Bot it scholde agayne be 3olden,

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If that he were leveande!

VII.

Now than are thay leveande bathe,

Was note the rede knyghte so rathe

Theroff the rede knyghte was blythe,
Whenne he herde of that justynge kythe,
And graythed hym armours ful swythe,
And rode thedir rizte sone:

Bot "wo worthe wykkyde armour !"
Percyvelle may say;

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Bot in the wilde wodde went

With bestez to playe.

XII.

With wilde bestez for to playe,

Scho tuke hir leve and went hir waye,

Bothe at barone and at raye,

And went to the wodde.

Byhynde scho leved boure and haulle;

A maydene scho tuke hir withalle,
That scho my3te appone calle,

Whenne that hir nede stode:

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Other gudez wolde scho nonne nayte;
Bot with hir tuke a tryppe of gayte,

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"What manere of thyng may this bee,

That je nowe hafe takene mee?

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What calle zee this wande?"

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Thanne byspakke the lady,
"Sone," scho sayde, "sekerly

It es a dart doghty;

In the wodde I it fande."

The childe es payed of his parte,

His modir hase gyffene hym that darte,

Therwith made he many marte

In that wodde lande.

XIV.

Thus he welke in the lande

With hys darte in his hande;

Under the wilde wodde wande

He wexe and wele thrafe:

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