That other mai noght wel be glad,
For he is evere more adrad[1519]
Of these lovers that gon aboute,
In aunter if thei putte him oute.
So have thei bothe litel joye
As wel of love as of monoie. 610
Now hast thou, Sone, at my techinge[1520]
Of Jelousie a knowlechinge,
That thou myht understonde this,
Fro whenne he comth and what he is,