þe day was go, þe nyȝt was come;
þo seyde þe fader to þe sone,
With wel glade chere,
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'Op arys, þou sone myn,
And go [þou] in-to boure þyn,
To glady þyne fere.'
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¶ þo he was in-to boure y-broȝt,
He by-held þat may swaþel & toȝt
Of briȝte hywe.
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Sone turnde he his þoȝt,
In fondynge he was y-broȝt,
His care be-gan al nywe;
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He siȝte, & made sorweful chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
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¶ Ne myȝte him gladye his fere,
With wordes ne with fayre chere,
þat stod y-shrud in palle;
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