryst hyt wolde.
Tyme of grace fyl þurgh hys myȝt [folio 61a:2]
At þe twelvemonth ende, on þe ȝolë nyȝt,
Þe same oure þat þe prest hem banned,
Þe samë oure, atwynne þey woned;
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Þat houre þat he cursed hem ynne,
Þat [þat O, þe H.] samë oure þey ȝede atwynne:
And, as yn [yn a.] twynkelyng of an ye,
Yn-to þe cherchë gun þey flye,
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And on þe pauement þey fyl alle downe,
As þey hade be dede, or fal yn a swone.
Þre days, styl, þey lay echone,
Þat none steryd, oþer flesshe or bone,
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And, at þe þre days ende,
To lyfe God grauntede hem to wende.
Þey sette hem vpp, and spak apert
To þe parysshe prest, syre Robert:
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"Þou art ensample and enchesun
Of oure long confusyun;
Þou maker art of oure trauayle,
Þat ys to many grete [ful gret.] meruayle;
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And þy traueyle shalt þou sone ende,
