++A Moreȝe þo þe day gan sp{ ri}nge, Þe king him rod an hu{ n}tinge. 684 [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] At hom lefte ffikenhild, Þat was þe wurste moder child. 688 Heo ferde in to bure, To sen aue{ n}t{ ur}e.
++Þe day bi gan to sp{ r}inge, Þe king rod on hunti{ n}gg{ e}. 684 To wode he gan wende, For to lacchen þe heynde. Wyt hym rod fokenild, Þat alþe werste mod{ er} child. 688 And horn we{ n}te in to boure, To sen auenture.
þe day bigon to sp{ ri}nge, þe kyng rod on hontynge 684 to þe wode wyde, ant Fykenyld bi is syde, þat fals wes ant vntrewe, whose him wel yknewe. 688 ¶ Horn ne þohte nout him on, ant to boure wes ygon.
[Sidenote: Horn proceeds to Rymenhild’s bower, and finds her weeping.]
Heo saȝ Rymenild sitte Also he were of witte. 692 Heo sat on þe sunne, Wiþ tieres al biru{ n}ne. Horn sede, “lef þinore, Wi wepestu so sore?” 696
He fond Reymild sitte{ n}de, Sore wepende, 692 Whit so eny sonne, Wit teres albi ronne. He seyde, “le{ m}man, þin ore, Wy wepes þou so sore?” 696
he fond rymenild sittynde { ant} wel sore wepynde, 692 so whyt so þe sonne, mid terres al byronne. Horn seide, “luef, þyn ore, why wepest þou so sore?” 696
[Headnote: _Rymenhild tells Horn her Dream._]
[Sidenote: She tells him her dream, how a great fish broke her net.]
Heo sede, “noȝt ine wepe; Bute ase ilay aslepe, [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] To þe se my net icaste, { And} hit nolde noȝt ilaste.
Hye seyde, “ich nawt ne wepe, Bote ich schal her ich slepe. Me þoute in my metynge, Þat ich rod on fischinge. 700 To se my net ich keste; Ne Mict ich nowt lache.
Hue seide, “ich nout ne wepe, ah y shal er y slepe. me þohte o my metyng, þat ich rod ofysshyng. 700 to see my net ycaste, ant wel fer hit laste.
A gret fiss at þe furste, Mi net he gan to berste. 704 [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] Ihc wene þ{ a}t ihc schal leose Þe fiss þat ihc wolde cheose.” 708
A gret fys ate furste Mi net he makede berste. 704 Þe fys me so by laucte, Þat ich nawt ne kaucte. Ich wene ich schal forlese Þe fys þat ich wolde chese.” 708
a gret fyssħ at þe ferste my net made berste. 704 þ{ a}t fyssħ me so bycahte, þ{ a}t y nout ne lahte. y wene y shal forleose þe fyssħ þ{ a}t y wolde cheose.” 708
¶ “Crist,” q{ ua}þ horn, “{ and} seint steuene, Turne þine sweuene. Ne schal iþe biswike, Ne do þ{ a}t þe mislike. 712
