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Bot god him kepte alweys, as it dooth seme,
Or ellis his lif he had loste, as men wene;
For on euery behalue they smote him to,
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And he to theim did also.
LESTENETH nowe and sitte stille, [Caius MS. 107 page 106]
Lordingis, and it bee youre wille.
Of heraude nowe y shall you telle,
That of sorowyng may not duelle.
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Euery man is full woo
Whan he shall a good frende forgoo:
So was heraude for his lorde free;
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For he wende neuere him more see.
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He felle in swowe vpon his bedde
Thurgh grete sorowe that he hadde,
And thurgh that falle aslepe,
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As a man that is wery of wepe.
A dreme he had merueillously,
That he sawe his lorde Guy
Vpon his stede swithe comyng,
And in his honde his swerde keruyng,
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And was assailled with wolues and beer:
Vnnethe he might fro theim eskape there.
All to-cratched they had his sheelde,
That pecemele it fleigh in the feelde.
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Withat is heraude of his slepe awaked,
And anone grete sorowe maked,
