There he knocked at his owne windowe

Shortlye and anone.

11.

‘Wher be you, fayre Alyce, my wyfe,

And my chyldren three?

Lyghtly let in thyne husbande,

Wyllyam of Cloudeslee.’

12.

‘Alas!’ then sayde fayre Alyce,

And syghed wonderous sore,