¶ She dryueth forth / in to oure Occian
Thurgh out oure wilde see / til atte laste
Vnder an hoold / that nempnen I ne kan
ffer in Northhumberlond / the wawe hire caste
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And in the sond / hir ship / stiked so faste
That thennes wolde it noght of al a tyde
The wyl of crist. was þat she sholde abyde
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¶ The Constable of the Castel / doun is fare
To seen his wrak and al the ship he soghte
And foond / this wery womman ful of care
He foond also / the tresor þat she broghte
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In hir langage / mercy she bisoghte
The lyf / out of hire body for to twynne
Hire to deliuere / of wo / that she was Inne
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A maner latyn corrupt / was hir speche
But algates / ther by was she vnderstonde
The Constable / whan hym lyst no lenger seche
This woful womman / broghte he to the londe
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She kneleth doun / and thanketh goddes sonde
But what she was / she wolde no man seye
ffor foul ne fair / thogh þat she sholde deye
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She seyde / she was / so mazed in the see
That she forgat hir mynde / by hir trouthe
The Constable / hath of hire so greet pitee
And eke his wyf / that they wepen for routhe
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She was so diligent with outen slouthe
To serue and plese / euerich in that place
That alle hir louen / that looken in hir face
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¶ This Constable / and dame Hermengyld his wyf/ [folio 59b]
Were payens / and that contree euery where
But Hermengyld / loued hire right as hir lyf
And Custance / hath so longe soiourned there
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