That ye can se non other weie,
Bot that ye moste nedes deie,
I wolde preie of you a thing:[510]
Let me go with you to the king,
And ye schull make him understonde
How ye, my wittes forto fonde,
Have leid your ansuere upon me;
And telleth him, in such degre 3200
Upon my word ye wole abide[511]
To lif or deth, what so betide.