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'Lo! lorde,' quoț țe leude, and țe lace hondeled,
'Țis is țe bende of țis blame I bere in my nek,
Țis is țe lațe and țe losse țat I lat haue
Of couardise and couetyse țat I haf cat țare;
Țis is țe token of vntrawțe țat I am tan inne,
And I mot nedez hit were wyle I may last;
For mon may hyden his harme, bot vnhap ne may hit,
For țer hit onez is tachched twynne wil hit neuer.'
Țe kyng comfortez țe knyt, and alle țe court als
Laen loude țerat, and luflyly acorden
Țat lordes and ladis țat longed to țe Table,
Vche burne of țe broțerhede, a bauderyk schulde haue,
A bende abelef hym aboute of a bryt grene,
And țat, for sake of țat segge, in swete to were.
For țat watz acorded țe renoun of țe Rounde Table,
And he honoured țat hit hade euermore after,
As hit is breued in țe best boke of romaunce.
Țus in Arthurus day țis aunter bitidde,
Țe Brutus bokez țerof beres wyttenesse;
Syphen Brutus, țe bolde burne, boed hider fyrst,
After țe segge and țe asaute watz sesed at Troye,
Mony aunterez here-biforne
Haf fallen suche er țis.
Now țat here țe croun of țorne,
He bryng vus to his blysse! AMEN.
HONY SOYT QUI MAL PENCE.