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THOMAS OF EKSSELDOTJNE. 103
Scho ledde hym in at Eldone hill, nt
Vndir nethe a derne lee ; "Whare it was dirk as mydnyght myrke, And euer the water till his knee.
The montenans of dayes three, He herd bot swoghyne of the flode ; 120
At the laste, he sayde, " full wa es mee! Almaste I dye, for fawte of fude."
Scho lede hym. in till a faire herbere, Whare frwte was * growyng in gret plentee;' Pers and appill, bothe rype thay were, 125 The date, and als the damasee;
The fygge, and als so the wyne-berye; The nyghtyngales lyggande on thair neste; The papeioyes faste abowte gan flye; And throstylls sange, wolde hafe no reste. uo
He pressede to pulle frowte with his hande, Als man for fude that was nere faynt; Scho sayd, " Thomas, thu late tham stande, Or ells the fende the will atteynt.
"If thu it plokk, sothely to say, 135
Thi saule gose to the fyre of helle ; It comes neuer owte or Domesdaye, Bot ther in payne ay for to duelle. |
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