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Hereon they kissed with many an oath,
heigh ho, with many an oath!
And fore God Pan did plight their troth,
and to the church they hied them fast.
And God send every pretty peat,[3]
heigh ho, the pretty peat!
That fears to die of this conceit,
so kind a friend to help at last.
[Footnote 1: amorous, wanton.]
[Footnote 2: occasions.]
[Footnote 3: pet.]
Corydon having thus made them merry, as they were in the midst of
their jollity, word was brought in to Saladyne and Rosader that a
brother of theirs, one Fernandyne, was arrived, and desired to speak
with them. Gerismond overhearing this news, demanded who it was.
"It is, sir," quoth Rosader, "our middle brother, that lives a scholar
in Paris; but what fortune hath driven him to seek us out I know not."
With that Saladyne went and met his brother, whom he welcomed with all
courtesy, and Rosader gave him no less friendly entertainment; brought
he was by his two brothers into the parlor where they all sate at
dinner. Fernandyne, as one that knew as many manners as he could[1]
points of sophistry, and was as well brought up as well lettered,
saluted them all.
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