[Sidenote: Horn announces land to his companions.]
Ihc here foȝeles singe { And} þ{ a}t gras him springe. 140 Bliþe beo we on lyue, Vre schup is on ryue.” Of schup hi gu{ n}ne funde { And} setten fout to grunde. 144
Ych here foules singe And so þe g{ ra}s him sp{ r}inge. 140 Bliþe be we o liue, Houre schip hys come ryue.” Of schip þe gon fonde An sette fot on grunde. 144
Ich here foules singe, { ant} se þe grases sp{ ri}nge. 140 blyþe be ȝe alyue, vr ship is come to ryue.” of shipe hy gonne founde { ant} sette fot to grounde. 144
[Headnote: _Horn’s farewell to the boat._]
[Sidenote: All disembark, and Horn bids the boat a touching farewell, wishing it ‘_dayes gode_,’]
Bi þe se side Hi lete{ n} þ{ a}t schup ride. Þanne spak him child horn, In suddene he was iborn, 148 “Schup, bi þe se flode, Daies haue þu gode; Bi þe se brinke No wat{ er} þe na drinke. 152 [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]
Bi þe se side Here schip bigan to glide. Þa{ n}ne spek þe chid horn, In sodenne he was yborn, 148 “Go nou, schip, by flode, And haue dawes gode. [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] Softe mote þou stirie, No wat{ er} þe derie.
by þe see syde hure ship bigon to ryde. þenne spec him child horn, in sudenne he was yborn, 148 “nou, ship, by þe flode, haue dayes gode, by þe see brynke no water þe adrynke. 152 softe mote þou sterye, þ{ a}t water þe ne derye.
[Sidenote: and charging it with messages to his mother and friends.]
Ȝef þu cume to Suddenne, Gret þu wel of myne ke{ n}ne; 156 Gret þu wel my moder, Godhild, quen þe gode. And seie þe paene kyng, Iesucrist{ e}s wiþering, 160 Þat ihc am hol { and} fer On þis lond ariued her. And seie þ{ a}t hei schal fonde Þe dent of myne honde.” 164
Wa{ n}ne þou comes to sodenne, Gret wel al mi kinne, 156 And grete wel þe gode Quen godild, my mod{ er}. And sey þat heþene king, Ih{ es}u c{ r}istes wiþerling, 160 Þat ichc lef and dere, On londe am riued here. And sei þat he shal fo{ n}ge Þe deth of mine honde.” 164
ȝef þou comest to sudenne, g{ re}t hem þ{ a}t me kenne. 156 gret wel þe gode quene godild, mi moder. ant sey þene heþene kyng, ih{ es}u c{ ri}stes wytherlyng, 160 þ{ a}t ich hol { ant} fere, in londe aryuede here. ant say þ{ a}t he shal fonde þen deþ of myne honde.” 164