To the hyt ys no vylenye.'
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¶ Then þey kyste all same [folio 195b:2]
Bothe wyth yoye and wyth game.
Gye hym drewe bakwarde:
He wolde kysse no Lumbarde.
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They kyssed then euery man:
At the dewke Gye began.
¶ 'Dewke Loyere,' seyde Awbrye,
'Here y take the my sone Tyrrye:
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Here y the take a gode knyght:
My blessynge haue he day and nyght.'
The erle hym turned sone anon:
The wey to Gormoyse [MS. Gorgomoyse.] ys he gon.
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The dewke Loyere went hys way
And all hys baronage wyth hym þat day.
Harrowde ledde þat maye bryght:
Sche was bothe feyre and whyght.
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Sche had hur fadurs wylle
For to be wyth Harrowde stylle.
Gye, Harrowde [d in Harrowde gone (worm-hole).] and Tyrrye
Rode syngyng merelye.
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Grete game was in þer thoght:
For of treson wyste þey noght.
Or hyt were none of the day,
They schulde synge: 'wele away.'
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That ylke day þey rode faste.
Sone they sye at þe laste
Besyde þem a [a added over the line.] feyre playne:
Therof was þe dewke fayne.
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He bad them all downe lyght
To reste þer horsys a lytull wyght.
Hyt was hote that ylke day,
As they had redyn aftur þe way.
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Sone, when þey lyght downe,
