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to the evyl and vycious peple wythout right. And also Desortes the philosophre, as he went toward his deth, his wyf that folowed after hym sayd that he was dampned to deth wrongfully. Thenne he answerd and sayd to her,
12275 12280 12285 12290 12295 12300 1019. A man wunned with his wyf to weld besyd that cyté of Samary Whor Elysew oft toke his beld; and his wyf drowped oft drerely Bycawse scho was gone in gret eld and
helpez bothe king and knyght, the povere alle mididone." A riche prince of Sarazins thudere was icome, With him is wyf and his mayné that with him he hadde inome. To Maries prechingue he lustnede ful sone; For that heo
be, Elles lett my desyre be in vayne. And yf myne answere save thy lyf, Graunt me to be Gawens wyf. Advyse the nowe, Sir Kyng. For itt must be so, or thou artt butt dead; Chose nowe, for thou
Ye lese my lyf! Alas, dere God, shuld I now rave? An old man may nevyr thryff With a yonge wyf, so God me save! Nay, nay, sere, let bene! Shuld I now in age begynne to dote? If I
thaat two togedur loven As mon and wyf often prooven The more sorowe and mournyng Shal be atte here depaartyng. ¶Bot body and soule with the lyf Loven more then monne and wyf Whether they here lyve wele or ille
of your lif? Fayn wolde ye wyte, if it were for availe For you to have a goodly one to wyf, -2 Yong, fressh, and fair, to stynt al maner strif, To your semyng, and ye be ronne in age,
goode ther was gret plent: Among men, love and charit; In his tyme was never strif Bitwene mon and his wyf; Uche mon lovede wel other: Beter love nas nevere of brother. Thenne was that a joyful thing In londe
opynd, yt is not to layn, And sodanly thei sanke to Hell And all that of ther fayr ware fayn, wyf and chyld, down with them fell. The erthe sone was closed agayn; ther was no tokyn of to tell.
grevyth me, But that here synne here, deth doth brewe Go sey to Noe as I bydde thee: Hymself, his wyf, his chylderyn trewe Tho eighte sowlys in shyp to be Thei shul not drede the flodys flowe,
that is so yenge. ZELOMY Why makyst thu, man, suche mornyng? Tell me sumdele of youre gret mone. JOSEPH My wyf is now in gret longynge, Travelyng of chylde and is alone. For Godys love that sytt in trone, As
com; He turnde ther wel faste that folc to Cristendom. Chirchen he rerede al aboute and teighte men therto. Egeas wyf the Justice he makede cristene also,3 Thervore the Justice was wroth and wende to Patras, To the cité in
maydyn, blyssid thu be, Godes Sone is born of thee; The Fader of hevene worchepe we: Regina celi, letare! Heyl wyf, heyl maydyn, heyl brytgh of ble, Heyl dowter, heyl suster, heyl ful of peté, Heyl chosyn to tho personys
maydyn, blyssid thu be, Godes Sone is born of thee; The Fader of hevene worchepe we: Regina celi, letare! Heyl wyf, heyl maydyn, heyl brytgh of ble, Heyl dowter, heyl suster, heyl ful of peté, Heyl chosyn to tho personys
maydyn, blyssid thu be, Godes Sone is born of thee; The Fader of hevene worchepe we: Regina celi, letare! Heyl wyf, heyl maydyn, heyl brytgh of ble, Heyl dowter, heyl suster, heyl ful of peté, Heyl chosyn to tho personys
maydyn, blyssid thu be, Godes Sone is born of thee; The Fader of hevene worchepe we: Regina celi, letare! Heyl wyf, heyl maydyn, heyl brytgh of ble, Heyl dowter, heyl suster, heyl ful of peté, Heyl chosyn to tho personys
perylous syghte; Of sorewe were they nevere so sad.19 Soone aftyr this folk was flowe than, Untyl hym sayde hys wyf, the qwene: "Weylaway, thou wrehche man! Wherof makys thou thee so kene? He hath weel kyd that God is
maydyn, blyssid thu be, Godes Sone is born of thee; The Fader of hevene worchepe we: Regina celi, letare! Heyl wyf, heyl maydyn, heyl brytgh of ble, Heyl dowter, heyl suster, heyl ful of peté, Heyl chosyn to tho personys
maydyn, blyssid thu be, Godes Sone is born of thee; The Fader of hevene worchepe we: Regina celi, letare! Heyl wyf, heyl maydyn, heyl brytgh of ble, Heyl dowter, heyl suster, heyl ful of peté, Heyl chosyn to tho personys
maydyn, blyssid thu be, Godes Sone is born of thee; The Fader of hevene worchepe we: Regina celi, letare! Heyl wyf, heyl maydyn, heyl brytgh of ble, Heyl dowter, heyl suster, heyl ful of peté, Heyl chosyn to tho personys