If otherwise I be gultif
Of eny thing that toucheth Sinne.
Confessor.
Mi Sone, er we departe atwinne, 2750
I schal behinde nothing leve.
Amans.
Mi goode fader, be your leve
Thanne axeth forth what so you list,
For I have in you such a trist,
As ye that be my Soule hele,