The rychest of all þat lande
He made to be broȝt to hys hande.
Feyre he preyed hym þere to lynge,
Tyll he of Gye harde tythynge.
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Speke we now of dewke Oton
And of þe knyȝt, syr Gyown.
The dewke let make þen a crye,
Þat all men to þe brydale be redye,
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All, that were in Lumbardye
And in the cyte of Payuye.
The dewke was a yoyfull man,
That þe terme was comyn than.
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Comen he ys to that maye
Wyth grete game þat ylke day.
'Lemman dere, dyght þe:
To day schalt þou weddyd bee.'
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'Syr,' sche seyde, wyth glade [e of glade gone (worm-hole).] chere,
'All thy wylle y wyll do here.'
Sche greythed hur nobull well
To plese þe dewke þat day, as y yow telle.
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Sche lepe on a palfray,
To the churche sche toke þe way
Thorow þe cyte and the towne:
Wyth hur wente dewke Oton.
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He wened to haue wedde wyth yoye þat maye:
Sorowe to hym came þat ylke day.
¶ Gye hym armed tho in stele:
He had armer at hys wylle.
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Forthe he wente, þe dewke Oton:
That mayde þey had in þer bandown. [See the note.]
Gye hys stede sone bestrode
And owte of þe castell faste he rode.
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Faste he prekyd þorow þe towne
And ouyrtoke þe dewke Oton.
'Dewke, stonde þou stylle thare:
