Unto the day to rest us there that tyde.
And whan my page my helmet unlaced,
He layde it downe underneth my hede,
And to his legge he my stede enbraced
To grase about while on the grase he fed;
And than also his horse in lyke stede
With both our greyhoundes lyeng us nere by;
And slouthe our hedes had caught so sodaynly,
That all the nyght we slepte in good reste,
Tyll agaynst day began to nese and cry