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Many a cliff he climbed over;
Mony klyf he ouer-clambe in contraye3 straunge,
Fer floten fro his frende3 fremedly he ryde3;
At vche warþe oþer water þer þe wy3e passed,
He fonde a foo hym byfore, bot ferly hit were,
& þat so foule & so felle, þat fe3t hym by-hode;
So mony meruayl hi mount þer þe mon fynde3,
Hit were to tore for to telle of þe tenþe dole.
Sumwhyle wyth worme3 he werre3, & with wolues als,