As a minstrel of pouer liif,
And asked tidinges of þat lond,
And who þe kingdom held in hond.
Þe pouer begger in his cote
Told him euerich a grot: 490
Hou her quen was stole owy
Ten ȝer gon wiþ fairy;
And hou her king en exile ȝede,
Bot no man nist in wiche þede;
And hou þe steward þe lond gan hold; 495