To have and holde for ever more,
In all mery Englonde.’
362.
Than bespake a fayre olde knyght,
That was treue in his fay:
‘A, my leegë lorde the kynge,
One worde I shall you say.
363.
‘There is no man in this countrë
May have the knyghtës londes,
To have and holde for ever more,
In all mery Englonde.’
362.
Than bespake a fayre olde knyght,
That was treue in his fay:
‘A, my leegë lorde the kynge,
One worde I shall you say.
363.
‘There is no man in this countrë
May have the knyghtës londes,