V.
Arthur would not eat,
Bot Arthure wolde not ete til al were serued,
He wat3 so Ioly of his Ioyfnes, & sum-quat child gered,
His lif liked hym ly3t, he louied þe lasse
Auþer to lenge lye, or to longe sitte,
So bi-sied him his 3onge blod & his brayn wylde;
& also anoþer maner meued him eke,
Þat he þur3 nobelay had nomen, ho wolde neuer ete
Vpon such a dere day, er hym deuised were
Of sum auenturus þyng an vncouþe tale,
Of sum mayn meruayle, þat he my3t trawe,
Of1 alderes, of armes, of oþer auenturus,
Oþer sum segg hym bi-so3t of sum siker kny3t,
To Ioyne wyth hym in iustyng in Iopardé to lay,
Lede lif for lyf, leue vchon oþer,
As fortune wolde fulsun hom þe fayrer to haue.
Þis wat3 [þe] kynges countenaunce where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle;
Þer-fore of face so fere.
He sti3tle3 stif in stalle,
Ful 3ep in þat nw 3ere,
Much mirthe he mas with alle.
1 Of of, in MS.