So whan I cam toward this place
Ther was non gladdere man than I:[1227]
But now, mi lord, al sodeinli
Mi joie is torned into sorwe,
For I mi dowhter schal tomorwe
Tohewe and brenne in thi servise
To loenge of thi sacrifise
Thurgh min avou, so as it is.’
The Maiden, whan sche wiste of this, 1550
And sih the sorwe hir fader made,