Sche felle downe þere þat daye.
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Sche kyssyd hys mowþe and hys face
And ofte sche cryed: 'allas, allas!'
Sche waxed bloo, as any ledde,
And felle downe, as she were dedde.
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¶ Gye toke that swete wyght [folio 191a:1]
In hys armes vp wyth myght
And seyde: 'my dere lemman, let be þy fare,
For thy lorde schall welfare.'
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The leche seyde at that stownde,
He shulde be bothe hole and sownde.
Gye hur cowmfortyd wyth gode wylle.
He seyde: 'feyre lady, be stylle.'
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Now dud Gye hele Tyrrye
And kept hym wele and tendurlye.
But Gye wolde telle no wyght,
Fro whens he came nor what he hyȝt.
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Gye hym purueyde lechys gode
And for hys loue chaungyd hys mode.
In the cyte þey dwellyd longe,
Tyll that Tyrrye was styffe and stronge
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And myght vpon an hors ryde:
Howndys they had on euery syde.
When he was hole, þere was game
Betwene Gye and hym in same.
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They went to þe wode and to þe ryuere
And louyd togedur on all manere.
¶ Fro huntyng as þey came vpon a day,
Gye dud to Tyrrye saye:
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'Y haue the done curtesye,
Whyll y haue dwellyd þus longe þe bye
In thys londe and thys cuntre:
All was for the loue of the.
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Wyll we nowe trowthe plyght
And be felows day and nyght
And, whyll þat we be leuande,
