Cam to the bedd, and in his wise[81]
Hath bede that sche scholde arise.
The king seith, ‘Nay, sche schal noght go.’
His Steward seide ayein, ‘Noght so;[82]
For sche mot gon er it be knowe,
And so I swor at thilke throwe,
Whan I hire fette to you hiere.’[83]
The king his tale wol noght hiere,[84] 2780
And seith hou that he hath hire boght,
Forthi sche schal departe noght,