Bot þou graunte me, with-out wernyng,
The thyrd parte of þi wyneng,
When þou comyst a-geyn to me."
Syr cleges sey non oþer wone,
Bot þer he grantyd hym a-non;
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Yt wold non oþer-weys be.
Than sir cleges with heuy chere
Toke his son and his pannyer;
In-to þe hall went he.
The stewerd stert fast in þe hall,
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Among þe lordes in þe halle,
That weryd ryche wede.
He went to sir cleges boldly
And seyd: "Who made þe so herdy,
To come heþer, our þou were bede?
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Cherle," he seyd, "þou arte to bolde.
With-draw þe with þe clothes olde,
Smertly, I þe rede."
He seyd: "Sir, I haue a presant brouȝt
ffro þat lord þat vs dere bouȝht
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And on þe rode gan bled."
The stewerd stert forth wele sone
And plukyd vp þe lyde a-non,
Als smertly as he mouȝht.
The stewerd seyd: "Be mary dere,
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Thys saw I neuer þis tyme of ȝere,
Seth I was man I-wrouȝht.
