‘Reynolde Grenelefe,’ sayde the shryef,

‘Where hast thou nowe be?’

184.

‘I have be in this forest;

A fayre syght can I se;

It was one of the fayrest syghtes

That ever yet sawe I me.

185.

185.4 ‘bydene,’ together.

‘Yonder I sawe a ryght fayre harte,