And sayes, "dost thou know Child Maurice head,105
Iff that thou dost it see?
And llap it soft, and kisse itt offt,
Ffor thou lovedst him better than mee."
But when shee looked on Child Maurice head,
Shee never spake words but three:110
"I never beare noe child but one,
And you have slain him trulye."
Sayes, "wicked be my merry men all,
I gave meate, drinke, and clothe;
But cold they not have holden me,115
When I was in all that wrath!
"Ffor I have slaine one of the courteousest knights
That ever bestrode a steede;
Soe have I done one of the fairest ladyes
That ever ware womans weede."120
[1]. MS. silven. See vv. 25, 53, 70, 72.
[11]. out out.
[25]. Sic in MS.