I have min oghne fader slain:
Nou wolde I deie wonder fain,[866]
Nou sle me who that evere wile,
For certes it is riht good skile.’[867]
He crith, he wepth, he seith therfore,
‘Helas; that evere was I bore, 1720
That this unhappi destine
So wofulli comth in be me!’
This king, which yit hath lif ynouh,
His herte ayein to him he drouh,