Veryfyyng thys wordys, seyng to the,
Who can not wepe com lerne at me."
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"Now, breke hert, y the praye! thys cord lyeth so rulye,
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So betyn, so woundyd, Entretyd so fuly.
What wyȝt may be-hold, and wepe not? none truly,
to see my ded dyre sone bledynge, lo, thys newly!"
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Euer stylle schee sobbed,
So here sone was bobbed,
And of hys lyue robbed.
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Newyng these wordys, as y sey the,
"Who can not wepe, com lerne at me."
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On me sche cast here yee, and seyd, "see, man, thy brother!"
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Sche kyste hym, and seyd, "swete, am y not thy modyr?"
And swonynge schee fylle; ther hyt wold be no nothyr:
y not whych more dedlye, the tone or the todyr.
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yett sche reuyued, and sobbed
how here sone was bobbed,
& of hys lyue robbed.
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"Who can not wepe," thys ys the lay,
And with that wordys schee vanyschyd ffinis.
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A-way.
