Of~ þ{a}t lepe he stert y-wys: [Sidenote: [108 _a_]] Wel sone Blauncheflo{ur} chaunged hewe; Ayther of~ hem other knewe: 804 W{i}t{h}oute speche togeder þey lepe, And klippt~ and kyst~ wonder swete. Vt of þe cupe he lep anon, {And} to blau{n}cheflur he gan gon. 508 Eiþ{er} oþ{er} sone ikneu; Boþe nuþe hi chau{n}geþ heu. To gadere wiþute word hi lepen, Klepte {and} keste {and} eke weopen 512 Here kessinge ileste a mile; And þ{a}t he{m} þuȝte litel while. [Headnote: _Joyful reunion of the lovers._] [Sidenote: Claris asks Blauncheflur if she knows this flower.] Clarys beheld~ al this, Her countenaunce and her blysse, 808 And seide þen to Blaunchefloure, “Felow, knowist þ{o}u auȝt þis flo{ur}? [_No gap in MS._] She shul konne ful muche of~ Art Þat þ{o}u woldest þ{er}of~ geue part~.” 812 Clarice biheold al þis, Here cu{n}tenau{n}ce {and} here blis. 516 Seide Clarice to blau{n}cheflur, “Knowestu oȝt ȝete þis flur? A litel er þu noldest hit se; Nu ne miȝte hit lete fram þe. 520 He moste ku{n}ne muchel of art Þ{a}t þu woldest ȝeue þ{er} of part.” “Certes,” q{ua}þ blau{n}cheflur to Clariz, “Þis is min oȝene suete floriz.” 524 [_MS. lf. 8: Fr. p. 32, l. 522._] . . . . wel muchel of art . . woldest ȝeue þer of eny part. . . . . de blancheflur to clarise . . . min owene leue floyres [Sidenote: Both beg Claris not to betray them.] Now Blauncheflo{ur} and Florys, Boþ þese swete þinges ywys, Cryen her m{er}cy, al wepyng~, Þat she ne wrey hem to þe king~. 816 Nu boþe tuo, þes suete þinges, Crieþ hire m{er}ci, al wepinge, To þe Admiral þ{a}t hem ne wreie, For þe{n}ne were here soreȝe niwe. 528 . . . . þis ilke swete þinges . . . . clarisse merci . . Vnto þe amyrayl noȝt ne wreye . . . . . . scholden deȝe [Sidenote: Claris promises silence.] [_No gap in MS._] “Ne douȝt no more of~ me in alle, Þan it were myself~ byfalle. Wete ȝe wel weturly, Heele y wyl ȝoure drury.” 820 Clarice hadde of hem pite; “Noþing,” heo sede, “ne dute ȝe, Ne dute ȝe na{m}more wiþ alle, Þ{a}t hit were to me bifalle. 532 Hele ihc wulle {and} noþing wreie, Ower beire cu{m}paignie.” . . . . . namore mid alle . . . hit were to me by falle . . . . . wel wytterli . . . . . beyre drewori To a bedde þey ben brouȝt, Þat is of palle and of~ sylke wrouȝt; And þ{er}e þey sette hem doun~ And drouȝ hem self~ al a room~: 824