To rede the buk he besyet him so fast,
His spreit agayne to walkand mynd is past;
And wp he raiss, syne sodandly furth went.115
This clerk he fand, and tald him [his] entent
Off this wisioun, as I haiff said befor,
Completly throuch. Quhat nedis wordis mor?
“Der sone,” he said, “my witt vnabill is
“To runsik sic, for dreid I say off myss.120
“Yeit I sall deyme, thocht my cunnyng be small:
“God grant na chargis efftir my wordis fall!