[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
++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.
++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
¶ Whan ih{ es}u c{ ri}st was dou{ n} on þe rode And þolede deþ for oure goode, He callide to hym seynt Iohan, That was his fleschli kynnes man. 16 His moder swete he dide also; He callid no men mo him to.
And sede, “wif, lo her þi child, Þ{ a}t on þe rode is ispild. [_No gap in MS._] Nu ihc am ho{ n}ged on þis tre, Wel sore ihc wot hit reweþ þe. 20 Mine fet { and} honden of blod [buþ red]; Biþute gult ih[c] þolie þis ded.
And seide, “wo{ m}man, lo here þi sone, And, man, take hure to mod{ er} i{ n} good wone. 20 And þenkeþ on my sorwe nowe How I hange here abowe, How I hange apon{ e} a tre, Ful sore, I wote, hit reweþ þee. 24 [Sidenote: [leaf 62, back]] Myn feet, myn hondes, of blode ben rede; With owte gilt I þole dede.
Mine men þ{ a}t aȝte me to loue, For whan ihc co{ m} fram heuene abuue, 24 Me haueþ idon þis ilke schame, Ihc naue no gult; hi buþ to blame. To mi fader ihc bidde mi bone Þ{ a}t he forȝiue hit hem welsone.” 28