I would shortly break the old shave-poll’s swire.
Were he away, the lass were mine without fail.
But my purpose is wholly without avail,
Save only the Omnipotent
Giveth thereto his full consent.
¶ How Emma and Moonen journeyed to Nimmegen.
Thus Emma and Moonen journeyed to Nimmegen, where they be come on Procession Day, whereat Emma rejoiced exceedingly. And Moonen to her spake thus:
Now, Emma, even as ye of me prayed,
Hither our journey we have made
To Nimmegen; and ’tis Procession Day.