Goe presentlye And give him fortye lashes: make hym bleede Soundlye, away with hym! Fue.

Arst he adde at Rome ybe, and, vor ys grete wysdom, The pope Leo hym blessede, tho he thuder com, And the kynges croune of hys lond, that in this lond gut ys: And he led hym to be kyng, ar he kyng were y wys.

Eudon, goe Bydd hym dismounte & as he loves hys life Presentlye come before us.

O doe not make me, sir, be impyous, For shoulde your breathe crushe me to attomyes, Yet whylst my memorye can call hym father I must invocke you for hym.

The Fair Maid of Ribbesdale has a rime-scheme almost identical with that shown by one of Raimbaut d'Aurenga's poems; the description of the lady's beauty recalls many troubadour formulae: the concluding lines He myhte sayen pat crist hym seze, pat myhte nyhtes neh hyre leze, heuene he hevede here. are a troubadour commonplace.

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