“Wel come, horn,” hye seyde, “So fayr so god þe makede. 428 An heue and amorwe For þe ich habbe sorwe. Haue ich none reste; Slepe me ne liste. 432 Leste me þis sorwe, Lyue hy nawt to morwe. Horn, þou schalt wel swiþe My longe sorwe liþe; 436 “Wel come, horn,” þus sayde rymenild, þ{a}t mayde, 428 “an euen {ant} a morewe for þe ich habbe sorewe, þ{a}t y haue no reste, ne slepe me ne lyste. 432 [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . .] Horn, þou shalt wel swyþe mi longe serewe lyþe; 436 “Horn,” heo sede, “wiþute strif Þu schalt haue me to þi wif. Horn, haue of me rewþe, {And} plist me þi trewþe.” 440 ¶ Horn þo him biþoȝte What he speke miȝte. Þou schalt, wit ute{n} st{r}iue, Habben me to wiue. Horn, haue on me rewþe, And plyct þou me þi trewþe.” 440 Horn child him bi þoute Wat he speke myȝte. þou shalt wyþ-oute st{ri}ue habbe me to wyue. horn, haue of me reuþe, {ant} plyht me þi treuþe.” 440 ¶ horn þo him byþohte whet he speken ohte. [Sidenote: Horn urges his low birth and foundling state in objection.] “Crist,” q{ua}þ he, “þe wisse, {And} ȝiue þe heuene blisse 444 Of þine husebonde, Wher he beo i{n} lo{n}de; Ihc am ibore to lowe Such wi{m}man to knowe. 448 “God,” qwad horn, “þe wisse, And ȝyue þe ioye and blisse 444 Of þine hosebonde, Whare he be in londe. Ich am hy bor{n} to lowe Such a wyf to owe. 448 “c{ri}st,” quoþ horn, “þe wisse, {ant} ȝeue þe heuene blisse 444 of þine hosebonde, who he be a londe. [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . .] 448 Ihc am icome of þralle, {And} fu{n}dli{n}g bifalle. Ne feolle hit þe of cu{n}de To spuse beo me bunde. 452 Hit nere no fair wedding Bitwexe a þral {and} a king.” ¶ Þo gan Rymenhild mis lyke, {And} sore gan to sike. 456 Ich am bor{n} þralle, And fundlynge am bi falle. Ich am nawt of kende Þe to spouse welde. 452 Hit were no fayr wedding Bituene a þral and þe king.” Reymyld ga{n} to mys lyke, And sore forto syke. 456