And a-geyn) his sonne he yede
And said: ‘Welcom) ye be!’
‘Fader,’ he said, ‘god you saue!
A knave child ffound I haue,
Loke, that it be dere to the! [1980]
Frome a greffon) he was refte, [2081]
Of what lond that he is lefte,
Of gentill̴ blood was he:
Thou hast none heyre, thy lond to take,
For Iesu love thy sonne hym) make, [1985]