There pletyne is not worth an hawe.
God gyue þe grace þi selue to know,
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And euery mane in hys degre!
Fare wele! I here an horne blow,
I may no lenger byde with þe.
The Story.
(From MS. Lambeth 306, fol. 107-110 (sign l. 3-6, which has no Prologue).
MAn, Frome [MS. Ashmole, fro] myschefe thou þe A-mende,
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And to my talkynge thou take gode hede,
Fro synnes vij thou the defende,
The leste of all is for to drede;
For of the leste y will you speke,
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And for to fabill I will you nought; [fro hell I wyll you tech]
Be warë, man, god will him wreke
Off him that is cause, spowsode to breke. [his teching do breke]
The first Sacrement that euer god made,
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That was wedlok, in gode faye;
Kepe [Be-leue] thou hit [þat] with-outë dred,
For hit lastith till [þat schall last to] domes daye.
For his bonde we may all breke, [This line omitted.]
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His owne worde, and [if] we will halde,
To [Tyll] dethë comë that shall wreke, [all shall werke]
And be cast in claye full colde. [vs all in cley to fold]
The gretter [gretyst] kynge of all the worlde
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By som cause his Crowne may for-gone,—
I take witnesse of olde and yenge, [kyng rycherd]
Off kynge Sacre and kynge Salamond, [And kynge fabere and Absalome]
Off Davit [And kynge Dauyd] that made the Sauter booke, [Add, "For synne þat he dyde with bersabe"]
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Criste of [fro] hym his crowne con [he] take. [Add, "Thus holy wryte tellys me"] [folio 107b]
