But ryȝt as god spyrit of vigour sente
To hym & sauede hym from myschaunce
So sente vigour & myȝt to Custaunce
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fforth goth the schip þour-out þe narwe mouth
Of Iubaltare / and Cepte dryuynge ay
Sumtyme west & sumtyme north & south
And sumtyme est ful many a wery day
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Til Cristis modyr blyssede be sche ay
Hath schapyn þour hire endeles goodnesse
To make an ende of al hire heuynesse
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Now lat vs stynte of Custaunce but a trowe
And speke we of þe romayn Emperour
That out of surry hath bi letterys knowe
The slauthe of Cristene folk & dishonoure [[? eure]]
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Don to his douȝtyr by a fals traytoure
I mene þe wikkede cursede soudonesse
That at þe feste let sle boþe more & lesse
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ffor which þis emperour hath sent a-nor
His senatour with royal ordenaunce
And oþere lordis god wot many on
On surryens to take veniaunce
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They brenne & slen & brynge hem to myschaunce
fful manyaday but schortly þis is þe ende
Homward to rome þey schapyn hem to wende
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This senatour repayreth wictorye
To romeward saylynge ful ryalye
And mette þe schyp dryuynge as seyth þe story
In which Custaunce sit pitously
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No þyng knewe he what sche was ne why
Sche was in swich a-ray / ne sche wolde seye
Of hyre estat þow sche schulde deye
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