¶ whon his fader hedde herd hit red,
he was a-wondred & a-dred,
for serwe he was neiȝ ded.
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As mon þat hedde þe deþes wounde,
he fel a-doun to þe grounde
as heui as þe led.
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whon he hedde longe i-leyn,
& his stat was comen aȝein,
he made reuþful chere.
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He tar his cloþus & drouȝ his her,
with delful cri & siking sor,
þat del hit was to here.
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