And seyde þes wordes wiþoute faille:
"Comeþ to me, þat haueþ trauaille
Oþer charge for my sake!
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Comeþ to me, I schal ȝou fille
Wiþ ioye & blisse at al ȝoure wille,
þat neuere mor schal slake."
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Whan þe folk hadde þat word herd,
þe[i] were echone sore a-fered
& fullen doun to grounde;
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As þei leyen & hedde here face,
þar com owth, þoru godes grace,
In a litel stounde,
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