They prayed me to shewe them my name.
La Graunde Amoure it is, I sayde, in dede;
And then sayde they, No wonder though ye spede.
No doubte it is but ye shall obtayne
La Bell Pucell so ryght fayre and clere;
We were with her exiled by Disdayne,
And then besyeged in this castell here,
With this great gyaunt, more then a whole yeare;
And you this nyght, if it do you please,
In this pore castell shall take your ease.