¶ His gode lord traye he gan
Þat þourȝ him he was maked man,
Of Warwik sire Gij:
Euel he haþ is while ȝolde,
Whan he Reinbroun, is sone, solde [folio 168b:b]
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To þe marchauns of Roussy:
For gold & seluer gret plente
To þe marchauns diliurede he,
Ase we gonne aspie.
& ȝif he hadde þe riȝte lawe
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A scholde ben hanged & drawe
For þat trecherie.'
¶ Þo Heraud herde him speke so,
Him þouȝte his herte barst ato:
Vp he sterte an hye.
'Felawe duk,' a seide, 'þow lyxst,
Whan þow wiþ tresoun me betwyxst:
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Þow dost me vileynie.
Þow hit schelt to soþe bringe
Þat þow hast seid be-fore þe kinge,
Or þow schelt abye.
Hasteliche now arme þe:
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Anon it schel proued be,
Þat þow dost on me lye.
¶ Ich wile þat y ben hanged & drawe
Boute y defende me wiþ þe lawe
Of þis famacioun,
Þat þow seist y scholde selle
Me lordes sone þat ich of telle,
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Þat men clepede Reinbroun.
Whan ich þe soþe parseued hadde,
Þe marchauns him hadde wei ladde
Me of-þouȝte þat tresoun.
Wiþ mesagers y sente me sonde
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To seche him in mani londe:
Þow lyxst on me, feloun.
