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and after he gaf to hym bothe gold and ſyluer / And the egypcyen torned ageyne in to his hows / And whan the fader had ſayd and reherced all this to his ſone / his ſone ſayd to hym / My fader I knowe now wel that he whiche may gete a good frende is wel happy / And with grete labour as I ſuppoſe I ſhal gete ſuche one.