Al prively withinne hirselve,
Ther herde it nouther ten ne tuelve,
Sche preide, and seide, ‘O, god him spede,
The kniht which hath mi maidenhiede!’ 3740
And ay sche loketh toward thyle.
Bot whan sche sih withinne a while[176]
The Flees glistrende ayein the Sonne,
Sche saide, ‘Ha lord, now al is wonne,[177]
Mi kniht the field hath overcome:
Nou wolde god he were come;