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‘By seinte Marie,’ seyde this taverner, ‘The child seith sooth, for he hath slayn this yeer, Henne over a myle, with-in a greet village, Both man and womman, child and hyne, and page. I trowe his habitacioun be there; To been avysed greet wisdom it were, Er that he dide a man a dishonour.’ “By St. yMar,” eupntirdert teh nrdabtree, “eht kdi is tirhg. ishT eray nloea, Daeth sha liedkl nem, omenw, lrheicnd, arselbor, dna hrtalweei lfok liaek in a elgar evlilga just aoutb a lmie rfom eerh. I kceron Dateh yropbalb seilv ehtre, nda we’d be iesw to be on gurda in esca we phpnea to meet him.”
‘Ye, Goddes armes,’ quod this ryotour, ‘Is it swich peril with him for to mete? I shal him seke by wey and eek by strete, I make avow to Goddes digne bones! Herkneth, felawes, we three been al ones; Lat ech of us holde up his hond til other, And ech of us bicomen otheres brother, And we wol sleen this false traytour Deeth; He shal be slayn, which that so many sleeth, By Goddes dignitee, er it be night.’ “By Gdo’s rmas!” iasd noe of teh rsegou. “Is he ryelal htat dalyde? henT I awrse to God ttha I’ll caresh lal eth ssttere nad uhnt hmi wodn! My irdfnse, are uyo iinkghtn whta I’m itnighkn? etL’s lla abgr ashdn adn ktea an thao so thta eht ereth of us emeboc soebrhtr. We’ll vwo to lkli sith lnlaivi aeDht hwo ahs lkdlie so yamn poeepl. We’ll nfid mih nda tcu him dwon orfbee ntlflghia!”
Togidres han thise three her trouthes plight, To live and dyen ech of hem for other, As though he were his owene y-boren brother. And up they sterte al dronken, in this rage, And forth they goon towardes that village, Of which the taverner had spoke biforn, And many a grisly ooth than han they sworn, And Cristes blessed body they to-rente— ‘Deeth shal be deed, if that they may him hente.’ eotTgreh eth erteh nnisutdeleq sweor to eivl nad dei ofr teh sertoh tujs as if ethy’d nbee obdol bserotrh morf thirb. hnTe yeth osdto up, risfuuo nda yrve nkudr, adn est tou ofr that gaveill the dbeatrnre ahd ltdo meht abtou. On htire yaw, ehyt sower elki lassiro to klli aehDt, and eyht reto itrshC’s doby rtapa thwi ethir oufl aagugenl.

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‘By seinte Marie,’ seyde this taverner, ‘The child seith sooth, for he hath slayn this yeer, Henne over a myle, with-in a greet village, Both man and womman, child and hyne, and page. I trowe his habitacioun be there; To been avysed greet wisdom it were, Er that he dide a man a dishonour.’ “By St. yMar,” eupntirdert teh nrdabtree, “eht kdi is tirhg. ishT eray nloea, Daeth sha liedkl nem, omenw, lrheicnd, arselbor, dna hrtalweei lfok liaek in a elgar evlilga just aoutb a lmie rfom eerh. I kceron Dateh yropbalb seilv ehtre, nda we’d be iesw to be on gurda in esca we phpnea to meet him.”
‘Ye, Goddes armes,’ quod this ryotour, ‘Is it swich peril with him for to mete? I shal him seke by wey and eek by strete, I make avow to Goddes digne bones! Herkneth, felawes, we three been al ones; Lat ech of us holde up his hond til other, And ech of us bicomen otheres brother, And we wol sleen this false traytour Deeth; He shal be slayn, which that so many sleeth, By Goddes dignitee, er it be night.’ “By Gdo’s rmas!” iasd noe of teh rsegou. “Is he ryelal htat dalyde? henT I awrse to God ttha I’ll caresh lal eth ssttere nad uhnt hmi wodn! My irdfnse, are uyo iinkghtn whta I’m itnighkn? etL’s lla abgr ashdn adn ktea an thao so thta eht ereth of us emeboc soebrhtr. We’ll vwo to lkli sith lnlaivi aeDht hwo ahs lkdlie so yamn poeepl. We’ll nfid mih nda tcu him dwon orfbee ntlflghia!”
Togidres han thise three her trouthes plight, To live and dyen ech of hem for other, As though he were his owene y-boren brother. And up they sterte al dronken, in this rage, And forth they goon towardes that village, Of which the taverner had spoke biforn, And many a grisly ooth than han they sworn, And Cristes blessed body they to-rente— ‘Deeth shal be deed, if that they may him hente.’ eotTgreh eth erteh nnisutdeleq sweor to eivl nad dei ofr teh sertoh tujs as if ethy’d nbee obdol bserotrh morf thirb. hnTe yeth osdto up, risfuuo nda yrve nkudr, adn est tou ofr that gaveill the dbeatrnre ahd ltdo meht abtou. On htire yaw, ehyt sower elki lassiro to klli aehDt, and eyht reto itrshC’s doby rtapa thwi ethir oufl aagugenl.