And rysith weel—this holde I but a game;—
But gretly, me thinkith, is he to blame,
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And worthi as [a] fool to be reproeved,
That not enforsith him to be releuyd. [folio 19b]
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"Now youthë may no lengere the excuse,
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for age is come, and calengith his plase.
Yeld thi promyse! þou myght it not refuse.
A fool is he þat desobëyth grace,
And is to meward fallë in trespace,
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And castith him nought ámendis to make:
Suche one, what wondir is, though I forsake?
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"Ful long I haue a-beden and susteyned
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to haue amendës for thi forfeture;
And or this tyme I haue me not compleyned.
I may no more the wrechidnesse endure:
I rede the do [MS. to do.] thi besynesse and cure;
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Amende thi self; it is anow to me,
That is the amendës þat I askë the.
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"Now chese thin port, at wich thu wilt aryve;
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But to there ben, of solace and distresse:
At one, thow myght thi self[en] kepe a lyve,
And euere abide in ioye and lustynesse;
That othir, is but care and wrechidnesse;
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here comë deth; and if þat he [schal] smyte
Thi liffe, there is non leche that [may] respite.
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"Se now thi self, that hauest no defence!
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A-bove thin heed the swerd is redy drawe;
I redë the to look thi conscïence,
How þou hauest lyved a-geyn thi lorde-is lawe;
And after this, a-nothir wey thu drawe,
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Þat alle thi tyme in foly so dispended,
yit at the last[ë], lat it be amendyd.
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