Than ſaith o clerk, “sir, as the thrid nyght
Ye dremyt, ſo [now] giffis ws delay
[464] The thrid tyme, and to the thrid day.”
By whilk tyme thei fundyng haith the ende
Of this mater, als far as ſhal depend
To ther ſciens; yit can thei not awyß
[468] To ſchewing to the king be ony wyß.
They still refuse to declare their thought.
The day is cum, the king haith them beſocht,
But one no wyß thei wald declar ther thoght;