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‘Welcom,’ he said,’ Desonell̴,

By a tokyn⁾ I shall̴ the tell̴: 2060

Onys a stede I the sent. [2161]

Lady gent, ffeyre and ffree,

To the shold I haue wedid be,

My love was on⁾ the lent.’

Knyghtis and squiers, that there were, 2065

They horsid the lady there,

She is taken to Nazareth,

And to the Cite they went.

The quene was curtes of that lond

and welcomd by the Queen,

And toke the lady be the hond

And said: ‘Welcom, my lady gent! 2070