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In all the lands of crystyenie  
Was none found so good as he  
While he was young and jolyfe▪  
Would sir Guy wed no wife.  
But when he began to eld  
Waxed feeble and unwieldy  
And took his leave of chivalry  
And dwelled in England certainly  
In that time king Edgar anon.  
Sent after sir Guy full soon.  
And sit Guy was true and wyce.  
And known for a knight of price  
He made him high steward of his land.  
And what so ever he said it should stand.  
He kept well England in his days  
And set peace and stable lays  
That no man was so hardy  
To do another villainy.  
Upon a day thought sir Guy  
That he would wed some fair lady  
And have between them some children fair.  
That of their land might be their heir.  
The king of scotland in that tide.  
Had a daughter of great pride.  
The emperors brother of Almaigne  
Loved ●ha● lady, as men say  
But Guy wedded her god him save  
And at her father he did her crave  
The king of scotland not for thy  
Gave his daughter unto sir Guy  
Against the will of his daughter bright  
She had liefer have had the other knight.  
For he was young and bold.  
And sir Guy was wexen old  
Alas that ever he her to him chose  
His own life for her to lose.  
Sir Guy wedded that lady free.  
And brought her home to his country  
So long to bed he her led.  
That a man child to guider they had.  
Bevis they called that child bold.  
He was no more but seven year old.  
When his father was slain  
With sir Mordure of almain  
That lady betought her upon a day▪  
And unto herself gan she say  
My lord is old and may not work  
all day he goth unto the church  
What for breysing and what for age.  
He lovech not with me for to rage's  
But had I take a young knight.  
That had not been bruised in fight.  
He would me love both day and night.  
And make me all the mirth that he might  
Truly it shall be thus no while.  
I shall let slay him with sum guile  
After a messenger the lady send.  
That before he was her friend  
And said thou shalt on my message.  
Thyself alone without any page  
With that thou hold it council.  
I shall the quite for thy travail  
Madam he said hold you still:  
For I will do all at your will.  
My lord the it sent sir mordure.  
To night he cometh to thy bourt  
This yet tell he said is lief to me.  
And tank sir mordure of his gentre.  
And say I am all at his will.  
early and late land and still.  
The messenger away then went  
And told his lord as she had sent  
Now will we of young bevis tell  
How woe he was and how him befell.  
Alas he said all for tene.  
That I had not with my father been  
To have holpyn my father in that stome  
Against that fals●●heef sir mordure  
To his mother he ran and said.  
Why hast thou my father betrayed:  
I will be wrokyn of his bane.  
Alas that ever thou were woman  
And all false whores for thy sake  
To the devil of hell I them betake.  
But one o'th' mother I the swear  
if I may ever arms bear  
I shall be venged with might and main  
On them that hath my father slain  
His mother his words understood.  
And gave him a buffet upon the hood.  
To the ground he fell and that was harm  
His master took him up by the arm  
Men called his master sir Sabere  
That child was to him left and dear  
For Sabere was sir Guyes brother.  
In England was not such an other.  
Home with th' child he went.  
The lady after Sabyre sent.  
Sabyre she said for weal or for wo.  
My sone bevye look that thou slo  
For shall I never glad be  
That day that I him see.  
Sir Sabyre was not well apaid  
But granted as the lady said.  
Home he went full sorry in this wise.  
He took for wiles and q a gryce  
The rich child's clothes fair and good.  
He them bespronge with the blood  
Sir Sabere all for dread  
Liothed the child in poor weed  
And said beeves it behoveth the to keep  
Upon the field all my sheep  
Till the spousage be brought to an end  
And then will we unto wales wend.  
There is an earl sybbe unto the  
Thou shalt there dwell and with him be  
When thou art wexen and arms may bear  
And have strength harness to were  
Than thou shalt claim thine heritage.  
And venge thy father be thou of age  
And I shall help the than to fight  
With dint of sword to win thy right  
Therefore my sheep forth thou drive  
That no man know thou be on live.  
And forth he went with Sabyres sheep  
To the field and sore 'gan weep.  
When beeves was on high upon the down.  
He looked to ward south hampton  〈…〉