Be crystes sake, I rede ȝe lyne
Of all þe sorow þat ȝe be Ine
A-ȝene þis holy dey.
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Now euery man schuld be mery and glad
With sych godes as þei had;
Be ȝe so, I ȝou pray.
Go we to ouer mete be-lyue
And make vs both merry and blythe,
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Als wele as euer we may.
I hold it for þe best, trewly;
Y haue made owre mete treuly,
Y hope, vnto ȝour pay."
"Now I assent," quoþ cleges tho. [MS. the.]
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Yn with hyr he gan go
Som-what with better chere.
When he fell in thouȝt and care,
Sche comforth hym euer mour,
Hys sorow for-to stere.
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After he gan to wex blyth
And wyped hys terys blyue,
That hang on hys lyre.
Than þei wesch and went to mete,
With sych god as þei myȝht gete,
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And made mery chere.
