Toward hise lordes everychon.
The king stod stille as eny ston,
And to his tale an Ere he leide,[420]
And thoghte more than he seide:
Bot natheles to that he herde
Wel cortaisly the king answerde,
And tolde it scholde be amended.
And thus whan that her tale is ended, 2110
Al redy was the bord and cloth,
The king unto his Souper goth