Till I be kiss’d by holye manne.”
“Woe’s me!” thenne sayd the friar; “if thou
Be sente to tempt me breake my vowe;
Butte whether mayde or fiende thou be,
I’ll stake my soul to sette thee free.”
The holye manne then crossed hym thrice,
And kissed the mayde—when in a trice
She vanished—
“Heaven forgive me now!”
Exclaimed the friar—“my broken vowe.