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150 THE BLUDT SEEK.
Sa eTil wondit was the knycht,
That he behuvit to de. «o
Unlusum was his likame dicht,
His sark was all bludy; In all the warld was thair a wicht
So petyouse for to se !
The lady murnyt, and maid grit mone, «
"With all her mekle micht: " I lufit nevir lufe, bot one,
That dulfully now is dicht! God sen my lyfe wer fra me tone,
Or I had sene yone sicht; ro
Or ellis in begging evir to gone,
Furth with yone curtass knycht!"
He said, " Fair lady, now mone I
De, trestly ye me trow: Tak ye my sark that is bludy, 75
And hing it forrow yow: First think on it, and syne on me,
Quhen men cumis yow to wow." The lady said, " Be Mary fre,
Thairto I mak a wow." so
Quhen that scho lukit to the serk,
Scho thocht on the persoun, And prayit for him with all hir harte,
That lowsd hir of bandoun, Quhair scho was wont to sit full merk, as
In that deip dungeoun; And ever quhill scho wes in quert,
That wass hir a lessoun.