Hur to seken y wołł wend{e}, Þauȝ it were to þe worldes ende.” To þe king~ he goþ to take his leue, And his Fader bade him byleue. 332 “Sir, y wyl let for no wynne; Me to bydden it it were grete synne.” Þan seid þe king~, “seth it is soo, Seþ þ{o}u wylt noon{e} other doo, 336 Al þat þe nedeþ we shul þe fynde; Ih{es}u þe of~ care vnbynde.” [Headnote: _Floris equips a company with which to search for Blauncheflur._] [Sidenote: He describes to the king the retinue that he would like.] “Leue Fader,” he seide, “y telle þe Al þ{a}t þ{o}u shalt fynde me. 340 Þ{o}u mast me fynde, at my deuyse, Seuen horses al of~ prys, And twoo y-charged vppon~ þe molde Boþ w{i}t{h} seluer and wyþ golde, 344 And two ycharged w{i}t{h} monay For to spenden by þe way, And þree w{i}t{h} clothes ryche, Þe best of~ al þe kyngryche, 348 Seuen horses and seuyn~ men, And þre knaues w{i}t{h}out hem, And þyn{e} own{e} Chamburlayn{e}, Þat is a wel nobel swayn{e}. 352 He can vs wyssħ and reede, As marchaundes we shułł vs lede.” His Fader was an hynde king~, [Sidenote: The king gives him also the marvellous cup, and an elegantly caparisoned ‘palfray.’] Þe Coupe of golde he dide him bryng~, 356 Þat ilke self~ Coupe of golde Þat was Blauncheflo{ur} for ȝolde. “Haue þis, soon{e},” seide þe king~, “Herew{i}t{h} þ{o}u may þ{a}t swete þing~, 360 [Sidenote: [102 _b_]] “Wynne so may betyde, Blauncheflo{ur} w{i}t{h} þe white syde, Blauncheflo{ur}, þ{a}t faire may.” Þe king let sadel a Palfray, 364 Þe oon{e} half so white so mylke, And þat other reed so sylk~. I ne can telle nouȝt How rychely þat sadel was wrouȝt. 368 Þe Arson~ was of gold{e} fyn{e}, Stones of v{er}tu stode þ{er}yne, Bygon{e} aboute wit orfreys. [Sidenote: The queen gives him a magic ring.] Þe Queene was kynde and curtays, 372 Cast hur toward þe kyng~ And of~ hur fynger she brayde a ryng~: _Cambridge MS. Gg. 4. 27. 2._ Heo tok forþ a wel fair þing, Of hire finger a riche Ryng. “Haue now þis ylke ryng~: While is it þyn{e}, douȝt no þyng~ 376 Of~ fire brennyng~ ne water in þe See; Ne yren~ ne steele shal dere thee.” “Mi sone,” heo sede, “haue þis ring. “Whil he is þin, ne dute noþing, 4 Þ{a}t fur þe bre{n}ne ne adrenche se, Ne ire ne steil ne mai þe sle. And to þi wil þu schalt habbe g{ra}ce, Late {and} rathe in eche place.” 8 [Headnote: _Floris and his company arrive at the haven._] [Sidenote: Floris takes leave and comes to the haven, and lodges at the same house where Blauncheflur had been.]