Til hit was at the worldes ende.
With that I gan aboute wende;
For oon that stood right at my bak,
(780) 1870
Me thoughte, goodly to me spak,
And seyde: 'Frend, what is thy name?
Artow come hider to han fame?'
'Nay, for-sothe, frend!' quod I;
'I cam noght hider, graunt mercy!
1875