As it befell unto this knyht.

Confessor.

Forthi, my Sone, if thou do ryht,

Thou schalt unto thi love obeie,

And folwe hir will be alle weie.

Amans.

Min holy fader, so I wile:

For ye have told me such a skile

P. i. 105

Of this ensample now tofore,