¶ Þis in we beddeþ par cherite,
For godes loue in trinite, [folio 172a:a]
Þat is lord [so] fre.
To-morwe anon so it is day
We scholle wenden in our way
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Towardes our contre.'
Þe porter answerde anon riȝt,
'Of þis lord i ne can telle no-wiȝt,
Ne in what contre a be.
Ac a leuedi her-in is
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Ful of del and sorwe, y-wis:
Wel sore wepeþ ȝhe
¶ For hire lord þat ȝhe haþ lore:
Ioie ne worþ hire neuer þer-fore
For non menstralcie.'
Þe porter in anon gan wende,
And tolde tale ord and ende
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To Amis is leuedy:
'Madame, her beþ come twei kniȝte:
Noble men hii be in fiȝte.
Þai wolde her soiurny
Al þis niȝt, for soþ to say,
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To-morwe wenden in her way:
Þarof y nouȝt ne lye.'
¶ Þe leuedi seide, 'let hym in:
Þai scholle be serued wel afyn,
Be þe grace of god almiȝte.'
Þe porter wente aȝen anon,
& to þe gate he gan gon,
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& let hem in ful riȝte.
Þe kniȝtes were kende kore:
Whan þai come to halle dore,
Adoun þai gonne liȝte.
Men toke here swerdes, scheld, & spere,
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Here stedes, and here oþer gere:
Ful wel men gan hem diȝte.
