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They had ferly, kyng and knyght, 2035

Whens she come, that lady bryght,

Dwelling here a-lone.

She said to a squier, that there stode:

‘Who is lord of most jentill̴ blood?’

f. 109b.

And he answerid her anon⁾: 2040

‘This ys the lond of Naȝareth, [2141]

She sees the King,

Se, where the kyng gethe,

Of speche he is ffull̴ bone;

All̴ in gold couerid is he.’

‘Gramercy, sir,’ said she, 2045

And nere hym⁾ gan⁾ she gone.