¶ þo eufemian was y-war
þat his sone lay þar,
& so long had wiþ him beo,
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he fel in swounyng on þe molde,
'Allas,' he seide, 'þat euer .I. sholde so vnkynde beo.'
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// Be a stounde he gan vp-stonde,
Tar his her & wrong his honde,
þat þe folk myghte rewe.
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þei weopen & made reuly cry,
for him þei wer wel sory
þat þei him euere knewe.
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