To Blaunchefloures Chamber þey shuld{e} tee; Þey ȝede to anoþ{er}, and let þ{a}t be: Þey shuld haue gon{e} to Blauncheflo{ur}, And ȝede to swete Clarys boure, 748 To þe chau{m}bre þ{er} hi scholde go, Ne ȝeden hi ariȝt no. 444 To anoþ{er} chau{m}bre hi beoþ agon, To blau{n}cheflures chau{m}bre no{n}. [Sidenote: Floris mistakes another maiden for Blauncheflur and leaps forth.] And cursed him so fele brouȝt to honde; Þey ȝede hoom~, and lete hem stonde. Clarys to þe lepe com{e} wolde, Þe Flores to hondel and to be-holde; 752 Florys wende it hadde be his swete wyȝt; Of~ þe lepe he stert vpryȝt; Þe cupe hi sette to þe grunde, And goþ forþ {and} leteȝ hire stonde. 448 O maiden com {and} wolde Þe flures handlen {and} biholde. Floriz we{n}de hit were his swete wiȝt; Vt of þe cupe he lep ariȝt; 452 [Sidenote: The maiden cries out.] And þe mayde, al for drede, Bygan to shrell{e} and to grede. 756 And þ{a}t maide, for þe drede, Bigan to crie {and} to grede. [Sidenote: Floris covers himself again.] When he sawȝ it was not shee, In-to þe lepe aȝen~ stert he, And held~ him betrayde clene; Of~ his lyf~ tolde he not a beene. 760 Þo nuste floriz what to rede, For þe ferlich þ{a}t he hadde. 456 Into þe cupe he sterte aȝen, And wiþ þe flures he hudde him. Þis maide þoȝte anon riȝt Þ{a}t hit was floriz, þ{a}t suete wiȝt, 460 For here chau{m}bres niȝ were; Selde was þ{a}t hi togadere nere; And ofte blau{n}cheflur hire hadde itold Hu heo was fram him isold. 464 [Headnote: _Claris discovers Floris._] Þ{er} com{e} maydons, and to Clarys lepe by ten, by twelf~, on an heepe [Sidenote: [107 _b_]] And þey asked what hur were, And why she made suche a bere. 764 Clarys byþouȝt hur anoon{e}ryȝt Þ{a}t hit was Blauncheflo{ur} þe white, Nu Maidenes comeþ in to hire lepe, Wei fiftene in on hepe, And axede hire what hire were, And whi heo makede suche bere. 468 Wel heo was biþoȝt {and} whare, To finde{n} he{m} ansuare. [Sidenote: The maiden conceals the fact by a clever story.] And gaue þe Maydons answere anoon~, Þat to her Chamber were goon~, 768 Þat to þe lepe com{e} she wold{e}, Þe Flowres to hondel and to beholde; “And, or y it ere wyst, An Ott{er} fleyȝ a-geynst my brest: 772 I was so soore a-drad þan, Þ{a}t y loude crye can.” Þe Maydons þ{er}of~ hadden glee, And turned hem, and lete hur be. 776