Do þi best, for y mot go.'
'Allas!' quaþ he, 'forlorn icham.
Whider wiltow go, and to wham?
Whider þou gost, ichil wiþ þe,
And whider y go, þou schalt wiþ me.' 130
'Nay, nay, sir, þat nouȝt nis;
As ich lay þis vndertide,
And slepe vnder our orchard-side,
Þer come to me to fair kniȝtes 135