To sorwen thus? Why lystow in this wyse,
395
Sin thy desyr al holly hastow had,
So that, by right, it oughte y-now suffyse?
But I, that never felte in my servyse
A frendly chere or loking of an yë,
Lat me thus wepe and wayle, til I dye.
400
58. And over al this, as thou wel wost thy-selve,
This town is ful of ladies al aboute;