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Late was the houre whenas the Knight was tould Of tranger guet; Go, bid him welcome here; What eeks he there? quoth he. Perdie, what would You eek? ays to the Boy the meenger. To ee the Knight, quoth he, I but requere. Syr Knight, he cornes to come; the ervant aid. Go, bid him till, quoth he, to welcome cheer: But all contrarywie the faytor made, Till rage enflamd the Boy; and till his rage they fed:

Your brother, quoth the hotee, oon will wate His faire etate; and certes, well I read, He weens to hold your patrimonie fat. Next morne a lawyer beene ybrought with peed, And wie he lookt, and wiely shook his hede. Him now impowrd, the youth with rage yblent Vows never to retourne; then mounts his teed, And leaves the place in fancy hugely hent: All which to Kathrins mind gave wondrous great content.