‘[The trewth I knaw off this, and hyr lynage;]
‘I knew nocht hyr, tharfor I lost a gage.’ 655
Fol. 28 b
To Kerlé he thus argownd in this kynd:
Bot gret desyr remaynyt in till his mynd,
For to behald that frely off fassoun.
A quhill he left, and come nocht in the toun;
On othir thing he maid his witt to walk,660
Prefand giff he mycht off that languor slalk.
Quhen Kerlé saw he sufferit payne for thi,