Now am I fawty and falce, and ferde haf ben euer
Of trecherye and vntrawþe: boþe bityde sorȝe 315
and care!
I biknowe yow, knyȝt, here stylle,
Al fawty is my fare;
Leteȝ me ouertake your wylle
And efte I schal be ware.' 320
Thenn loȝe þat oþer leude, and luflyly sayde:
'I halde hit [hardily] hole, þe harme þat I hade.
Þou art confessed so clene, beknowen of þy mysses,