Sche tok him in hire armes tuo, 3640
An hundred time and gan him kisse,
And seide, ‘O, al mi worldes blisse,
Mi trust, mi lust, mi lif, min hele,
To be thin helpe in this querele
I preie unto the goddes alle.’
And with that word sche gan doun falle
On swoune, and he hire uppe nam,[165]
And forth with that the Maiden cam,
And thei to bedde anon hir broghte,