The morwe cam and alla gan hym dresse
And ek his wif þis emperour to mete
And forth þey rede In ioye & in gladnesse
And whan sche saw hire fadyr in þe strete
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Sche lyȝte a-doun & fallyth hym to feete
ffadyr quod sche ȝoure ȝonge chyld Custaunce
Is now ful clene out of ȝoure remembraunce
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I am ȝoure douȝty[r] custaunce quod sche [folio 210a]
That whilhom han sent vn-to surrye
It am I fadyr þat in þe salte se
Was put a-lone & dampned for to deye
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Now goode fadyr mercy I ȝow preye
Sende me no more vn-to to non hethenesse
But thanke myn lord here of his kyndenesse
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Who can þe pytous ioye tellyn al
By-twexe hem thre syn þey ben þus I-mette
But of myn tale makyn an ende I schal
The day goth faste I wele no lengere lette
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These glade folk to dyner þey ben sette
In ioye & blysse at dyner I lete hem dwelle
A thousent fold more þan I can telle
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This child Maurice was sythe emperour
Mad bi þe pope & lyuede cristene lyf
To Cristis cherche he dede gret honour
But I lete alle hise storyis passyn by
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Of Custaunce is myn tale specially
In þe olde romayn storyis may men fynde
Maurycis lyf I bere it not in mynde
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This kyng Alla whan he hise tyme say
With his Custaunce his holy wif so swete
To ingelond ben þey come þe ryȝte way
Where as þey lyue In ioye & in quiete
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