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A LYTELL CESTE OF JIOBYN HODE. 53
An okerer, or elles a lechoure," sayd Eobyn, " With wronge hast thou lede thy lyfe."
" I am none of them," sayd the knyght, isb
" By god that made me ; An hondreth wynter here before,
Myne aunsetters knyghtes have be.
" But ofte it hath befal, Robyn,
A man hath be dysgrate ; iao
But god that syteth in heven above
May amend his state.
" Within two or thre yere, Eobyn," he sayd,
" My neyghbores well it kende, Foure hondreth pounde of good money isb
Full wel than myghte I spende.
" Now have I no good," sayd the knyght, " But my chyldren and my wyfe;
God hath shapen such an ende,
Tyll god may amende my lyfe." 200
" In what maner," sayd Eobyn,
" Hast thou lore thy riches ? " " For my grete foly," he sayd,
" And for my kindenesse.
193, two yere, E. 194, knowe, OCC. 200, it may amende, OCC.