¶ On a dai me lord honted a best,
& drof it out of þe forest
Wiþ-inne is merkes stake.
Siþþe herde ich of him namore:
Þarfore me of-dredeþ sore
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Þe kniȝt him haue take.'
'Allas,' queþ Heraud, 'is it Amis,
Þerl of Montaine of gret pris?'
Gret sorwe he gan make.
'O,' a seide, 'sire Reinbroun,
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Wel a louede þe fader Gioun:
We mote him helpe for is sake.'
¶ Reinbroun seide, ase he was hende,
'Tomorwe ich wile þerder wende
To seche sire Amis.'
'Me swete frend,' queþ þe leuedi,
'Be þow nouȝt to foul-hardi;
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For gret perel it is.' [folio 172b:a]
Amorwe Reinbroun aros erly, [C line 11357]
And armede him ful hastely,
For to winne pris.
A gode stede he bestrod,
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& forþ a wente wiþ-oute abod
To þe forest, ywis.
¶ Heraud wiþ him go wolde,
Ac he seide þat he ne scholde
For non skines nede,
& he dradde of him strangliche,
& betauȝte him god in heuen riche,
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& in is wey a ȝede.
Heraud blefte, & he gan gon:
Þe merkes stake a pased anon,
Þat was wel vnrede.
Al þe dai a tok þe pas,
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Til it noun apased was,
Ridand vpon is stede.
