Worþschiped ous haþ þe douk Loer
Wiþ alle þe tresoun þat is her.
No war we acorded bifor þe barnage,
& kist wiþouten vtrage?
Þis has made þe douke Otoun, [MS. of toun.]
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Þat is so ful of tresoun.
Alle þis tresoun he haþ bispeke
(God ous of him awreke);
For þurch þe no war it nouȝt,
Bot it were first of him y-þouȝt.'
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Þe douk Loer was so wo:
O word no miȝt he speke þo.
Wiþ þat stirt forþ anon riȝt [C line 5469]
Otus cossyn, an vnwrast kniȝt.
Gij bi his mantel he drouȝ so,
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Þat þe tassels brosten ato.
Þan seyd a Tya[y]s to a Lombard: [folio 138a:a]
'Now is Gij of Warwike a couward.
Lo, now he no haþ no miȝt:
Lorn he haþ contenaunce, apliȝt.'
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Wiþ þat þai speken hem þus bitven,
Gij seye it miȝt no noþer ben:
To him þat him held turned he,
And ȝaf him swiche benedicite,
Þat he brak his nek ato.
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Alle þe oþer on him þresten þo.
Þe mantel þat he had opon
To cloutes it was drawen anon,
So þat ichon oway bar
An pece of his mantel þar.
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Gij werd him fast in þat sturbing:
Now helpe him Iesu heuen king.
Smer[t]liche þai gun him asaily:
He werd him as a kniȝt hardy,
So þat he neyȝed his stede;
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For to him he hadde nede.
