Þe bodi he seye of a kniȝt:
Þerof he hadde wonder, apliȝt.
Feir & michel he him seþ:
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Gij þenkeþ michel, & nouȝt no seyþ.
Þat hors he prikeþ, & forþ he goþ:
Þat bodi he bihalt inliche forsoþ.
His barbel first adoun he deþ,
Wiþ-outen colour his neb he seþ
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For þe blod he hadde for-lore,
Þat of his bodi he hadde forþ bore.
Y-girt he was wiþ a gode swerd,
Þat was wele kerueand doun to þe uerd. [Read nerd?]
Wele he was y-armed gentilliche. [folio 131a:b]
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Gij of him hadde reuþe miche: [C line 4303]
His name he asked sweteliche,
Who him biseye so reweliche.
'What is þi name? where wer þou bore?
& who haþ y-wounded þe so sore?
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Ich þe bidde þatow say me,
& for soþe y pliȝt þe
For me schaltow harm haue non.
Who haþ þe þus iuel bi-gon?'
He answerd, 'þat wille y nouȝt.
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In mine hert is swiche sorwe brouȝt,
Þat y dar schewe þe no speche.
Lete me dye, y þe biseche.
So michel sigge y þe, sir kniȝt, [The k looks as if the scribe had begun to write a g.]
Ȝif þou wilt pliȝt me anon riȝt
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Þi treuþe in hond mine,
Siker þou be þat al mi pine
& alle mine estris ichil telle þe;
Elles no wostow it nouȝt for me.'
His treuþe sone he him pliȝt,
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His liif he teld him anon riȝt.
Now he seyd: 'sir kniȝt fre, [C line 4337]
Mi name [added above the line in the same hand.] y þe telle, & whennes y be.
