“Sir, we shul oure soon{e} Florys Sende into þe londe of Mountargis. Blythe wyl my suster be Þat is lady of~ þat Contree. 68 And when she woot for whoom~ Þ{a}t we have sent him vs froom~, She wyl doo al hur myȝt, Boþ by day and by nyȝt, 72 To make hur loue so vndoo As it had neu{er} ben soo. And, s{ir},” she seide, “y rede eke Þat þe maydens moder make hur seek~. 76 Þat may be þat other resoun~ For þat ylk~ enchesou{n}, Þat she may not fro hur moder goo.” Now ben þese Children swyþ woo, 80 [Sidenote: [99 _a_]] Now þey may not goo in fere Drewryer þinges neu{er} noon{e} were. Florys wept byfore þe kyng~, And seide, “S{ir}, w{i}t{h}-out lesyng~, 84 For my harme out ȝe me sende, Now she ne myȝt w{i}t{h} me wende. Now we ne mot to-geder goo, Al my wele is turned to woo.” 88 Þe king~ seide to his soon{e} aplyȝt, “Sone, w{i}t{h}ynne þis fourtenyȝt, Be her moder quykke or deed{e},” “Sekerly,” he him seide, 92 “Þat mayde shal com{e} þe too.” [Sidenote: Floris is sent to his aunt at Mountargis, with the promise that Blauncheflur shall follow within fourteen days.] “Ȝe, s{ir},” he seid, “y p{ra}y ȝow it be soo. Ȝif þat ȝe me hur sende, I rekke neu{er} wheder y wende.” 96 Þat þe Child~ g{ra}unted þe kyng~ was fayn{e}, And him betauȝt his Chamburlayn{e}. W{i}t{h} muche honoure þey þeder coom{e}, As fel to a ryche kynges soon{e}. 100 Wel feire him receyuyd þe Duke Orgas, Þat king~ of þ{a}t Castel was, And his Aunt wiþ muche hono{u}r; But euer he þouȝt on Blanchefloure. 104 Glad and blythe þey ben him withe; But for no ioy þ{a}t he seith, Ne myȝt him glade game ne gle, For he myȝt not his lyf~ see. 108 His Aunt set him to lore Þere as other Children wore, Boþ maydons and grom{e}; To lerne mony þeder coom{e}. 112 Inowȝ he sykes, but noȝt he lernes; For Blauncheflo{ur} eu{er} he mornes. Yf~ enyman to him speke Loue is on his hert steke. 116 Loue is at his hert roote Þ{a}t no þing~ is so soote: Galyngale ne lycorys [Sidenote: [99 _b_]] Is not so soote as hur loue is, 120 Ne nothing~ ne non{e} other. So much he þenkeþ on Blancheflo{ur}, Of~ oo day him þynkeþ þre, For he ne may his loue see. 124 [Headnote: _The King proposes to put Blauncheflur to death._] [Sidenote: He grieves until the fourteen days are past.] Þus he abydeth w{i}t{h} muche woo Tyl þe fourtenyȝt were goo. When he saw she was nouȝt ycoom{e}, So muche sorow he haþ noom{e}, 128 Þ{a}t he loueth mete ne drynke, Ne may noon{e} in his body synke.