And þ{a}t he scholde nime{n} his red. Þa{n}ne seide þe Admiral, “If þu dost bi mi consail, 800 Bilef wiþ me; ne wend naȝt hom, Ihc wulle ȝeue þe a kinedom Also long {and} also brod, Also eure ȝet þi fader ibod.” 804 [Sidenote: Floris makes rich presents in parting,] Hom{e} he went w{i}t{h} royal array, And was crownyd w{i}t{h}-in a short day. (_Follows. _The batełł of Troye_, sithe þ{a}t god þis world~ wrouȝt~ Heuen and erthe made of~ nouȝt~ leaves 111-134. Then _Amys and Amylion_, leaves 134-147. MS. ends with one leaf of _Sir Eglamour_._) Ac floriz nolde for no wi{n}ne; Leu{er}e hi{m} were wiþ his ki{n}ne. Þe Admiral he bid god day, And þo{n}kede Clariz þ{a}t faire may, 808 And to hire he haþ iȝolde Twenti pond of ride golde. And to Daris þ{a}t hi{m} so taȝte, Twenti pund he araȝte. 812 And alle þ{a}t for him dude{n} eidel, He ȝeld here while suþe wel. [Headnote: _Floris and Blauncheflur depart for their native land._] [Sidenote: and comes home, where he and Blauncheflur reign as king and queen.] He bitaȝte he{m} alle godalmiȝte And com hom whane he miȝte. 816 He was king wiþ Muchel hon{ur}, And heo his quene blau{n}cheflur. Nu ȝe habbeþ iherd þane ende Of floriz {and} his le{m}man hende, 820 Hu aft{er} bale comeþ bote; God leue þ{a}t vs so mote, Þ{a}t we him mote louie so, Þ{a}t we mote to heuene go.   AMEN. 824 E-X-PLI-C-IT. ¶ ASSUMPCIOUN DE N{OT}RE DAME _Cambr. Univ. MS. Gg. 4. 27. 2._ ++MErie tale telle ihc þis day Of sei{n}te Marye þ{a}t swete may. Al is þe tale {and} þis lescoun Of hire swete asso{m}pcioun, 4 Hu heo was fram erþe ynome In to blisse wiþ hire sone. Þe kyng of heuene hem blessi Þ{a}t þis listneþ {and} wel herkni. 8 Alle moten hi iblessed beo, Þat vnderstonde wel þis gleo. HIC INCIPIT ASSUMPC{I}O B{EA}TE MARIE _Brit. Mus. Add. MS. 10,036, lf. 62._ ++IN honorance of ih{es}u cryst Sitteþ stille {and} haueþ lyst; And ȝif ȝe wille to me here, Off oure ladi ȝe mai lere, 4 Floure of heuene, ladi {and} quene, As sche auȝt wel to bene, To wham au{n}geles dou{n} here myȝt To serue hure boþe day {and} nyȝt. 8 P{ar} auent{ur}e ȝe haue noȝt iherde How oure ladi went out of þ{i}s werde: Sitteþ stille {and} herkeneþ to me; Now ih{es}u cryst oure helpe be! 12 ¶ Whan ih{es}u c{ri}st was don on rode, {And} þolede deþ for vre gode, 12 He clepede to hym sei{n}t Iohan Þ{a}t was his oȝe qenes man, {And} his oȝene moder also; Ne clepede he hym fere{n} no mo. 16