"Mid þe?" quod þe wolf, "War to? [W. & M. war-to.]
Wat shulde ich ine þe putte do?"
Quod þe vox, "Þou art ounwiis,
Her is þe blisse of paradiis;
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Her ich mai euere wel fare,
Wiþ-outen pine, wiþouten kare;
Her is mete, her is drinke,
Her is blisse wiþouten swinke;
Her nis hounger neuermo,
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Ne non oþer kunnes wo;
Of alle gode her is I-nou." [W. & M. i-nou.]
Mid þilke wordes þe volf lou.
"Art þou ded, so god þe rede,
Oþer of þe worlde?" þe wolf sede.
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Quod þe wolf, "Wenne storue þou,
And wat dest þou þere nou?
Ne beþ nout ȝet þre daies ago, [W. & M. a-go.]
Þat þou and þi wif also,
And þine children, smale and grete,
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Alle to-gedere mid me hete." [MS. to gedere.]
"Þat is soþ," quod þe vox,
"Gode þonk, nou hit is þus,
Þat ihc am to criste vend.
Not hit non of mine frend.
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I nolde, for al þe worldes goed,
Ben ine þe worlde, þer ich hem fond.
