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Then she takes her leave.
Thenne lachche3 ho hir leue, & leue3 hym þere,
For more myrþe of þat mon mo3t ho not gete;
When ho1 wat3 gon, sir G. gere3 hym sone,
Rises, & riches hym in araye noble,
Lays vp þe luf-lace, þe lady hym ra3t,
Hid hit ful holdely, þer he hit eft fonde;
Syþen cheuely to þe chapel choses he þe waye,
Preuely aproched to a prest, & prayed hym þere
Þat he wolde lyfte2 his lyf, & lern hym better,
How his sawle schulde be saued, when he schuld seye heþen.
Þere he schrof hym schyrly, & schewed his mysdede3,
Of þe more & þe mynne, & merci beseche3,
& of absolucioun he on þe segge calles;
& he asoyled hym surely, & sette hym so clene,
As dome3-day schulde haf ben di3t on þe morn.
& syþen he mace hym as mery among þe fre ladyes,
With comlych caroles, & alle kynnes ioye,
As neuer he did bot þat daye, to þe derk ny3t,
with blys;
Vche mon hade daynte þare,
Of hym, & sayde Iwysse,
Þus myry he wat3 neuer are,
Syn he com hider, er þis.
1 he, in MS. 2 lyste (?).