¶ Wepen bothe yonge and olde / in al that place
Whan þat the kyng this cursed lettre sente
And Custance / with a deedly pale face
The ferthe day / toward the ship she wente
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But nathelees / she taketh in good entente
The wyl of Crist and knelynge on the Stronde
She seyde lord / ay wel come be thy sonde
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He that me kepte / fro the false blame [folio 63a]
While I was / on the lond amonges yow
He kan me kepe / from harm / and eek fro shame
In salte see / al thogh I se noght how
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As strong as euere he was / he is yet now
In hym triste I / and in his mooder deere
That is to me / my seyl / and eek my steere
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Hir litel child / lay wepyng in hir arm
And knelynge / pitously / to hym she seyde
Pees litel sone / I wol do thee noon harm
With that hir couerchief / ouer hir heed she breyde
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And ouer hise litel eyen / she it leyde
And in hir Arm / she lulleth it ful faste
And in to heuene / hire eyen vp she caste
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¶ Mooder quod she / and mayde bright Marie
Sooth is / that thurgh wommanes eggement
Man kynde was lorn / and damned ay to dye
ffor which thy child / was on a croys yrent
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Thy blisful eyen / sawe al his torment
Thanne is ther / no comparison bitwene
Thy wo / and any wo / man may sustene
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Thow sawe thy child yslayn bifore thyne eyen
And yet now / lyueth my child parfay
Now lady bright / to whom alle woful cryen
Thow glorie of wommanhede / thow faire may
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