Him for to love I should him promes.
Of ryght, he sayde, I have in custody
This chambre dore of king Melezius,
That no man enter into it wrongfully,
Without me, Trouthe, for to be chivalrous;
Here knightes be made to be victorious.
I shall you promise, quoth I, faythfully,
You for to love and serve prudently.
Abyde, quod he, I wyll speke with the kynge;
Tell me your name and habitation,