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Much they marvel to see a man and a horse 232 Ther wat3 lokyng on lenþe, þe lude to be-holde, For vch mon had meruayle quat hit mene my3t, Þat a haþel & a horse my3t such a hwe lach, as green as grass. As growe grene as þe gres & grener hit semed, 236 Þen grene aumayl on golde lowande bry3ter; Al studied þat þer stod, & stalked hym nerre, Never before had they seen such a sight as this. Wyth al þe wonder of þe worlde, what he worch schulde. For fele sellye3 had þay sen, bot such neuer are, 240 For-þi for fantoum & fayry3e þe folk þere hit demed; They were afraid to answer, Þer-fore to answare wat3 ar3e mony aþel freke, & al stouned at his steuen, & stonstil seten, and were as silent as if sleep had taken possession of them; In a swoghe sylence þur3 þe sale riche 244 As al were slypped vpon slepe so slaked hor lote3 in hy3e; I deme hit not al for doute, some from fear and others from courtesy. Bot sum for cortaysye, 248 Bot let hym þat al schulde loute, Cast vnto þat wy3e.