Altenglische legenden ...

                                
                                  To wham he gifes all erthly thing;
                                
                                  Bot sethin he calles us to rekenyg, [rekenyg st. rekenyng.] 
                                
                                  þat es with ded when þis life endes;
                                
                                  þan nedes us for to seke oure frendes;
                                
                                  þe first frende es þis werldely gude,
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                                  þat ebbes & flowes here als þe flode,
                                
                                  Whore in we trist, & folows fast,
                                
                                  Bot, when þe ded cum es at þe last,
                                
                                  We get no help of him þat tyde,
                                
                                  Bot of a cloth, oure cors to hide.
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                                  þe secund frende þt we trist in
                                
                                  Er wyfe and childer and oþer kyn:
                                
                                  þai help us noght when we nede haue,
                                
                                  Bot with us wende þai to oure graue,
                                
                                  And þeþ(i)n oway þai wende ful swyft [Ms. þeþn st. þeþin.] 
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                                  Home ogaine, oure gude to skyft.
                                
                                  þe third frende þat es charite,
                                
                                  And with us alway wendes he:
                                
                                  þat es prayers and almusdedes,
                                
                                  þai may us help in all oure nedes
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                                  And hertly hope þat we sall haue
                                
                                  In god, þat he oure sawles will saue.
                                
                                  þerfore oure mys we solde amend
                                
                                  & almus fast bifore us send,
                                
                                  To serue us whore we soiorn sale.
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                                  So may men lere by a tale:
                                
                                  In a cete nobill for þe nones
                                
                                  þis custum used þai ilk zere ones:
                                
                                  A kyng to make, noght of þaire awin,
                                
                                  Bot of a strange man & unknawin;
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                                  To pouert solde þai take no hede
                                
                                  Bot cleth him sone in kynges wede,
                                
                                  And gif him and plain powere(!) [Vor and fehlt ein Sbst. (aught?).] 
                                
                                  To do what him list all þat zere;
                                
                                  At his dome solde be all bi dene.
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                                  Bot sethin, when þat he lest sold wene,
                                
                                  With þe Cytezayns he solde be tone
                                
                                  & fro þat Cete led allone,
                                
                                  He solde be nakynd in þat wile
                                
                                  And put in to ane un cuth yle,
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                                  Whore he solde dy for faut of fode.
                                
                                  And at þe last ane under stode
                                
                                  þat he solde swilk defautes fele;
                                
                                  þarfore he did wisely and wele:
                                
                                  Sere gudes he sent oft sithes bifore,
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                                  þat he myght haue, when come þore.
                                
                                  Sethin when his pople had him repreued,
                                
                                  With his awin gudes he was releued.
                                
                                  Sir, so solde ilk man him awise
                                
                                  And in þis werld wirk als þe wise,
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                                  To send bi fore sum almus dede,
                                
                                  þat may him help when he has nede.
                                
                                  When berlam þus wt wordes bolde [740-743 sind enger zusammengeschrieben, wie auch v. 887-890.] 
                                
                                  To þe kynges sun þir tales had tolde,
                                
                                  þe childe said he walde wt him wende
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                                  & nowþer let for fo ne frende,
                                
                                  þe kyng his fader he wolde forsake
                                
                                  & berlam furth his fader make.
                                
                                  þan said berlam: yf þou will so,
                                
                                  Ensaumple sall I tell þe un to,
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                                  How it bi fell with swilk a childe
                                
                                  þat gaf him fro all werkes wilde.
                                
                                  A prince son of a gude cete,
                                
                                  þat with riche ayres myght maried be,
                                
                                  Als he went on a day playand,
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                                  A pouer mans dogter saw he stand,
                                
                                  Wirkand hir werk with eger mode
                                
                                  And loueand god euer als sho stode.
                                
                                  þe zong childe stode and bihelde
                                
                                  What thankyng scho to god gun zelde.
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                                  In his hert he was wele paid.
                                
                                  & all þus un to hir he said:
                                
                                  Woman, what menes þou in þi mode
                                
                                  þat loues god with hert so gude?
                                
                                  þou thankes him in þi myscheue,
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                                  Als he had gifen þe grete releue;
                                
                                  Say me þe suth whi þou dose so.
                                
                                  þe mayden answerde þus þar to:

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Title: Altenglische legenden ...
Author: Horstmann, Carl, ed. b. 1851.
Canvas: Page 235
Publication: Paderborn,: F. Schöningh,; 1875.
Subject terms: English poetry; Legends

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