To Flores þen seide she, “Al ful of~ mo{ur}nyng~ y the see. 404 Þ{er} sate þ{er} þis sender day, Blauncheflo{ur}, þ{a}t swete may. Heder was þ{a}t mayde brouȝt W{i}t{h} Marchaundes þ{a}t hur had bouȝt; 408 Heder þey brouȝt þ{a}t mayde swete; Þey wold haue solde hur for byȝete; To Babyloyn{e} þey wyll{e} hur bryng{e}, Boþ of semblant & of~ mornyng{e}.” 412 “Floriz,” heo sede, “what mai þe beo, Þus m{ur}ninge as ich þe seo? 44 Þus her inne þis oþ{er} day Sat blau{n}cheflur, þ{a}t faire may.” Ord {and} ende he haþ him told, Hu blau{n}cheflur was þari{n}ne isold. 48 [_No gap in MS._] “Þu art hire ilich of alle þinge, Boþe of semblau{n}t {and} of m{ur}ni{n}ge, Of fairnesse {and} of muchelhede, Bute þu ert a man {and} heo a maide.” 52 [Sidenote: Floris rejoices at the mention of the name. He gives the hostess a silver cup, etc., and inquires further about Blauncheflur.] When Florys herd speke of~ his le{m}man, Was he neuer so glad a man, And in his hert bygan to lyȝt; Þe Coupe he let fulle anoon~ ryȝt: 416 Þo floriz iherde his le{m}ma{n} ne{m}pne, So blisful him þuȝte þilke steuene, He let fulle a cupe of win. “Dame,” he seide, “þe fessel is þyn{e}, Boþ þe Coupe and þe wyn{e}, Þe wyn{e} and þe gold eke, For þ{o}u of my leman speke: 420 On hur y þouȝt, for hur y syȝt; I ne wyst where I hur fynde myȝt; Wynde ne weder shal me assoyn{e}, Þat y ne shal seche hur in Babyloyn{e}.” 424 “Dame,” he sede, “þis hail is þin, 56 Þ{a}t win {and} þ{a}t gold eke, For þu of mi le{m}ma{n} speke. For hire iþoȝte, for hire isiȝte, For inot wher hire seche miȝte. 60 Hire to seche ihc wille i wende, Þeȝ heo beo at þe wordles ende.” Now Florys resteþ him al a nyȝt. Floriz geȝ to his rest; On blau{n}cheflur he þoȝte mest. 64 Ac rest ne miȝte he nabbe none, Fort þe dide slep hi{m} nome. [Sidenote: Floris sets sail once more.] At morn{e}, when it was day lyȝt, He dide him in-to þe wylde flood~. Wynde and weder w{i}t{h} him stood; 428 Sone so Florys com{e} to londe, Þ{er}e he þanked goddes sonde A moreȝe so sone so hit was day He tok his leue {and} we{n}te his way, 68 And dude him i{n}to þe salte flod; He hadde wind {and} weder ful god. Þe Marin{er} he ȝaf largeliche, Þ{a}t broȝte hi{m} ou{er} bluþeliche. 72 [Headnote: _Floris reaches the land where his Leman is._] [Sidenote: He arrives in the country where his leman is.] To þe londe þ{er} his lyf~ ynne is: Him þouȝt he was in paradyse. 432