[1288] Bot tak his forton thar for to abyd.
The sun goeth up.
Vp goith the ſon, vp goith the hot morow;
The thoghtful king al the nycht to ſorow,
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That ſauch the day, vpone his feit he ſtart,
Arthur goeth forth.
[1292] And furth he goith, diſtrublit in his hart.
A quhill he walkith in his penſyf goſt,
He hears that a clerk has arrived,