Yet not so privily but the Fox him spied;
For deceitful meaning is double-eyed.
"Ah! good young master," (then gan he cry,)
"Jesus bless that sweet face I espy,
And keep your corpse from the careful stounds
That in my carrion carcase abounds."
The Kid, pitying his heaviness,
Asked the cause of his great distress,
And also who, and whence that he were.
Then he, that had well yconn'd his lere,