{and} clarisse seyde anonriȝht, “Sire, he haueþ i waked al niȝht, {and} iwaked {and} iloked, {and} irad on hire boke, {and} ibede to god hire orison, Þ{a}t ȝeue þe his beniscun, {and} god þe holde longe aliue. {and} nou þat mayde slepeþ so suiþe, Heo slepeþ so faste, þ{a}t mayde suete, Þat heo ne may nouȝt come ȝete.” [_No gap in MS._] “Certes,” seide þe kyng~, “Now is she a swete þing~: Wel auȝt me ȝerne her to wyf~, Þat so preyeth for my lyf~.” 868 “Is þ{a}t soþ?” sede he. 584 Heo sede, “ȝe, sire, withute lesing.” “Heo is,” he sede, “a suete þing; Wel aȝte ihc willen hire to wif, Þ{a}t so ȝerne biddeþ mi lif.” 588 {and} þo bi spak him þe king Iwis heo is a swete þing. Wel auȝhte ich wilny habbe hire to wiue So ȝerne heo bit for mine liue. [Headnote: _The ‘Admiral’ doubts Claris’s second story._] [Sidenote: The following morning Claris again calls Blauncheflur in vain to go with her.] Anoþ{er} day Clarys erly Aryst; Þ{a}t Blauncheflo{ur} wełł wyst, [_No gap in MS._] And seide, “y com{e} anoon~,” When Clarys her clepe bygan~, 872 And fel in a slepe newe. Sone after it made hem to rewe: Amoreȝe, þo Clariz arist, Blau{n}cheflur heo atwist Þ{a}t he makede so longe dem{ur}e. “Aris,” heo sede, “{and} go we ifere.” 592 Q{ua}þ blau{n}cheflur, “ich come anon.” Ac floriz cleppe{n} hire bigon, And he him also vnwise And feolle aslepe one þis wise. 596 Clarisse a noþer day arist, {and} haueþ blancheflur at wist Þat heo haueþ so longe de mere, “Aris vp nou {and} g[on]e ifere.” Þer heo seyde ich come anon . . . floyres hire . . . . Abode þe children ase don wise. Vell aslepe on þisse wise On þisse wise hey . . . . . Sone þer . . . . . . . . Clarys to þe Pyler cam~; A basyn~ of gold~ in hond she nam~, 876 And Cleped after Blaunchefloure To wende w{i}t{h} hur in to þe Toure. Þo Clarice to þe piler com, And þe bacin of golde nom, To bere wiþ into þe Tur, Heo lokede aft{er} blau{n}cheflur. 600 Clarise to þe piler wende anon A basin of gold þer heo nom, {and} haueþ ycleped [blanchef]lur To wende . . . . . . . Heo ne . . uerede ȝe ne . . Þo wende clarisse þ{a}t heo were ago. [Sidenote: The Admiral again inquires for Blauncheflur, and not content with Claris’s story,] Þe Amyral asked after Blauncheflo{ur}, [_No gap in MS._] “What! is she not com{e} ȝet? 880 Now she me douteþ al to lyte.”