Þat had ben so riche and so heiȝe,

Þe teres fel out of her eiȝe.

Þe oþer leuedis þis yseiȝe,

And maked hir oway to ride,

Sche most wiþ him no lenger abide. 330

'Allas!' quaþ he, 'now me is wo.

Whi nil deþ now me slo?

Allas! [wreche], þat y no miȝt

Dye now after þis siȝt!

Allas! to long last mi liif, 335