The syght of Ynglonde loste þey þore.
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Noþyng sawe þey þem abowte,
But salte watur and waweys stowte.
Forthe þey went be day lyght,
Tyll hyt drewe to the nyght.
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Londe they sye at the laste:
Thedurwarde þey drewe faste.
They came to londe wyth grete hye
And ryden into Normandye.
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To a cyte they come wyth lyght,
There they schulde be all nyght
At a burges hows of the towne,
That was a man of grete renown.
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As they at the soper sete
(Some dranke and some ete),
Gye cowde speke of many a þynge
And axyd the gode man tythynge,
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Yf he harde anythynge
Of turnament or of justynge.
¶ 'Ȝys, for sothe,' seyde þe gode man,
'Of a turnament telle y can.
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Of Almayn the Emperowre
Hath a doghtur of gret valowre,
That hath a turnament let crye,
The moste, þat euer man sye.
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Ther ys no knyght in þat cuntre,
That ys of grete degree,
That of armes anythynge can,
But he schall be there than.
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Ne schall be knyȝt in all Spayne,
From hens to þe see of Bretayne,
That had louyd any maye ȝynge, [folio 164b:1]
But he schall be at that justynge
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For to do hys proves
And to schewe hys hardynes.
Thedur schall come knyȝtys of many londys
