Yea, sad and full of shame will be their plight
If long I languish here.
“No marvel is it that my heart is sore
While my lord[1091] tramples down my land, I trow;
Were he but mindful of the oath we swore
Each to the other, surely do I know
That thus in duresse I should long ago
Have ceased to languish here.
“My comrades whom I loved and still do love—
The neighbour-lords who were my friends of yore—[1092]