The quene was therof schamyd sore;
Sche changyd hyr colour lesse and more,
And wold haue ben a wey.
Therwith the kyng gan hyr behold,
And seyd he schuld neuer be so bold,
The soth agene to sey.
"Cokwoldes no mour I wyll repreue,
Ffor I ame ane, and aske no leue,
Ffor all my rentes and londys.