For, at my knowing, I do no-thing why,

115

And this I wol beseche yow hertely,

That, ther ever ye finde, whyl ye live,

A trewer servant to yow than am I,

Leveth [me] thanne, and sleeth me hardely,

And I my deeth to you wol al forgive.

120

And if ye finde no trewer [man than me],

[Why] will ye suffre than that I thus spille,