CHANSON CXXIII

For the reward of hall a yere Tow tvewe louys upon the brest Hyt ys y now to brynge yn rest

A hert that love hold in dangere.

Whene he hath be serve wat strangere

To hyra ys holyday and lest.

For the reward of half a yere. etc.

Thousehes hyt be a juel fui dere And a charme for the tempest Yet y conseille hym to be prest And fore ayens the YYarderere.

For the reward of half a yere, etc.

CHANSON CXXIY.

Alas mercy wher shal myn hert yow fyocî Never had he wyth yow fui aqwaintans Now corn to hym and put of hys grevais Ellys ye be unto yowr frend unkynd.

Mercy, he hath ewer yow in hys mynd Ons let bave liave sum confort of plesans Alas mercy wber shal myn hert yow fynd, etc.

Let hym not dey but mak at ons a vende In al hys woo an Riglit hevy penans Noght is the help that whyl not hym avans Slauth hys to me and ever com behynde Alas mercy wher shal myn hert yow fynd.