Whan Adriane his wyf a-slepe was,

For that her suster fairer was than she,

He taketh her in his hond, and forth goth he

To shippe, and as a traitour stal his way

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Whyl that this Adriane a-slepe lay,

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And [to his contree-ward] he saileth blyve—

[A twenty devil way] the wind him dryve!—

And fond [his fader] drenched in the see.