But of this lady ryght often I mused:
Till at the last we did mete together.
Madame, I sayde, the hye God you save!
She thanked me, and did aske me whether
That I so rode, and what I would have?
Truely, quod I, nothyng els I crave
Of the hye God, but to be so fortunate,
La Bell Pucell to have to my mate.
What is your name? then sayde she.
La Graunde Amoure, forsothe, madame, quod I.