Good dame, he said, would you be here,
I pray you then tell me your name?
The wife of Beith, since that you speer,
But to come in I were to blame.
I will not have you here good dame,
For you were mistress of the flyting,
If once within this gate you come,
I will be troubled with your bitings
Cummer, go back, and let me be,
Here are too many of your rout,