Þat þou louest also þi lif.
And haue þou of hire no drede,
Shal hire no man shame bede.
Bi þe fey that y owe to þe,
Þerof shal i me serf-borw be.”
UBBE TAKES A GREAT FANCY TO HAVELOK.
Hauelok herde þat he bad,
And thow was he ful sore drad,
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With him to ete, for hise wif;