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;

Ichil þe telle al hou it is:

As ich lay þis vndertide,

And slepe vnder our orchard-side,

Þer come to me to fair kniȝtes 135