[_No gap in MS._] “To þe cupe,” heo sede, “ihc com {and} wolde Þis flures handlen {and} biholde, 472 Þer fliste vt a but{er}fliȝe, Are ihc wiste, on min iȝe. So sore ihc was offerd of þan, Þ{a}t ihc crie bigan.” 476 Þis oþ{er}e loȝen {and} hadde gleo, And goþ aȝen {and} leteþ beo. [Sidenote: Claris bids Blauncheflur come see a ‘well fair flower.’] As sone as þe maydons were gon~, To Blauncheflo{ur} she ȝede anoon~, And seide boldly to Blauncheflo{ur}, “Felow, com{e} and see a feire Flo{ur}! 780 Suche a flo{ur} þe shal wel lyke, Haue þ{o}u it sene a lyte.” ++CLarice hatte þ{a}t maide hende: To blau{n}cheflures chau{m}bre heo ga{n} we{n}de, 480 And sede, “suete blau{n}cheflur, Wiltu seo a wel fair flur? Hit ne greu noȝt on þis londe, Þat flur þ{a}t ihc bringe þe to honde.” 484 [Sidenote: Blauncheflur bids Claris depart, and reproaches Floris for his inconstancy.] “Awey, Clarys!” q{uo}d Blauncheflo{ur}; “To scorne me, it is none honoure. 784 [_No gap in MS._] I here, Clarys, w{i}t{h}out gabbe, Þat þe Amyral wyl me to wyf~ habbe; “Away, Clariz,” quaþ blancheflur; “Ho þ{a}t luueþ p{ar} amur And haþ þ{er} of ioye, mai luue flures; Ac ic libbe in soreȝe in þis tures, 488 For ihc wene bithute gabbe, Þ{a}t þe Admiral me wule habbe. But þ{a}t day shal neuer be, Þ{a}t he shal eu{er} haue me, 788 Þ{a}t y shal be of~ loue so vntrewe, Ne chaunge my loue for no newe; For no loue, ne for noon~ aye, Forsake Florys in his Contraye. 792 Now y shal swete Florys mysse, Ne shal noon~ other of me haue blysse.” Ac þilke day ne schal neure be; Ne schal me neure at-wite me, 492 Þ{a}t ihc beo of luue vntrewe, Ne chau{n}ge luue for no newe, Ne lete þe olde for no newe be, So doþ floriz on his Contre. 496 Ac þeȝ floriz forȝe me, Ne schal ihc neure forȝete þe.” [Headnote: _Claris brings Blauncheflur to Floris._] [Sidenote: Claris further urges Blauncheflur, who at length comes.] Clarys stood and beheld þat rewth, And þe trewnesse of~ hur trewth, 796 And seide, “lady Blaunchefloure, Goo we see þ{a}t ilk~ floure.” Clariz iherde þes ille reuþe, Of trewnesse {and} of trewþe. 500 Þe t{er}res glide of hire lere; “Blau{n}cheflur,” he sede, “go we ifere, Leue suete blau{n}cheflur, Cu{m} {and} se a well fair flur.” 504 To þe lepe þey went both. Ioyful man was Florys þoo, 800 For he had herde al þis. To gedere hi goþ nu iwis, And floriz haþ iherd al þis. [Sidenote: Floris springs forth, and they embrace one another.]