Þ{er} hi wolde{n} he{m} self alonde, For hi fu{n}de{n} he{m} so hende, To þe lond þ{er} his le{m}ma{n} is; Hi{m} þuȝte he was i{n} p{ar}ais. 76 Sone to Florys tydyng men tolde Þ{a}t þe Amyral wold~ Fest holde; His Erls, Barons, comyn~ sholde, And al þ{a}t wold~ of him lond holde, 436 For to herkyn~ his hest And for to honoure his Feest. Ano{n} me hi{m} tiþi{n}ge tolde Þ{a}t þe admiral wolde feste h[olde]. Erles, baruns þ{er} come sch[olde], And þat wolden of hi{m} h[olde]. 80 Glad was Florys of þ{a}t tydyng~; He hoped to com{e} to þ{a}t gestyng~, 440 Ȝif~ he myȝt, in þ{a}t halle, His le{m}man see among hem alle. Bliþe was floriz of þe tiþinge; He hopede come to þ{a}t gesni{n}ge. Wel he hopede among he{m} alle His le{m}ma{n} sen in þe halle. 84 [Sidenote: [103 _b_]] ++nOW to þ{a}t Citee Florys is com{e}; Feire he hath his ynne y-noom{e} 444 At a palaise; was non{e} it lyche; Þe lord of þ{a}t ynne was fulle ryche; He hadde ben ferre and wyde. To a riche Cite hi buþ icume; Vaire hi habbeþ here i{n} inome, At one paleis suþe riche; Þe lord of þ{er} i{n}ne nas no{n} his liche. 88 Him feol gold inoȝ to honde, Boþe in water {and} in londe. [Sidenote: At the inn there is good cheer, and Floris enters into conversation with the host.] Þe Childe he set next his syde, 448 In al þe feirest seete. Alle þey dronken and ete, Al þat þ{er}ynne were, Al þey made good chere, 452 Þey ete and dronke echoon~ w{i}t{h} other; But Florys þouȝt al another, Ete ne drynke he myȝt noȝt, On Blauncheflo{ur} was al his þouȝt. 456 He hadde ilad his lif ful wide; Þis child he sette next his side. 92 Glad {and} bliþe hi weren alle, So fele so were in þe halle. [_No gap in MS._] Ac floriz net ne dronk noȝt; Of blau{n}cheflur was al his þoȝt. 96 Þan spake þe Burgays Þat was hende and Curtays: “Ow, child~, me þynkeþ welle Þ{a}t muche þ{o}u þynkest on my catell{e}.” 460 “Nay, s{ir}, on Catel þenke y nouȝt,” (On Blauncheflo{ur} was al his þouȝt,) “But y þynke on al wyse For to fynde my marchaundise; 464 And ȝit it is þe most woo, When y it fynd, y shal it forgoo.” Þe lord of þ{er}inne vnderȝat Þ{a}t þis child m{ur}ninge sat. “Floriz,” he sede, “what mai þe beo, Þus m{ur}ni{n}ge þ{a}t ihc þe seo? 100