The empress

Keyserinne hoghe frowe gebaren
ik hebbe iw sunderliken vterkaren
gy muthen tho des dodes dantze yo mede
synt gy gerne draghen al dy nygen klede
gevet ende vnde duth my iuwe hant
gy muthen snel met my yn eyn ander lan(t)

Empress, highborn lady.
I have chosen you in particular.
After all, you must [come] with to the dance of death,
since you willingly wear all the new clothes.
Make an end and give me your hand,
you must quickly [go] with me into another land.

O we my arme wiff v....wach.....
dat ik geleuet hebbe al....
ik mach an dere...............
nemet.....gy.....
.....syeth wu gruw(elik)...
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Oh woe, I poor wife...........
that I have lived........
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take.......you.......
.....see how gruesome......
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