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Lord that is off myghtys most	A
Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost	A
Bryng us out of synne	B
And lene us grace so for to wyrke	C
To love bothe God and Holy Kyrke	C
That we may hevene wynne	B
Lystnes lordyngys that ben hende	A
Of falsnesse hou it wil ende	A
A man that ledes hym therin	B
Of foure weddyd bretheryn I wole yow tell	D
That wolden yn Yngelond go dwel	D
That sybbe were nought of kyn	B
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And all foure messangeres they were	E
That wolden yn Yngelond lettrys bere	F
As it wes here kynde	A
By a forest gan they mete	A
With a cros stood in a strete	A
Be leff undyr a lynde	A
And as the story telles me	G
Ylke man was of dyvers cuntrie	F
In book iwreten we fynde	A
For love of here metyng thare	F
They swoor hem weddyd bretheryn for evermare	F
In trewthe trewely dede hem bynde	A
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The eldeste of hem ylkon	B
He was hyght Athelston	B
The kyngys cosyn dere	F
He was of the kyngys blood	A
Hys eemes sone I undyrstood	A
Therefore he neyghyd hym nere	F
And at the laste weel and fayr	F
The kyng him dyyd withouten ayr	F
Thenne was ther non hys pere	F
But Athelston hys eemes sone	B
To make hym kyng wolde they nought schone	B
To corowne hym with gold so clere	F
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Now was he kyng semely to se	H
He sendes afftyr his bretheryn thre	F
And gaff hem here warysoun	B
The eldest brothir he made Eerl of Dovere	F
And thus the pore man gan covere	F
Lord of tour and toun	B
That other brother he made Eerl of Stane	B
Egelond was hys name	I
A man of gret renoun	B
And gaff him tyl hys weddyd wyff	J
Hys owne sustyr Dame Edyff	J
With gret devocyoun	B
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The ferthe brothir was a clerk	C
Mekyl he cowde of Goddys werk	C
Hys name it was Alryke	C
Cauntyrbury was vacant	A
And fel into that kyngys hand	A
He gaff it hym that wyke	C
And made hym bysschop of that stede	A
That noble clerk on book cowde rede	A
In the world was non hym lyche	K
Thus avaunsyd he hys brother thorwgh Goddys gras	L
And Athelston hymselven was	M
A good kyng and a ryche	K
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And he that was Eerl of Stane	B
Sere Egeland was hys name	I
Was trewe as ye schal here	F
Thorwgh the myght off Goddys gras	L
He gat upon the countas	L
Twoo knave chyldren dere	F
That on was fyfftene wyntyr old	A
That other thryttene as men me told	A
In the world was non here pere	F
Also whyt so lylye flour	F
Red as rose off here colour	F
As bryght as blosme on brere	F
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Bothe the Eerl and hys wyff	J
The kyng hem lovede as hys lyff	J
And here sones twoo	N
And offtensythe he gan hem calle	D
Bothe to boure and to halle	D
To counsayl whenne they scholde goo	C
Therat Sere Wymound hadde gret envye	O
That Eerle of Dovere wyttyrlye	O
In herte he was ful woo	C
He thoughte al for here sake	C
False lesyngys on hem to make	C
To don hem brenne and sloo	D
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And thanne Sere Wymound hym bethoughte	A
'Here love thus endure may noughte	A
Thorwgh wurd oure werk may sprynge '	-
He bad hys men maken hem yare	F
Unto Londone wolde he fare	F
To speke with the kynge	P
Whenne that he to Londone come	Q
He mette with the kyng ful sone	B
He sayde 'Welcome my derelyng '	-
The kyng hym fraynyd seone anon	B
By what way he hadde igon	B
Withouten ony dwellyng	C
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'Come thou ought by Cauntyrbury	F
There the clerkys syngen mery	F
Bothe erly and late	A
Hou faryth that noble clerk	C
That mekyl can on Goddys werk	C
Knowest thou ought hys state	A
And come thou ought be the Eerl of Stane	B
That wurthy lord in hys wane	B
Wente thou ought that gate	A
Hou fares that noble knyght	A
And hys sones fayr and bryght	A
My sustyr yiff that thou wate '	-
	-
'Sere ' thanne he sayde 'withouten les	L
Be Cauntyrbery my way I ches	L
There spak I with that dere	F
Ryght weel gretes thee that noble clerk	C
That mykyl can of Goddys werk	C
In the world is non hys pere	F
And also be Stane my way I drowgh	J
With Egelond I spak inowgh	J
And with the countesse so clere	F
They fare weel is nought to layne	B
And bothe here sones ' The king was fayne	B
And in his herte made glad chere	F
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'Sere kyng ' he saide 'yiff it be thi wille	D
To chaumbyr that thou woldest wenden tylle	D
Consayl for to here	F
I schal thee telle a swete tydande	A
There comen nevere non swyche in this lande	A
Of all this hundryd yere '	-
The kyngys herte than was ful woo	C
With that traytour for to goo	C
They wente bothe forth in fere	F
And whenne that they were the chaumbyr withinne	B
False lesyngys he gan begynne	B
On hys weddyd brother dere	F
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'Sere kyng ' he saide 'woo were me	G
Ded that I scholde see thee	G
So moot I have my lyff	J
For by Hym that al this worl wan	B
Thou has makyd me a man	B
And iholpe me for to thryff	J
For in thy land sere is a fals traytour	F
He wole doo thee mykyl dyshonour	F
And brynge thee of lyve	J
He wole deposen thee slyly	G
Sodaynly than schalt thou dy	A
By Chrystys woundys fyve '	-
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Thenne sayde the kyng 'So moot thou the	R
Knowe I that man and I hym see	G
His name thou me telle '	-
'Nay ' says that traytour 'that wole I nought	A
For al the gold that evere was wrought	A
Be masse book and belle	D
But yiff thou me thy trowthe will plyght	A
That thou schalt nevere bewreye the knyght	A
That thee the tale schal telle '	-
Thanne the kyng his hand up raughte	A
That false man his trowthe betaughte	A
He was a devyl of helle	D
	-
'Sere kyng ' he sayde 'thou madyst me knyght	A
And now thou hast thy trowthe me plyght	A
Oure counsayl for to layne	B
Sertaynly it is non othir	F
But Egelane thy weddyd brothir	F
He wolde that thou were slayne	B
He dos thy sustyr to undyrstand	A
He wole be kyng of thy lande	A
And thus he begynnes here trayne	B
He wole thee poysoun ryght slyly	G
Sodaynly thanne schalt thou dy	A
By Him that suffryd payne '	-
	-
Thanne swoor the kyng be Cros and Roode	A
'Meete ne drynk schal do me goode	A
Tyl that he be dede	A
Bothe he and hys wyf hys soones twoo	C
Schole they nevere be no moo	C
In Yngelond on that stede '	-
'Nay ' says the traytour 'so moot I the	R
Ded wole I nought my brother se	L
But do thy beste rede '	-
No lengere there then wolde he lende	A
He takes hys leve to Dovere gan wende	A
God geve hym schame and dede	A
	-
Now is that traytour hom iwent	A
A messanger was afftyr sent	A
To speke with the kyng	C
I wene he bar his owne name	I
He was hoten Athelstane	B
He was foundelyng	C
The lettrys were imaad fullyche thare	F
Unto Stane for to fare	F
Withouten ony dwellyng	C
To fette the eerl and his sones twoo	C
And the countasse alsoo	L
Dame Edyve that swete thyng	C
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And in the lettre yit was it tolde	A
That the kyng the eerlys sones wolde	A
Make hem bothe knyght	A
And therto his seel he sette	A
The messanger wolde nought lette	A
The way he rydes ful ryght	A
	-
The messanger the noble man	B
Takes hys hors and forth he wan	B
And hyes a ful good spede	A
The eerl in hys halle he fande	A
He took hym the lettre in his hande	A
Anon he bad hym rede	A
'Sere ' he sayde also swythe	R
'This lettre oughte to make thee blythe	R
Thertoo thou take good hede	A
The kyng wole for the cuntas sake	C
Bothe thy sones knyghtes make	C
To London I rede thee spede	A
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The kyng wole for the cuntas sake	C
Bothe thy sones knyghtes make	C
The blythere thou may be	G
Thy fayre wyff with thee thou bryng	C
And ther be ryght no lettyng	C
That syghte that sche may see '	-
Thenne sayde that eerl with herte mylde	A
'My wyff goth ryght gret with chylde	A
And forthynkes me	G
Sche may nought out of chaumbyr wyn	B
To speke with non ende of here kyn	B
Tyl sche delyveryd be '	-
	-
But into chaumbyr they gunne wende	A
To rede the lettrys before that hende	A
And tydingys tolde here soone	B
Thanne sayde the cuntasse 'So moot I the	R
I wil nought lette tyl I there be	G
Tomorwen or it be noone	B
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To see hem knyghtes my sones fre	F
I wole nought lette tyl I there be	G
I schal no lengere dwelle	D
Cryst foryelde my lord the kyng	C
That has grauntyd hem here dubbyng	C
Myn herte is gladyd welle '	-
	-
The eerl hys men bad make hem yare	F
He and hys wyff forth gunne they fare	F
To London faste they wente	A
At Westemynstyr was the kyngys wone	B
There they mette with Athelstone	B
That afftyr hem hadde sente	A
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The goode eerl	D