And he him thonketh as he scholde,
And seith him that it schal be yolde,
If evere he gete his stat ayein,
And preide that he wolde him sein
If nyh were eny toun for him.
He seide, ‘Yee, Pentapolim,
Wher bothe king and queene duellen.’
Whanne he this tale herde tellen, 660
He gladeth him and gan beseche
That he the weie him wolde teche: