And sche him axeth hou him liketh.
‘Ma dame, certes wel,’ he seide,
‘Bot if ye the mesure pleide
Which, if you list, I schal you liere,
It were a glad thing forto hiere.’ 770
‘Ha, lieve sire,’ tho quod sche,
‘Now tak the harpe and let me se[1539]
Of what mesure that ye mene.’
Tho preith the king, tho preith the queene,
Forth with the lordes alle arewe,