The kyng there of toke good hede, f. 108b. 1975 And a-geyn~ his sonne he yede And said: ‘Welcom~ ye be!’ ‘Fader,’ he said, ‘god you saue! A knave child ffound I haue, Loke, that it be dere to the! 1980 Frome a greffon~ he was refte, [2081] Of what lond that he is lefte, Of gentiƚƚ blood was he: Thou hast none heyre, thy lond to take, For I{es}u love thy sonne hym~ make, 1985 As in the stede of me!’ (172) [Sidenote: The King of Greece agrees, and has the Boy baptized. The Boy is christend Antony Fitzgriffin.] The kyng said: ‘Yf I may lyve, Helpe and hold I shaƚƚ hym yeve And receyve hym as my son~. Sith thou hast this lond forsake, 1990 My riche londys I shaƚƚ hym~ take, [2091] Whan he kepe them~ c{o}n~.’ To a ffont they hym yaue, And crystonyd this yong knave; Fro care he is wonne. 1995 The holy man yaue hym~ name, That I{es}u shild hym~ ffrome shame: Antony fice greffoun~. [Linenote: 1992. _can_ MS.] [Headnote: DESONELL BEWAILS HER LOST CHILDREN.] (173) [Sidenote: Desonell laments,] ‘Fader, than~ haue thou this ryng, I ffound it on~ this swete thing, 2000 Kepe it, yf thou may: [2101] It is good in euery {f}ight, Yf god yeve grace, that he be knyght, Be nyght {and} be day.’ Let we now this children~ dweƚƚ, 2005 And speke we more of Desoneƚƚ: Her song was welaway. f. 109a. God, that died vppon~ the Rode, Yff grace, that she mete w{i}t{h} good! Thus dispar{p}lid are thay. 2010 [Linenotes: 2002. _fight_] _sight_ MS.? 2004. _Other be_ MS. _and_] _or forme of_ (!) MS. 2010. _disparlid_ MS.] (174) [Sidenote: wanders among wild beasts,] This lady walkyd aƚƚ alone [2111] Amonge wyld bestis meny one, Ne wanted she no Woo; Anon~ the day be-gan to spryng, And the ffoules gan to syng, 2015 With blis on euery bowȝe . . . . . . . (175) [Sidenote: and bewails her lost children. Desonell flees from some hunters] ‘Byrdus and bestis, aye woo ye be! Alone ye haue lefte me, My children~ ye {have} slo{ne}.’ As she walkid than~ a-lone, 2020 She sye lordis on~ huntyng gone, [2121] Nere hem~ she yede fuƚƚ sone. This carfuƚƚ lady cried faste, Than she herd this hornes blaste By the yatis gone, 2025 But {ran} in to a wildernes, Amongist beests that wyld w{e}s, For drede, she shold be slone. [Linenotes: 2018. _haue_] _a_ corrected out of _e_ MS. 2019. _have sl._] _slough_ MS. 2026. _ran_] om. MS. 2027. _was_ MS.] [Headnote: DESONELL FLEES TO THE LAND OF NAZARETH.]