And he aroß and ſaluſt Curtaſly
Lancelot beseeches her to appoint his ransom,
[920] The lady, and ſaid, “madem, her I,
Your preſoner, beſekith yow that ȝhe
Wold merſy and compaſſione have of me,
And mak the ranſone wich that I may yeif;
[924] I waiſt my tyme in presoune thus to leife.
For why I her on be report be told,
That arthur, with the flour of his houſholde,
Is cummyne here, and in this cuntre lyis,