For than yit shal I dyen as your wyf.
(400)
I am with childe, and yive my child his lyf.
[Mercy], lord! have pite in your thoght!'
1325
But al this thing availeth her right noght;
For on a night, slepinge, he let her lye,
And stal a-wey un-to his companye,
And, as a traitour, forth he gan to saile
Toward the large contree of Itaile.