Com forth, Avaunter! now I ring thy bell!
1220
I spyed him sone; to god I make a-vowe,
He loked blak as fendes doth in hell:—
'The first,' quod he, 'that ever [I] did †wowe,
Within a word she com, I wot not how,
So that in armes was my lady free;
1225
And so hath ben a thousand mo than she.
In Englond, Bretain, Spain, and Pycardie,