The king shews no outward grief,
He ſhawith outwart his contenans
As he therof takith no greuans;
but is not rid of anxiety all night.
But al the nyght it paſſid nat his thoght.
[528] The dais courß with ful deſir he ſocht,
And furth he goith to bring his mynd in reſt
Next day he goes to the forest.
With mony O knyght vn to the gret foreſt;
The rachis gon wn-copelit for the deire,